Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Finally Free
SOPHIA’S POV
I woke up at dawn after barely three hours of sleep, but my mind was crystal clear.
Today was the day.
No more waiting, no more hoping Damien would suddenly develop a conscience and do the right thing.
I was taking control.
I got dressed then grabbed the folder containing three copies of the divorce agreent.
The drive to Damien’s company felt surreal. I’d only been to his office a handful of tis during our entire marriage. He’d never encouraged
to visit, never invited
to company events, never introduced
to his colleagues as anything more than "my wife" in passing.
The Moonstone Corporation building was proof og Damien’s success. Success I’d supported by managing his ho, raising his child, sacrificing my own career advancent.
I parked and walked into the lobby with my head held high.
The receptionist looked up as I approached.
"Good morning. Do you have an appointnt?" she asked with a small smile.
"I’m here to see Damien Stone. I’m his wife."
The smile flickered. "Mrs. Stone. I’m afraid Alpha Stone is currently in a eting with several pack alphas. It’s quite important and he asked not to be disturbed."
"I’ll wait." I sat down in one of the leather chairs in the waiting area. "However long it takes."
The receptionist looked uncomfortable. "Mrs. Stone, the eting could last several hours-"
"Then I’ll wait several hours." I pulled out my phone.
I sat there for forty-five minutes, watching employees co and go. All of them gave
curious looks. I wondered how many of them knew about Tiffany, how many had seen her here, been chard by her, maybe even felt sorry for her because she was dating a "married" man.
I wondered how many of them had judged
without knowing my side of the story.
Then the elevator doors opened and Tiffany walked out.
My wolf went rigid.
Speak of the devil.
She was dressed luxuriously as always. She wore a cream-colored dress that probably cost more than my monthly salary. Her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless.
The receptionist’s face lit up when she saw her. "Miss Tiffany! How lovely to see you. Alpha. Stone didn’t ntion you were coming by today."
"I wanted to surprise him." Tiffany smiled. "I brought lunch from that Italian place he loves."
"How thoughtful! I’m sure he’ll be delighted. His eting should be wrapping up any mont. Would you like
to show you to his office?"
"That would be great, thank you."
The receptionist led Tiffany toward the elevators, leaving
sitting in the lobby like a stranger.
I watched them disappear into the elevator, watched the doors close, and felt the bitter sting of being replaced.
In my own marriage, in my own life.
Even here, in Damien’s workplace, Tiffany was welcod with warmth while I was treated like an inconvenience.
My wolf whimpered. The mate bond pulled at
painfully but I pushed the feeling down.
Just a few more hours, and this would all be over.
DAMIEN’S POV
The eting with the visiting alphas had dragged on longer than expected.
When the eting finally ended and the alphas left, I returned to my office to find Tiffany sitting on my couch.
"Surprise," she said with a smile, holding up a takeout bag. "I brought lunch."
"Tiffany. I didn’t know you were coming by." I loosened my tie.
"I wanted to check on you. You seed so upset yesterday when you ca ho." She stood and moved closer. "Are you okay? Did you resolve things with Sophia?"
The ntion of Sophia’s na made my wolf stir uncomfortably.
"It’s... complicated."
"Everything with her seems complicated." Tiffany’s voice was gentle. "Maybe that’s a sign it’s not worth the trouble anymore."
Before I could respond, my office phone buzzed. The receptionist’s voice ca through the speaker.
"Alpha Stone? Your wife is here. She’s been waiting in the lobby for over an hour. Should I send her up?"
I looked at Tiffany.
"Yes," I said. "Send her up."
Tiffany sat back down on the couch. "I suppose I should go-"
"Stay." I cut in. "This won’t take long."
The truth was, I wanted Tiffany there. I wanted the buffer between
and whatever confrontation Sophia was here to have.
Coward, my wolf snarled. But I ignored it.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
"Co in." I spoke.
Sophia walked in, and I was struck by how different she looked. She looked beautiful and professional in the suit she wore.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Tiffany briefly before focusing on .
"We need to talk," she said. "Alone."
"Anything you need to say, you can say in front of Tiffany." I didn’t know why I was being difficult. Maybe because seeing them in the sa room highlighted every choice I’d made, every betrayal.
"Fine." Sophia’s voice was ice. She walked to my desk and placed a folder in front of . "Sign these."
I opened the folder. Divorce papers. But not the ones my lawyer had drawn up weeks ago.
"What is this?" I asked.
"The divorce agreent. I drafted it myself since you seem incapable of moving forward." Sophia crossed her arms. "Everything’s there. Asset division, custody arrangents, child support, spousal support which I don’t want, by the way. And the mate bond renunciation ceremony, scheduled for thirty days from signing."
I read through the pages. My wolf grew more agitated with each clause. This was real. Final. No more delays, no more pretending.
"Sophia, maybe we should think about this-"
"I have thought about it for months, while you’ve been playing house with your girlfriend and her mother” her tone was flat “I’m done thinking, Damien. Sign the papers."
"But-"
"There is no ’but.’ There’s no more discussion." She leaned forward, her hands flat on my desk. "Sign. The. Papers."
I looked at Tiffany, who was watching this exchange with wide eyes. Then back at Sophia, who was staring at
with an expression I couldn’t read.
My hand shook slightly as I picked up the pen.
"Once I sign this, there’s no going back," I said.
"There was no going back the mont you brought her into our ho." Sophia’s eyes flicked to Tiffany. "This is just paperwork, Damien. The marriage died a long ti ago."
The words cut deeper than they should have.
Because she was right.
I’d killed our marriage slowly, through a thousand small betrayals and neglects. This signature was just the final nail in a coffin I’d been building for years.
I signed my na on all three copies.
When I finished, Sophia gathered the papers and tucked them back into the folder. She sighed in relief.
"We’re done now," she said quietly. "We have nothing more to do with each other except coordinating custody visits."
Then she walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.
The silence in my office was deafening.
I stared at the empty doorway. I felt my wolf howling inside . The mate bond scread in protest at what I’d just done.
"Damien?" Tiffany’s voice was soft. "Are you okay?"
Was I okay?
I’d just signed away my marriage, officially ended my bond with the woman who’d stood by , who’d borne my child, who’d loved
even when I didn’t deserve it.
"I’m fine," I lied.
But as I sat there in my office, I wondered if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.
And if I had, it was too late to take it back.
The papers were signed. The marriage was over.
And Sophia was finally free of .
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