Divorce

"Humm...hum...hum..."

The early morning sun shone brightly through the windows. Naira carried a bowl of soul with a blissful smile on her face, humming a soft tune under her breath as she walked to her husband's office.

The events of last night flashed through her mind, making her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink that made the cleaning Omegas throw her a second glance.

She had never felt so content. So complete.

Her happiness was truly connected with her Zain.

Arriving at his office door, she paused and took a few deep breaths. Once she regained her composer, she gently turned the knob. The soup was hot, and she was afraid to accidently spill it. So, she kept her eyes trained on the bowl, as she slowly stepped into the room.

"Zain, baby, I was so scared. Those group of rogues...they were cold and ruthless. They killed my friend and chained me with silver. Thankfully, my father and his patrol found me when they did. Otherwise..."

A coquettish voice resounded in the office room.