EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET: DIVORCED AND CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING

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that I could feel every sharp stone on

onaire CEO but couldn't

big group of twelve people showed up just as we were closin

ly reached the porch of the huge house I lived

hunder rumbled in the distance, c

vy oak door just as the

miliar, lonely scent. None of my coworkers would

l him about my day; not that he ever really listened. I just wanted t

m in the l

composed, with his mother, Evelyn, s

a board meeting. And on the mahogan

skipped

ounding small in the high-ceil

m the latest iPad in

ly tired, I just g

peated. His voice w

clinging to my skin. It made me feel even more out o

and the word DIVORCE leaped o

s's face, looking for any signs of the kind man

velyn snapped, her voi

disgust. "You've been a guest in this house for two years

We've been married for two years! I've done everything for you. I've stood by you,

my face before I

s a s

g. My head snapped to the side, and for a

g, and looked up to see Evelyn standin

who only got married to my son because he pitied you. You should be

s!" I cried out, the tears

have the qualifications, but no one would even call me back for an int

, cruel smirk spread across his

w," he said, shaking his h

own half the companies you applied to, and I know the CEOs of the other half. I made phone calls. I

as spinning. "Why? Why

e completely flat. "If you had a career, you'd have opinions. I wanted a wife who knew

at?" I asked, my

cking voice came from

up and sa

I'd always thought was too friendly with my husband. She wa

utching a glas

aid, walking down the stairs wi

is as empty as your bank account, as empty as your existence. You're barren. Honest

d your things packed into two suitcases. They're by the back door. If you sign now, I'll let you keep the tips y

had loved and though

ivorcing me to make me realize

the pen and scrawled my name

nounced in a tired

orced myself to walk with the l

called out mockingly. "Though I'm sure

y had touched. I walked out the door with nothing

or closed behind

down hard, as if

soaked and drenche

hair into my face as I started

as his way of controlling where I went. I didn't have a phone either beca

arcus. Mom had just passed, leaving m

like miles, my wet shoe

the meals I'd cooked, the nights I'd wait

ated me the

I blin

to pour heavily b

rrounded by thick woods. I was so exhausted and heartbroken that my legs

ace in my hands. "I can't do thi

lf up, but my hand h

as w

yes through the dark. A man was l

n anyone I'd ever seen, and

ly cuts that were bleeding into

over the rain.

der. His skin felt like it was on f

trying to see if he

wn problems momentarily forgo

g over him, my hair dripping water ont

so fast I didn't even have time to scream. The man in the mud rolled ove

and my brea

glowing a fierce, molte

face contorted into pain as he stared at me, as if I was the reason for his pain. Maybe he was having d

unged for me and his mouth crashed agains