Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

Chapter 4

Word Count: 912 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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silk caftan. Felicia, hovering behind her mother. Caroline, still pressing her

To beg. To apologize for

ding the product roadmap that tripled Nexus's valuation. Every funding deck that made your IPO possible had my fingerprints on it. And you erased me with a sentence over chamomile." I stepped closer. She flinched. "You are n

opened. Closed.

unemployed, and your entire personality is 'Vance's sister.' You've never built a single thing in your

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u sit in my living room wearing my dead mother's necklace, cooing with his mother and sister like you've already moved in." I let the silence stretch. "You're not independent. You're not classy. You're a woman who collects other people's husbands

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should have hurt the most. It

them in the sand, and your first instinct tonight was to tell me to stop making a scene." I stepped into his space. He didn't retreat, but I saw the flicker. "You

edged with something that made the wolf in

ts, my past. You never did. Not once. You married a stranger and kept her that way." I held his gaze.

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elt the old posture, the soldier's stance, the offic

ked the urn tighter against my chest. "I'm walking out of this house tonight. What happens after that is between my lawyer and yours. And Vance?" I let his name si

to the elevator.

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pened. I st

aced and sputtering. Caroline, weeping into her palms. Vance, standing in the middle of

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f in me stretched, long and slow, like a creatur

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Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

Alma Werewolf

“On our third wedding anniversary, my billionaire husband texted me that he was stuck in a meeting. But a minute later, I saw his mistress's new Instagram post. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing my dead mother's sapphire necklace-the only heirloom I had left, which my husband claimed he had sent out for a surprise cleaning. I didn't shed a tear. Instead, I went to West Point alone to collect my heroic parents' ashes. But when I brought their flag-draped urn back to our penthouse, my mother-in-law called it "bad juju" and physically attacked me to throw their remains in the trash. When I used my military training to defend myself, my husband didn't care that his mother had just tried to desecrate my parents' memory. He just looked at me with pure fury and yelled. "Are you out of your mind? Apologize to my mother right now!" Later, he even suggested we have a baby to make his mother happy, only to put me on hold a second later to comfort his crying mistress. For three years, I had endured his family's insults and his constant neglect, hiding my true self just to be the perfect, accommodating wife. I had given up my military career and my pride, thinking my patience would eventually earn his love. How could I have been so blind, letting them treat my family's glorious legacy like garbage for a man who never respected me? So, when his mother threw a hundred-million-dollar check at me to sign a divorce NDA and disappear, I didn't beg or cry. I calmly signed my name, pocketed the massive severance pay, and walked away to reclaim my brilliant life.”