The Alpha's Hidden Luna

I left everything behind.

My title. My home. My marriage.

Even the child I lost without anyone holding my hand.

When he opened the vault, he found the truth. Right where I wanted him to.

Divorce papers.

Resignation letter.

And the medical report he never cared to ask about.

“Vienna! I am done with these games!” he screamed through the mansion. “Where the fuck are you?!”

The house was still a mess from the night he slept with Dea.

And my room? Empty.

Except for the silence he never noticed until now.

But what hurt the most was the underlying doubt of malice of what he thinks of me.

“You think we can perform a DNA test?”

He didn’t even flinch. He just wanted to prove if the baby was his or from another man. Maybe he think I am like him who cheats on his spouse.

Maybe this is how marriage dies. Not with a goodbye, but with a question that proves he never love me and trusted me to begin with.