Hello, I Want a Divorce!

George's Point of View

At first, I considered confronting them, but quickly realized they weren't worth my time. So, I walked away, leaving the cake and flowers behind on an empty gazebo.

Later that day, I learned that Kirk had also ended his mating bond with his fated mate, Jane.

That she-wolf, known for her obsessive and psychotic tendencies, refused to let him go easily. To escape her grip, Kirk hired a lawyer to finalize the separation.

That lawyer was none other than my wife, Scarlet—of course.

A bitter smile curled my lips. In just a month, they would finally have the freedom to turn their infidelity into something real.

Night fell, and Scarlet still hadn't come home. This time, I didn't bother waiting for her on the balcony. Instead, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. My thoughts swirled, wondering where she was—or if she was with him again.

Then, unexpectedly, I felt the warmth of her breath on my ears and the gentle yet firm embrace of her arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry for forgetting our fifth anniversary, George…" Scarlet whispered, her voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Let me make it up to you," She added softly.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. I knew exactly where this was headed, but unlike before, I found myself pulling away.

Gently, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. "I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry," I murmured as I stood up, avoiding her gaze.

Scarlet paused, her expression clouding with shame as she settled on the edge of the bed. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her inspecting the wound on her wrist.

"You know," she began, "this looks like the kind of scar someone gets after giving blood... like when a mating bond is severed." Her voice was quiet but laced with curiosity.

My heart stopped.

Scarlet had always been good at catching the smallest details others would miss. That made her one of the pack's greatest lawyers. It wouldn't take much for her to piece it all together—that the wound was exactly what she suspected it to be.

Scarlet couldn't know that our mating bond and marriage would soon be severed. Not now. Not yet.

Forcing myself to stay calm, I glanced at the wound on her wrist, kissed it, and let out a soft chuckle.

"It's probably just an insect bite," I said lightly.

"Insect bites don't look like this—"

Before she could finish, I cut her off by wrapping my arms around her. "I think I've changed my mind," I whispered as I pecked her lips.

Scarlet had always been gentle and kind to me when she was in the mood for romance. And tonight, she was, so, it wasn't difficult for me to shift her attention.

"I need you." She whispered.

"You got me." I responded, our hearts now beating as one.

…

Time ticked. I gave her what she wanted.

I made sure to keep her in my warm embrace. Feeling her gentle breath, I leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"I love you," I murmured.

Scarlet only gave me a faint smile. Without a word, she slipped out of my embrace and headed to the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears slid down the sides of my face.

I loved her. I always would.

The next morning, I woke early, determined to do something for her. I prepared pumpkin soup and garlic bread, even brewed her favorite coffee—everything just the way she liked it.

But when Scarlet finally emerged from the bedroom, she didn't even glance at the dining table.

"It's still early," I said, trying to sound casual. "You can eat breakfast before leaving."

"I need to be at the law firm early. Kirk's already there, and I don't want to keep him waiting," Scarlet said as she adjusted her suit in front of the mirror. "We're filing a restraining order against Jane to stop her from harassing him."

She didn't even look at me as she spoke, her focus entirely on her reflection. And without so much as a goodbye, she walked out the door.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I sat at the dining table, taking a bite of the garlic bread I'd made for her.

Kirk had always been her top priority.

After finishing my lonely breakfast, I made up my mind. It was time to leave this mansion. I'm packing up to move into my empty apartment, hoping to find the peace of moving on and forgetting.

As I packed, I decided to clean up as well. That's when I found it—Scarlet's wedding ring, one my wolf and I put so much effort to obtain. It was under our bed, covered in a fine layer of dust. She hadn't been wearing it.

There, my wolf snapped.

Pain surged through me, and as I shifted, I let him take control.

He destroyed every reminder of our life with Scarlet. He tore the wedding photos into pieces, crushed the ring to ashes, and even shredded the gown Scarlet wore on our mating ceremony.

By the time I shifted back to human form, the bedroom had already descended into chaos.

Hours later, Scarlet returned home. She stepped into the room and took in the mess with a surprising calmness.

"What happened here?" She asked, her tone detached.

She didn't seem to notice—or care—that everything broken was tied to our marriage. Nor did she acknowledge that my belongings were packed.

I sighed. "Nothing. Just throwing away stuff we don't need anymore."

Scarlet nodded, wordlessly.

As I bent down to pick up a box, my eyes caught sight of Scarlet's phone on the bedside table. A message notification lit up the screen. It was from one of her friends, and the message read: [We'll have a gathering this Saturday. Bring your boyfriend with you! We're dying to meet him.]

My stomach churned.

Who would Scarlet bring? Me or Beta Kirk?