She went stiff.
“What are you talking about?”
“You think I don’t know about your little stunts? You trying to pin that bastard on me?”
“W-what are you talking about Killian?”
I chuckled coldly. “Oh. Playing oblivious now right?”
Jumat
I leaned in, my elbows on the table as I stared right into her eyes. “Does my silence give you the impression that I’m clueless?
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about Killian.”
“Ofcourse.” I nodded chuckling. “You must really think I’m such a fool that I wouldn’t find out about the human you were so obsessed with? That your married human mate…”
I leaned back on my chair and crossed my arms.
“You know… It’s one thing to find your human mate and fuck him, but it’s another thing to drug him when he clearly rejected you and told you he was happily married with his wife.”
Colour drained from her face.
“K-killian I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I sighed. “Still trying to deny it? Drugging your married human mate, luring him to sleep with you, recording it and sending it to his lovely pregnant wife so she could leave him for you? I see…”
She trembled
“Or what about when you planned an accident to kill her just so you could have him all for yourself?”
“Ki-killian-“
“And when that blew up in your face, when you found out you were pregnant for him and he straight up denied you, you thought crawling back to me with a ‘baby’ would cover all of your crimes?” I hand-quoted the word ‘baby’ and chuckled. ” Then you must be fucking delusional.”
“I-I don’t know where you’re getting your fake news from-“
I shook my head laughing. “It’s alright. I won’t push. But I’m sure you remember sending that girl to the hotel to lure me the other night? And when she failed, you edited a picture. Sent it to me this morning like some amateur trying to catch a cheating husband. Thinking you could use it against me someday? Well I’m so fucking sorry. That damn plan of yours fell through the drain. And you know what? I’m fucking done with you.”
She was shaking now. “You don’t get it, Killian. I’m doing all this for you!”
“How so?”
“This pregnancy. It… It’s your ticket to winning the campaign. Alpha Dorian and Alpha Cassian’s mates aren’t pregnant. You’ve got an edge. If you divorce me now, you’ll lose that. You’ll lose the polls. You’ll lose everything.”
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.
“So that’s what this is? A trade? My life for your delusion?”
“I’m your Luna, Killian! You need me! You want to be alpha King? Then St
Smile for the cameras. Pretend we’re happy. And maybe, just maybe, I won’t post that video of you and your precious sister.”
I didn’t move.
“Yes,” she continued. “That video. The one where you’re fucking her like a feral beast. The council will love that. An Alpha, sleeping with his sister. That’s instant disqualification.”
I stared at her for a long second.
Then I laughed.
She blinked.
“That’s all you got? Really? That’s your grand play? Blackmail?”
She swallowed.
I shook my head slowly. “Go ahead, Cynthia. Leak whatever you want. But don’t think it’s only you who knows how to play dirty. You’re not the only one with footage. With witnesses. You try to drag me down, and I will ruin you in ways you haven’t even imagined”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m your Luna. I’m carrying your heir whether you like it or not. You need me. Without me, you’re just a candidate with anger issues. You want that crown? You won’t get it without me.”
“Oh dear…” I stood up, circling her. “Whatever fantasy you’re living in where I give a fuck about you or this fake-ass baby performance you’re putting on-wake the hell up. This is reality. And you’re not in my future.”
“Y-You can’t be serious, Killian.”
“Dead serious,” I said “I’m divorcing you. And nothing-not your bastard pregnancy, not your empty threats, not your dirty little recordings, will stop me.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t care
“You can’t ruin my name, Cynthia But I’ll ruin yours so badly your own damn reflection will reject you. Don’t fucking test my patience.”
KILLIAN’S POV
“Wow, everywhere is tense. Did I miss something?”
Mr. David, my lawyer, walked in with that ridiculous smile he always wore when he was about to drop a bomb. But I wasn’t in the mood for any jokes or pleasantries, as if my patience had been completely wrung out. I just wanted to get this over with, get her out of my life, and go back to my baby.
Cynthia turned toward him, frowning. w the late What’s going on?”
Mr. David ignored her tone, sat down quite slowly like he had all the time in the world, opened his briefcase, and pulled out a neat stack of papers. He slid them across the table, then looked at me. I gave him a nod.
When Cynthia saw the first page, she froze. Her body stiffened as if something had crawled down her spine. She stood up abruptly, eyes darting between me and the papers.
“What the hell is this?”
“Sit,” I said, my voice low and sharp.
“No. I’m not sitting. Killian, what is this?”
Mr. David’s smile widened, and he turned to Cynthia. “Divorce papers.”
The second those words hit her ears, her entire face changed. The color drained from her skin, and she stood up so fast her chair screeched across the floor.
“What?!”
“Sign it,” I said, my voice low but firm.
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