Divorcing The Alpha: My Designer Comeback

Chapter 3

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o hesitation. I pulled a nondescript suitcase from the closet and began packing methodically, passing over the racks of couture gowns

ater, a plain white t-shirt. Things a real person would wear. Then I carefully placed the box of

ust as well. A sharp pang shot through my chest, an instinctive ache for my child, but I pushe

But in the main foyer, a figure stood by the door. Mrs. Kowalski, the head housekeeper. Her silver hair was neatly pi

to my suitcase with gentle concern

business trip. The bank is sending me to Chicago for a few days." The lie felt slick

eyes, but her loyalty was to the house, and I was still, for now, its Luna. She

called a car." I couldn't ris

m. I dragged the suitcase behind me, the wheels noisy on the pristine cobblestone dr

a false name. A desperate contingency plan I'd never truly believed I would use. When the black sedan pulled up, I

n the rearview mirror until it was gone. Sienna Everl

ave the full suit of armor ready for you." For the first time in

pulence of the Upper East Side. It was perfect. The apartment was small, but the morning su

s the box. I knelt and spread my sketches across the floor. Dresses, coats, gowns-a riot of col

tared back: the docile Luna. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. W

rical neckline I'd designed and sewn myself years ago. I put it on. The fabric settled

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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.”