Darius POV
have no love left for you?
Those words kept echoing in my head. I couldn’t get rid of them. They clung to me like a ghost that refused to let me rest. Not when I closed my eyes. Not when I opened them. Not even when I was drunk and drowning in liquor
I started laughing, tears streaming down my face as I held the bottle tighter, drinking more than I did last night, hoping it would be enough to wash Rosella’s voice out of my mind.
“1 messed up,” I muttered to myself in the mirror. ” messed up so bad, I can’t fix it no matter what, huh?”
I looked like a madman, crying and laughing, whispering her name over and over again.
I ignored the countless calls I received from my beta, from my father, from Sasha. I didn’t take any of them. I needed time to breathe I couldn’t bring myself to work or pretend everything was fine when my whole world was falling apart
I wanted to sit in this moment to mourn, to ask myself whether I was going to give up or still fight for what I wanted Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine our marriage. ending like this. I believed her love for me would be strong enough to keep her from leaving, despite all the twisted decisions I made I thought my desire to complete our family would somehow strengthen what we had.
But I was wrong. No matter the intention, a mistake is still a mistake. I can’t build a happy home if the very pieces I used to create it were taken from the person I planned to live in it with
“Oh, help me. I cried out ptifully
I don’t think my life has any meaning anymore. Not even the child Sasha is carrying could bring me back to life
“Are you really insane?
That was the first thing I heard the next morning.
Before I could even register the hammering pain in my head, before I could even rise from the bed, my father was already yelling at me
“I gave you enough time and you failed to bring your wife home. That means you’re going to sign the divorce papers and marry someone else now”
“Dad, please..“I groaned
But the pain in my head worsened. The room spun and the floor beneath me shook as if the world itself was collapsing
“You’re getting married before your mistress gives birth. You cannot let them overlap. You’ll marry her and bring your new wife and child somewhere far away. You’ll return after three years when everything has settled. That’s the only way we avoid a scandal caused by your poor choices”
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His words didn’t bother me anymore. I had already heard everything I never wanted to hear from Rosella.
“Now get up and finish all your pending work. Clear your schedule this week. I’ll arrange. the wedding immediately.”
He turned and marched out, but I stood up and yelled after him.
“I’m not divorced yet. How dare you plan my wedding?!”
My father turned to glare at me, the same cold look that usually left me speechless. But this time, I didn’t flinch.
“My wife left me and you’re telling me to get married again like I just lost a coin? I lost the woman I love!”
“And whose fault is that?” he snapped. “Instead of begging for sympathy, be a man. Clean up your mess and prove to her you can move on too, just like she did. If she’s getting the life you failed to give, will you ruin it out of bitterness so both of you suffer?”
“I love her!” My voice cracked. I felt my throat close up, my chest tightening with grief. “Yes, I made mistakes. I hurt her. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her.”
He put his hands on his hips and looked at me like I was a hopeless case.
“If you really love her, sign the divorce papers. That’s what will make her happy now. Then fix your life. From here on out, you are solely responsible for yourself. This is no longer about your failed marriage. You are the Alpha. You have responsibilities. That’s why you are getting married, whether you like it or not, by the end of next week.”
I was left standing there, trying to calm the storm inside me. I told myself I could still fix everything, that I still had the power. I am Darius De Laro.
I couldn’t just let her find happiness with someone else while I stood here shattered. I would never be okay with that. The thought alone tore me apart, what more if it became
real?
But I remembered the pain in her face. The weight in her eyes. Could I really bear to see that again? Could I really be heartless enough to make her suffer more?
“But I still love her… I’m still her husband…” I whispered to myself as my eyes fell on the
television screen.
The news was showing her.
She’s back. She’s here. We’re breathing the same air again.
But I know she didn’t return just to exist near me.
She came back to destroy what little I have left.
