I looked down, the pain felt numb against the humiliation they gave me. As I wanted to stand up, the wound stringed.

“Ahh!” I shouted and fell back on my butt, scratching more than before.

I hissed in pain and wanted to snap back. Everything was hazy, when I pulled myself together finally and hailed a cab to the hospital.

The doctor pursed his lips and shook his head, “Where's your husband, how could you be so carefree?”

“Sorry.” I clutched the hem of my dress and bit my lips.

“You don't have to say that.” He sighed.

When we were having this conversation, Vincent entered inside growling like a mad wolf.

“Healer!” His voice was chilly when he called out the head healer of the hospital, “Get your ass here and treat her.”

He was holding Zara firmly and delicately as if she would fall if he would let her go.

“Vincent, I'm in pain.” Zara cried out deliberately like a child when her eyes fell on me.

“Look the witch is here too.” She pointed at me, leaning closer to him.

Vincent sneered, “Ignore her.”

“All she can do is act vulnerable.” The disdain in his voice broke my heart again. The more I recalled how I wasted my youth on this guy, the more I was feeling nauseous.

“Tsk tsk!” The doctor clicked his tongue on his cheek and made a face, “Young people are so exaggerated.”

“The wound is not even as severe as yours but look at her crying like a toddler.”

I wanted to say something but felt exhausted. My lips curved into a weak smile as I leaned back and sighed.

‘Vincent, you can't blame me later.’ My mind was fully clouded.

Looking around, all the nurses were simping over them.

“The girl is really lucky, getting such handsome Alpha to fall for her.” The first one started.

“I know right.” The second one sequeled, “He was so worried whether she would get a scar.”

“...”

The laughter and giggles were nothing but stabbing like a dagger in my heart.

“Is it done?” I slowly looked up, “Can I leave?”

“Can you even go alone?” The doctor frowned, “Where's your family? Your husband?”

His eyes were flashing the contrast of the situation between Zara and me.

I pushed through another weak smile and replied humbly, “My husband died a few days ago.”

‘That’s right. Who is alive currently is Vincent, the Alpha of the pack and lover of Zara, not my husband.’ I cleared my head and got up slowly.

“I can handle it alone.” Saying so, I left.

When I was in the corridor, God played another game with unfortunate destiny.

Vincent and Zara were coming from the opposite side, he was still carrying her in his arms.

“So you are here for another drama.” Vincent furrowed his eyebrows as soon as he saw me , “Bella, the old course hasn't settled yet, remember that.”

“No, I am not here for anything.” I didn't have the energy to argue anymore, “Leave the way.”

“Don't blame her.” Zara mumbled, slowly getting down from his arms.

“She didn't mean to hurt me, right Bella?” She mumbled looking at me like a freak as if I would hurt her.

My wolf growled inside once before I calmed it down.

“Make a way.” My tone was cold as ice.

But before I could leave, Vincent grabbed my hand tightly slamming me against the wall, “Who are you showing the attitude?”

He grinded his knees between my thighs, burning my wound.

I clenched my eyes and cried out in pain.

“Ahh! Leave me.” I pushed him with all my strength and groaned.

Vincent was surprised for a moment. His eyes were widened for a fraction of time before going back to normal again, “Oh! You got hurt too.”

My wolf, who had always loved him and accepted him as her mate, expected a bit of comfort from him.

But I wanted to laugh at her badly.

As expected, he squirted his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, “You should have been careful. Thankfully, Zara is fine.”

They left when I was still standing there like a lost child.

All I could hear Zara was still playing the role of pitiful Omega while Vincent comforted her saying, “Don't think too much. She is the pet I kept for all these years. She deserved to be treated like this if she couldn't take care of you well.”

I could not stand there anymore and left from there.

Since then I moved out from the house where Vincent and I lived for years.

When I entered my old and withered apartment, I felt relief. Arranging my luggage, I flopped on the rusty bed.

“Finally it's over.” I checked the calendar. Only three days left from the exact date of being divorce. It was our anniversary date too.

I chuckled mockingly.

“How can a contract marriage have an anniversary!” I leaned against the bedhead.

All these three days, Vincent never looked for me, instead he threw a big welcome party for Zara who acted coquettishly with everyone.

When the group photos were being flooded with their intimate pictures, what attracted me more was that Vincent was kissing Zara’s lips while his hand possessively rested on her waist.

The smirk on her face had silently declared her position as a new Luna of this pack.

I lay down on the bed shedding my tears for the last time for this man, Vincent.

After that, everything would come to an end.

I sighed and leaned on the bed while grunting silently. Looking at the photos near me, I clenched my wedding dress and laughed like a maniac.

“Vincent, you are really good.” My chest was tightened up due to sadness.

For the last time, when I entered inside the villa we shared for years, it was cold and empty. Vincent never came there.

An unknown coldness and darkness engulfed me. My mind was as exhausted as my body from crying.

“We could never have a proper goodbye Vincent.” I chuckled sadly and placed the divorce agreement on the study table where Vincent made a scene for Zara earlier.

Sighing, I took one last glance of the villa, no this was not a villa for me but a cage where I was held captive.

I turned around and dragged my suitcase outside of the villa when I received a message from Brandon Skyler, “Bella, your design will be on exhibition. But you have to come here.”

In this six years of marriage with Vincent I got nothing to do. Being the Luna of this pack, I could only grit my teeth and work for this pack while giving up on all of my own passion.

But I never let go of my passion for arts. I poured my soul into painting and contacted Brandon Skyler, who was a beta and well known artist of Sand White Pack.

I collaborated with him for several times and known as “Cherry” to the outside world.

“Bella, now it's time to let everyone know who Cherry is.” Brandon voice message rung on my ear, leaving me in dilemma.

For several years he had been saying the same things.

“Why are you hiding your identity when this is the real you?” His soothing voice always cheered me up whenever Vincent made me vulnerable.

But all these years, I had always declined his offer as I knew that Vincent didn't like his Luna to mingle with another pack and gave a face to the outside world.

“We are divorced now.” My wolf sounded tired but determined, “He failed us, our marriage.”

A weak chuckle formed on my face.

“Okay.” I assured her and made a call.

“Brandon, I'm ready.” I almost whispered my word, “Can you please arrange a flight ticket for me?”

Brandon almost jumped from his seat and said excitedly, “How about within tomorrow?”

“Yes, good.” I hung up. A sense of relief grew inside me.

As soon as I left the room and came outside, I discovered Vincent with dark expression standing outside my apartment.

“Why was your phone switched off?” He frowned.

“That's not something I should tell you.” Even though I was scared, I took a stand for myself.

As usual Vincent didn't care and his icy voice rang again, “Bella, you are now just not a lowly nobody, you are Luna. I don't like when my wife is parading outside.”

“Go back to the villa.” He fixed his collar, “Zara is staying there. You have to take care of her.”

“Taking care of her? Is she a child?” I scoffed, “What do you think of me? A nanny?”

“Bella, don't you think you are being rebellious now?” His expression darkened further, “Just do what I asked you to do. I don't want to hear anything else.”

“Bella, don't forget that you are still under my wing.” He sneered, “If you rebel, I also know how to cut off your wings.”

With this, he left. I looked at his indifferent silhouette with a dry expression on my face.

I tossed myself on the bed and opened the chat app. There was a trail of sympathy waiting for me and the group chat again filled with so many photos of Zara and Vincent.

Vincent, who was cold to me just, was cooking for her and she clung onto him like a sweet child.

She even wrote a caption: [I hope every omega will be blessed as me.]

Some even tagged me there.

I shook my head to see her drama.

“Let's end this.” These three words swiftly came out from my mouth when I left the group chat.

Since I would no longer be the Luna of this pack, I didn't need to care about anything.

I called my brother, Parker and explained everything, “So I want divorce. What do you think?”

He stayed silent for a moment. I knew that he was not afraid of what we would do in our life after this, but he knew very well how much I was indulged and in love with Vincent.

“Bella, I won't interfere in your matter.” His voice was calm and soothing as usual, “But think twice. Once divorced, there's no going back.”

“Brother, I want to chase my dream from now on, not a man.” I closed my eyes, humming those sentences like a lullaby.

“Okay, come back to me then.” He smiled before hanging up the call.

But even if I wanted peace, Zara didn't leave me behind.

By the evening when I had already finished packing, my doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I discovered a delivery man with a small brown box.

“This is for you.” His humble tone made me more curious than ever.

“Who sent this?” I asked, nurturing the box in my hands.

“Sorry ma’am, I don't know.” He sounded half hearted.

“Okay.” Seeing him off when I opened the box, I got a series of photos of Zara and Vincent’s fun trip in London. She even added a note: ‘Bella, you can only dream of this.’

My hands moved over the photo one by one until I saw where Vincent was proposing Zara with 999 roses and a big diamond ring.

Zara could get anything from Vincent just within a few days which I had always craved to get.

I did everything I could do for the whole six years but he never looked at me, even when his gaze fell on me, I could see only disgust.

A dry chuckle formed on my lips, only I knew how the tears rolled down from my eyes when my hands were caressing those photos.

I tossed them in the garbage and set them into fire. I saw the flame resembling the loneliness I had been facing all this time.

“I have to leave. That's it.” I mumbled, securing myself from the hassle.

From the very beginning, I knew this marriage was nothing but a transaction. Now that my time had ended, I had to leave.

The next day, I was standing in front of the airport, looking at the interior, I could feel the freedom. The little child inside me who had been sleeping, woke up suddenly.

“With peace.” I mumbled, forming a smile on my face.

“Let's not meet again.” I sat on the plane, switching off my phone.