Chapter Seventeen: Aurielle DuVall
The next morning, I went for a walk before the sun came up. I wanted to see it rise. I don’t remember the last time I watched a
scene so beautiful. It was like I was reclaiming my life once again.
The sunrise was beautiful, and the stunning glow from the bench in a nearby park kept me calm and prepared me for the day ahead. It was still cold, but seeing the sun was nice. And this time I work on something thick so I won’t freeze.
After that sight, I made my way back to the house just in time for Matthias to wake up. I couldn’t look at him, knowing that he knew I was in love with him and still treated me poorly, and that Lena was a stupid replica of my sister.
Did he even realize how similar they looked? Was he detached in some part of his brain?
I should scream at him for getting wasted and having his beta bring him back to our home. He wouldn’t do this to Nerissa. Then
again, I’m not Nerissa.
I sighed and went to my room to take a bath while Matthias nursed his hangover in the living room. Once I was dressed, I picked
up my pre–packed bag and went to have breakfast.
“Aurielle.” I heard Matthias’s voice. Some part of me told me to ignore him. To go and eat my food. To leave him there, dealing
with the consequences of his own actions.
But I didn’t listen to that voice. I instead went to him, keeping my expression as neutral as I could.
“Yes?”
“What happened last night?”
He’s asking the wrong girl. How would I know what happened? Did he invite me out? No.
I’ll admit I’m a little bit jealous. Jealous of the people who get the kind–hearted Matthias. The one I’d heard about. The one I’d fallen for. I wish I’d gotten to see even the smallest sign of that, Matthias.
“I don’t know. Your beta brought you back home drunk and wasted. Call her, she might be able to tell you what happened.” 1 explained the only way that I could without being rude. I’m so tired of this marriage, of arguing with him, of being treated like an
enemy.
Matthias rubs his eyes. “Okay, I’ll call her. What are you doing tonight?”
I thought about it. I have other things to do. Like deciding on which assets were mine… which is easy. Everything in my room. Figuring out where I’m going to live after this divorce. I don’t have a clue where to go. Then, getting books about motherhood and
more. God, there is so much to do in my life.
I can’t do everything today. My main goal is to talk to Cassiel and find out what to do about the summons.
When I didn’t answer, Matthias gave me a displeased look. “We’re having dinner with your parents tonight.”
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I frowned at that. “Why? When did we decide that?”
He got up, rubbing his eyes. “I wanted to see them again. Tell them how you’ve decided to divorce me.”
+15 Bonus.
Panic settled in my chest. I don’t… I don’t want to see my parents, I especially don’t want to see my father. If there’s anyone I hate
in this world, it’s that man.
“Why? Matthias, why are you fighting me on this? Truly, ask yourself why you’re battling to stay married to me. Have you somehow fallen for me?” I said those words knowing it would aggravate him.
And it worked. He closed the distance between us in seconds. He’d moved so fast I almost missed him moving.
“I haven’t fallen for you. I will never fall for you. Do you think I want to stay married to you? For the rest of my life?”
“Then why are you fighting me? I’m giving us both what we want
Something about my words made him pause. Matthias stepped away from me. “Where are you going?” he asked, ignoring my words. This man picks his battles regardless of how important they are to other people. He knows he doesn’t love me, so why… does he even know why he’s against a divorce? His reputation?
Please. The pack loves him. They’d find a way to make me the enemy as long as it put him in a good light.
His parents? As much as I adore Meriam and Maxwell Crowe, if they try to stop me, I’ll cut them out of my life. I am at that point where I cannot stand being treated as second place, even in my own life.
I exhaled to calm myself. “I’m having lunch with a friend.”
Matthias raised one of his eyebrows, looking at me with disbelief. “You don’t have friends.”
“I do now. I’ll be home in time for my parents. This divorce is happening, Matthias. I will not be bullied into staying with you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, this isn’t your home.” I clenched my fist and tried my best to keep my face from revealing my emotions.
“You’re right.” I agreed with him and decided I’d get breakfast outside today. I don’t want to be in the house any longer. My parents… how could he call my parents?
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