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Morgan's POV

When it came to decision making, I loved letting people take the lead for me. I would rather be told what to do, what to wear and where to go.

I knew it stemmed from the trauma in my childhood where I was never given a voice and whenever I did try to speak, I was shunned down with words like ugly duckling or fat pig.

But for the first time in my life, I finally made a decision, and I was taking a firm stance on it.

My very small rows of shoes flew into the box next as I held in a small whimper of pain, trying to look unbothered.

I did not know where I was going, I had no idea what I was going to tell anyone, but I just knew, I was going to leave.

I could not tolerate this disrespect anymore.

I heard the door open behind me just as I zipped the suitcase shut and stood up from the bed.

I could tell from his intoxicating scent that it was Damien  but that arousal I always felt when he was around was not present today.

He did not say anything for a second but I could feel his eyes trailing mine as I searched for the other leg of my slipper with tear filled eyes in my fury.

In my head, my  size blubbered around, walking past our standing mirror to check behind the closet for it.

I was just a fucking whale.... Of course he did not love me. It was no secret why he wouldn't.

"what do you think you are doing?" He called out harshly.

I finally stared at him, the irritation in his eyes being the first thing to hit me like a wave.

I stood tall.

" I am going back to my parents house. I don't want to be your mate any longer" I said strongly.

I saw that smile of amusement form on his face, his eyes trailing my features before the smile finally faded in confusion.

" Wait....you are serious?"

I clenched my teeth, my hands tightly formed into balls of fists as the four years I had poured blindly into this marriage rushed through me like a fucking wave.

" Yes I am serious! You do not see me, you do not love me. You treat me like your slave! For four years all I have done is cater for you,  wash your clothes and collect ridicule from your pack members and your mum.

You do not respect me, you do not shun these people when they say bad things about me and now you are finally having the guts to show me that you are cheating? How dare...."

The rest of my words were cut off with a deafening slap.

He has moved so quickly towards me I had not noticed until he was standing in front of me, and his hands had reached towards my face at lightning speed, striking me so hard, I saw stars for the first few seconds.

When I stared back at him in surprise, his eyes were wild with anger and I could see his wolf on the verge of slipping out, like I had given him such a bad record he could not get it out of his head.

" Don't you ever! Do this shit you are doing right now. You were turned into a slave in my pack and so? What good is a woman your size if not to clean and scrub?

I did you a fucking favour by getting you married. I gave you a title, your parents were ecstatic to know that someone of my calibre was willing to settle down with their whale of a daughter.

Yet after everything this is how you repay me?"

He stared past me to my box all packed up with a ghost of a mocking smile on his face.

" With your bags all packed up and your stupid mouth running without a filter? I will let you go for now. Unpack and go wash the dishes"

It was a stinging betrayal. That feeling of knowing where you truly stood with someone.

" I will not. I am leaving here today" I said finally.

He scoffed.

" This bitch is serious? Fine then. Go. But I won't be taking you back in two days time even if you prostate to me with the rest of your stupid family do you get it?!"

" I will. And you won't be seeing me again. And I hope that when you look back, when your ego is all worn off, you will realize how much you needed me,and how bad you treated me"

Anger was an understatement when I stared at him.

I watched him physically battle his thoughts to pin me down and hit me over and over until I developed a concussion.

I thought he did not love me, why did he have this much anger when I'm about to leave?

" I will never miss you. I have never needed you stupid fat bitch. You are just an idiot and I can't wait to see you crawling your ass back to beg me to take you back.

But I won't. Then I will make you suffer"

I nodded softly, each word cutting through me like a knife.

This was really how he viewed me?

I silently picked up my bag,.giving him a small nod as my heart tore in my chest, begging for reprieve, for change.

I did not turn back to look at anyone. I heard the gasps and the murmurs of the servants as I passed them by the hall.

I saw the mocking stares.

They all disrespected me.

It did not matter though now.

Because no matter what happened, I would not be coming back here.