Divorcing My Mate Who Still Loves His Childhood Sweetheart

In this six years of marriage with Vincent I got nothing to do. Being the Luna of this pack, I could only grit my teeth and work for this pack while giving up on all of my own passion.

But I never let go of my passion for arts. I poured my soul into painting and contacted Brandon Skyler, who was a beta and well known artist of Sand White Pack.

I collaborated with him for several times and known as “Cherry” to the outside world.

“Bella, now it's time to let everyone know who Cherry is.” Brandon voice message rung on my ear, leaving me in dilemma.

For several years he had been saying the same things.

“Why are you hiding your identity when this is the real you?” His soothing voice always cheered me up whenever Vincent made me vulnerable.

But all these years, I had always declined his offer as I knew that Vincent didn't like his Luna to mingle with another pack and gave a face to the outside world.

“We are divorced now.” My wolf sounded tired but determined, “He failed us, our marriage.”

A weak chuckle formed on my face.

“Okay.” I assured her and made a call.

“Brandon, I'm ready.” I almost whispered my word, “Can you please arrange a flight ticket for me?”

Brandon almost jumped from his seat and said excitedly, “How about within tomorrow?”

“Yes, good.” I hung up. A sense of relief grew inside me.

As soon as I left the room and came outside, I discovered Vincent with dark expression standing outside my apartment.

“Why was your phone switched off?” He frowned.

“That's not something I should tell you.” Even though I was scared, I took a stand for myself.

As usual Vincent didn't care and his icy voice rang again, “Bella, you are now just not a lowly nobody, you are Luna. I don't like when my wife is parading outside.”

“Go back to the villa.” He fixed his collar, “Zara is staying there. You have to take care of her.”

“Taking care of her? Is she a child?” I scoffed, “What do you think of me? A nanny?”

“Bella, don't you think you are being rebellious now?” His expression darkened further, “Just do what I asked you to do. I don't want to hear anything else.”

“Bella, don't forget that you are still under my wing.” He sneered, “If you rebel, I also know how to cut off your wings.”

With this, he left. I looked at his indifferent silhouette with a dry expression on my face.

I tossed myself on the bed and opened the chat app. There was a trail of sympathy waiting for me and the group chat again filled with so many photos of Zara and Vincent.

Vincent, who was cold to me just, was cooking for her and she clung onto him like a sweet child.

She even wrote a caption: [I hope every omega will be blessed as me.]

Some even tagged me there.

I shook my head to see her drama.

“Let's end this.” These three words swiftly came out from my mouth when I left the group chat.

Since I would no longer be the Luna of this pack, I didn't need to care about anything.

I called my brother, Parker and explained everything, “So I want divorce. What do you think?”

He stayed silent for a moment. I knew that he was not afraid of what we would do in our life after this, but he knew very well how much I was indulged and in love with Vincent.

“Bella, I won't interfere in your matter.” His voice was calm and soothing as usual, “But think twice. Once divorced, there's no going back.”

“Brother, I want to chase my dream from now on, not a man.” I closed my eyes, humming those sentences like a lullaby.

“Okay, come back to me then.” He smiled before hanging up the call.

But even if I wanted peace, Zara didn't leave me behind.

By the evening when I had already finished packing, my doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I discovered a delivery man with a small brown box.

“This is for you.” His humble tone made me more curious than ever.

“Who sent this?” I asked, nurturing the box in my hands.

“Sorry ma’am, I don't know.” He sounded half hearted.

“Okay.” Seeing him off when I opened the box, I got a series of photos of Zara and Vincent’s fun trip in London. She even added a note: ‘Bella, you can only dream of this.’

My hands moved over the photo one by one until I saw where Vincent was proposing Zara with 999 roses and a big diamond ring.

Zara could get anything from Vincent just within a few days which I had always craved to get.

I did everything I could do for the whole six years but he never looked at me, even when his gaze fell on me, I could see only disgust.

A dry chuckle formed on my lips, only I knew how the tears rolled down from my eyes when my hands were caressing those photos.

I tossed them in the garbage and set them into fire. I saw the flame resembling the loneliness I had been facing all this time.

“I have to leave. That's it.” I mumbled, securing myself from the hassle.

From the very beginning, I knew this marriage was nothing but a transaction. Now that my time had ended, I had to leave.

The next day, I was standing in front of the airport, looking at the interior, I could feel the freedom. The little child inside me who had been sleeping, woke up suddenly.

“With peace.” I mumbled, forming a smile on my face.

“Let's not meet again.” I sat on the plane, switching off my phone.