2: The Divorce

Dana

When I woke up, I realized I was in my room.

I had a horrible feeling upon waking up. I remember having a terrible nightmare about my marriage: my nephew was Demian's son. My husband cheated on me with my stepsister.

I saw Demian standing at the foot of the bed. He was looking at me intently. There was something strange in his gaze. I noticed coldness, and I felt puzzled. Then, I remembered everything: My dream was not a dream. It was real. Demian did cheat on me with my stepsister, and she claimed that her son was Demian's.

I hurriedly got out of bed. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit down again. My eyes searched for Demian's to judge him for his actions.

"You!" I pointed at him.

"I don't think it's time for us to have this discussion, Dana."

"And when will it be the time?! You said you don't love me. You love her, and you've cheated on me with my stepsister in my own house!"

"Soon, this won't be your house, Dana," he confessed.

I looked at him attentively.

Could he...?

"Are you going to kick me out? You can't do that. We're married. This is also my house."

"It's my house. I bought it. And I don't want you here, Dana. After what I've found out about you, I don't want you here. I can't forgive you for what you did to Rachel. You made her son distance himself from me because you fell in love with me. It's disgusting," he judged.

"That's not true! I would never do such a thing! I didn't even know you two were together, Demian!" I felt desperate.

I needed him to believe me. But what was the use? Anyway, he cheated on me with Rachel. My husband!

"How can you say you love her? I am your Moon, Demian! Mother Moon has assigned us to be together!"

"I don't care what Mother Moon has assigned. I can't be with someone like you."

I looked at him with disdain. I couldn't believe it.

A month ago, Demian was the most romantic and charming man I had ever met. But today he was someone else. I didn't recognize him. I was afraid of the person in front of me.

My eyes were filled with tears. He seemed to have no mercy for me. His mind was poisoned with the lies my stepsister told him. Indeed, I never got along with Rachel, but I never thought she could do this to me.

I remained silent, crying. I didn't know what else to say.

Demian left the room and returned with an envelope. He left it on the bed and crossed his arms, looking at me.

"What's this?"

"Open it," he ordered.

I opened the envelope and took out the papers inside.

Divorce.

The word echoed in my head, and I felt like I would faint again. I never thought we would find ourselves in this situation.

I looked at my husband.

"You can't do this to me! Please, Demian, you have to listen to me. Nothing you believe about me is true," I got up from the bed and took his hands. But he recoiled in disgust.

"I'm not interested in talking about anything with you. I want you to sign the divorce papers."

Demian threw a pen on the bed.

"We can't get divorced. I don't want... I love you, Demian!" I pleaded. My dignity was on the ground. But I had to fight for him. He was the man I loved. I didn't want my stepsister to take him away from me.

"Sign," he spoke authoritatively.

I cried, but Demian didn't care.

His stance was firm and demanding. I closed my eyes and kept crying.

I couldn't look at those papers.

"Sign the papers!"

"Are you going to leave me on the street, Demian?" My voice broke.

"Do you want money? I'll give you the money. I don't need money. I'm the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, and you won't be part of it anymore. I'll give you your money, and you'll leave my house. Sign the papers right now."

A horrible idea crossed my mind.

Did he want me to leave so Rachel could come live with him?

"Give me a few days to read the papers with my lawyers!"

It made no sense to keep begging for mercy because he wasn't willing to understand me. Anyway, he cheated on me with my stepsister.

What sense was there in staying here?

I took the pen with trembling hands. I could barely see through the tears flooding my eyes.

I didn't want to leave from here. I wanted to stay because I had the right to do so, but my pride wouldn't allow me. Demian made a mistake by trusting her, but I couldn't do anything about it. I wasn't going to allow such humiliation.

"Fine... If this is what you want, I'll do it, Demian. But you'll regret doing this to me," I pushed the pen onto the sheets.

"I won't regret divorcing someone I don't love. She's pregnant again. We'll have another child together."

I looked at him indignantly.

Did I hear correctly?

"Pregnant? You...? You got her pregnant?"

Demian's deception went further than I thought.

"That's right," he replied.

I looked at the papers on the bed and then back at him. Our story was definitively over. He ended our marriage. He destroyed it completely.

I signed the papers.

I wanted to resist. But I couldn't stay where I wasn't wanted.

"Happy?"

"You can stay here for a few days until you find another place."

He took and signed his part of the agreement.

Officially, Demian and I were divorced.

"I'll call you soon to arrange the formal rejection as Luna and Alpha."

He was going to reject me as his Luna...

I wiped away my tears.

Demian left the room.

I felt dizzy again. I didn't feel well at all. I think I was going to have to go to the hospital to get checked out. Something was wrong with me.

I called my assistant to take me to the hospital. On the way, I passed out again.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. My doctor walked in with a paper in her hands. Judging by her look, I knew she had news.

"We need to talk about something important, Miss Dana."