Divorcing The Alpha: My Designer Comeback

Author: Ai Chi

Chapter 1

Word Count: 629 | Released on: Today at 10:46

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ave been warm and comforting, but all I could smell was the cold, empty space

eak, a motion I'd perfected. Another small, useless attemp

against the Manhattan skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The

The Alpha King is always busy. The same excuse I'd used for eight years, a

dark, intense eyes held a spark I'd mi

t 8:05, I poured him a glass of Cabernet, the deep red swirling with promises the

n my mind. A violation I'd long ago

rgency at the office. I

fingers hovered over the mental space where I'd form the

hread remained, like a phone call not properly hung up. Through

. A voice I knew too

should-" Her voice purred with an

tched. My bo

n. M

mall voice drifted through the l

Mommy. Aiden was ca

und it physically hurt-a warmth I'd starved for, given f

ng city, the candles, the perfectly plated meal-all dissol

loor with a sharp clatter. The sound must have traveled through the fra

Eight years of obedience, waiting, telling myself this was enough. The tears I expected didn't come. Instead,

e perfect potatoes followed. Then the wine, poured slowly down the drain, a ribbon of blood-red failure. Finally, I took the bouquet of white roses-

I hadn't heard in years, whi

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Divorcing The Alpha: My Designer Comeback

Ai Chi Romance

“For eight years, I played the perfect, obedient Luna to the Alpha King, a wolfless girl trapped in a loveless, gilded cage. I gave up my dreams and endured his coldness, foolishly hoping to one day warm his heart. That illusion shattered the night he left his mind-link open by mistake. Through the faint connection, I heard a voice that froze my blood-my own son, Aiden, sleepily calling another woman "Mommy." And my husband, who had never shown me a drop of affection, replied to her with a tenderness that physically hurt. He was giving Scarlett everything: his love, a top executive position in his corporation, and my child. When I finally walked away and managed to snap a photo of them kissing in his car, he didn't apologize. Instead, he summoned a dozen pack warriors to trap me on the street, bruising my shoulder as he forced me to delete the evidence. "Remember what you are, Sienna. A wolfless. Nothing." He whispered those words with absolute certainty, believing I would soon crawl back to his luxury, broken and begging. He thought my eight years of submission meant my spirit was permanently crushed. But he didn't know about the hidden ghost protocol on my phone that had already backed up every incriminating photo. Standing in my cramped new apartment, I threw his platinum ring out the window and unboxed my old design sketches. Sienna Everly, the docile mate, is dead. I am Lyra, and I'm going to build an empire that will bring his entire world crashing down.”