SOPHIA’S POV
After dinner, I drove home. It was still early - only eight p.m. So I didn’t call Damien yet about getting the marriage certificate. We’d need it for the courthouse tomorrow.
I settled onto my bed and scrolled through my phone, trying to distract myself from tomorrow’s finality. But social media had other plans.
Tiffany’s latest post appeared at the top of my feed. It was a video. I almost scrolled past, but something made me tap it.
The frame showed only Damien’s lower half. I could see his expensive slacks, his polished shoes, his hand gesturing as he spoke. But his voice was obvious. He was explaining something.
"so if you structure your research methodology this way, the results will be more statistically significant. Your doctoral committee will appreciate the rigor-"
Tiffany laughed. "You’re so smart! I don’t know what I’d do without you helping me with this."
Damien chuckled "Happy to help. Your research is important."
I tapped "Not interested" and locked my phone. My wolf whimpered at how intimate the video was. He was helping her with her doctoral work, pending his evening supporting her academic dreams.
Something he’d never done for me.
My phone rang, start ling me. Damien’s name flashed on the screen.
"Hello?" I answered
"I can’t find our marriage certificate." His voice was tense. "I’ve looked everywhere in my study. It’s not here."
My stomach dropped. "What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I’m sure. I’ve gone through every drawer, every file. It’s gone."
"I’m coming over." I was already grabbing my coat. "Don’t move anything else. I’ll search too."
I drove to Stone Villa faster than I should have. My mind was racing. The marriage certificate had to be there. We needed it for tomorrow. Without it, we couldn’t finalize the divorce.
When I arrived, Damien was in his study, surrounded by open drawers and scattered papers. His hair was disheveled from running his hands through it. Even his tie was loosened.
"I’ve checked everywhere," he said when he saw me. "It’s not in any of the usual places."
I started my own search. I checked everywhere - the desk drawers, the filing cabinets, the safe. I found nothing. I moved to our bedroom, checking the nightstands, the closet, even under the mattress.
Nothing.
The sound of my searching must have woken Franca. She appeared in the doorway, wrapped in her robe.
"Luna Stone? Is everything alright?" she asked me.
"Have you seen our marriage certificate?" I asked. "A red folder with some official documents?"
Franca shook her head. "I’ve never touched your personal papers, ma’am. Alpha Stone is very particular about that."
"Thank you, Franca. Go back to bed."
After she left, I pulled out my phone to call Damien, but it went to voicemail. He was probably on another call or probably with Tiffany, discussing her research.
I waited, pacing the bedroom. My wolf was getting more and more. agitated.
Finally, my phone rang. Damien.
"You need to come help me search," I said. "I can’t find it anywhere."
"I’m still at the office. It might be late before I can get there-"
"Then I’m leaving if you’re not here soon. We need that certificate for tomorrow, Damien."

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