His bored expression didn't budge, his eyes half-lidded with to the same detached disinterest he always wore, like emotions were beneath him. Like I was beneath him.
"But I am not her anymore."
I could practically tell him waiting. Waiting for the performance, he thought he knew by heart. For the trembling lips. For wide, watery eyes. For the whispered, please don't go.
But I didn't give it to him.
Instead , I squared my shoulders, letting the fire settle into my spine like armor. My voice clear and steady.
"I want a divorce" I said, my voice firm.
His hands slid slowly out of his pockets for ice, he looked uncertain. "What?"
"You heard me right. I want a divorce, this marriage. Is not what I want for my self."
I smiled, life's my chin in pride
Nelli looked like I slapped him.
Still, he said nothing, just stood there with these same stiff posture, brows drawn together, like the weight of the word divorce hadn't fully settled on him yet, his silence stretched, broken only by the hum of tension thickening between us.
"You are being ridiculous," he finally muttered, jaw ticking. "You are clearly upset. If this is. Some tantrum to get attention...…"
"Who is throwing tantrum?" I raised my eye brows currying him, "You think this is about you?"
His head jerked back, blinking like I'd just spoken in another language. For a moment, I almost laughed. He truly didn't get it, did he, the man was so used to seeing me as quiet, obedient shadow of a wife, he couldn't comprehend the idea of me actually walking away.
"Somehow you think I am trying to impress you,". I continued, vice sharper now.
"Like everything i do is some elaborate act to win you over. This. Is so toxic. I am done. I am not going to be your silent accessory. I am not going to let you mistress nor ma me , walk a over me and you stand there saying nothing"
"Who is the mistress". Felicia snapped
"You are the mistress because we are legally married so the third person is the mistress". I said
His mouth opened,a protest forming, but I didn't eat him finish. "Ella—"
"No," I snapped, cutting through whatever excuse he was about to feed me. "You made a deal? Fine. But I never agreed to be humiliated in my own home. I never agreed to be treated like some disposable incubator; I'd never agreed to give up to you, so let's get to it, are we getting divorce or not?"
He frowned, creamy thrown off by how steady I was. How real this was.
"You are serious."
I met his eyes without blinking."Deal serious"
His lips thinned, frustrated flicking over his eyes. "Fine. If you want to throw your life away, don't let me stop up Do it now."
Felicia's hand moved to her hips with a low scoff under her breadth. "Finally."
The Beta peeked through the door, confusion etched deep into the furrow of his brow. "Alpha," he said Carefully, "ah, not that I am questioning you, but you should … reconsider?"
Nelli's chest filled with a deep breath like a volcano holding its fuse.
The beta continued, his voice more pitched,"it's just..the rejection ceremony isn't something to do lightly. With all due respect, this seems like an emotional argument—"
"Do what i said," Nelli finally barked, cutting him off.
The Beta hesitated, glancing at me like he expected me to cry, plead, offer some kind of excuse. But I just stared back, I even rolled my eyes at them.
Then Nelli's fell at me, that cold smirk tugging at his mouth again
"Think it over, Ella. After today, you will regret this."
Regret?
I broke out a laughter. Why is he so confident that I will regret, that I'd want to stay here,? I only regret coming back to ask him about the child. The man who let another woman laugh at me across the table and hoped I said nothing I should just swallow it like medicine.
How pathetic, how is that even possible?
"Regret? I said. "I regret staying this long."
I left the room without waiting for permission.
The maid blinked when I asked for help finding. My own bedroom. Guess they hadn't gotten the memo yet, the Alpha's wife didn't know where she slept.
I followed her through the long corridors with my chin high, not stopping once. I didn't care gat my heart was racing. Le that the walls of this place still echoed with memories I don't have. This wasn't my home. It never had been.
By the time I reached the room, I already knew I didn't want to take anything with me. I didn't want the gowns I wore to please him, the perfume that he'd once scoffed at, or the jewelry I had no memory of choosing. None of it felt like mine. Still, I opened the drawers and started folding, just to give my hands something to do.
The makes lingerie's awkwardly, eyes darting to my stomach, then to the door. Like she expected Nelli to barge in and drag me back
He dare to.
Third-Person's POV
Nelli was Still, his feet planted like root had grown through his feet, staring at where Ella had disappeared.
Felicia, as usual,didn't wait for an invitation as her hand slipped slithered up his arm.
"Nelli," she said softly, her voice all honey and silk. "I know this must be .. stressful. Don't worry about Ella," she said. "You know she does this. She is just too impulsive, Emotionally. She will come back when she realizes you mean what you say."