Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Child Support

SOPHIA’S POV

We stayed at the café for hours. Our coffee cups were refilled three times, and still we talked.

Lance told me about his own struggles. He told me about the pressure from his family to take over their medical practice.

And I told him about the girl I used to be before Damien - ambitious, confident, full of dreams about changing the world through medicine.

"She’s still there," Lance said. "I see her. Every time you talk about your patients, every time you light up discussing research, every time you refuse to back down even when you’re exhausted and hurt. She’s still there, Sophia. You just forgot how to see her."

His words made my eyes burn with tears.

By the time we left the café, it was dark outside. Lance drove me back to Sky Manor.

"Thank you," I said as he pulled into the driveway. "For today, for listening. For... everything."

"You don’t have to thank me for being your friend." Lance smiled "I’ll always be here for you”

“Thanks”

I got out of the car and walked to the door. Inside, I found Marco and Bianca waiting in the living room.

I was shocked to see Bianca. I wasn’t expecting her. Marco stood up immediately.

"Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling for hours!" he shrieked.

"My phone’s been off." I looked between them. "What’s Bianca doing here?"

"I called her," Marco said. "Because you’ve been acting strange all week, you come home with bruises you won’t explain, and today you didn’t answer your phone for six hours. So yeah, I’m worried. What’s going on, Sophia?"

I looked at their faces. They both looked so concerned about me.

I couldn’t hide anymore. I couldn’t pretend everything was fine. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Sit down," I said quietly. "Both of you. There’s a lot I need to tell you."

So I told them everything, about Tiffany moving her mother into Stone Villa, about Ashley wanting to call Tiffany "Mom”, about Tasha throwing the castle and then lying about me attacking her, about Damien dragging me out of the house, leaving bruises on my wrist, about the scene at the hospital today.

All of it. I told them every painful detail I’d been holding inside.

By the time I finished, Marco was growling.

"I’m going over there," he said. His voice was low and dangerous. "I’m going to Stone Villa right now and I’m going to make that bastard understand what happens when you hurt my sister-"

"No." I caught his arm. "Marco, no. That’s exactly what I don’t want."

"He put his hands on you, Sophia! He left bruises!" Marco’s eyes flashed gold. "That’s not okay. That’s never okay, divorce or not."

"I know and I’m handling it." I squeezed his arm. "But not with violence. I just want this over cleanly."

"He doesn’t deserve clean," Marco growled.

Custody: Joint legal custody, but primary physical custody to Damien given Ashley’s clear preference to be with him and Tiffany. I’d have visitation rights - weekends, holidays, summers. These were standard arrangements that protected my rights as a mother even if my daughter didn’t want to see me right now.

Child support: Damien would pay, not because I needed it financially, but because it was his responsibility as a father.

Spousal support: I didn’t want any. I had my own career, my own income. I didn’t want to be tied to Damien financially.

The Stone Villa: Damien could keep it. I never wanted to set foot in that house again. It had too many bad memories.

My personal belongings: I’d already taken most of what I cared about, but I added a clause giving me one week to remove any remaining items before Damien could dispose of them.

The mate bond: This was the hardest part to write. Werewolf law required both parties to officially renounce the mate bond in front of the pack council. It was a painful, public ritual, but necessary.

I added the clause requiring us to complete the renunciation ceremony within thirty days of signing the agreement.

By the time I finished, it was three a.m. My eyes burned with exhaustion, but the agreement was done.

I saved three copies - one for me, one for Damien, one for my lawyer.

Tomorrow, I would take it to Stone Villa and I would make Damien sign it, in front of witnesses if necessary.

No more delays. No more excuses.

This ended now.