Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Eric’s POV

“I just… I need air,” I muttered, already heading outside before she could say anything. I stepped out and let the cold breeze hit my face.

I closed my eyes. Why was this happening to me? Why now?

I had peace. I had the life I wanted. The woman I chose, and her wonderful daughter.

But here I was, getting worried that Iris hadn’t called since that night.

And now, the guards were calling me now?

Why?

The cold air outside did nothing to calm me. I leaned against the wall, clenching my jaw as I stared at nothing. My thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. They kept dragging me back to Iris. To Evie.

I shouldn’t be thinking about them. I had everything I wanted now.

I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone. My thumb hovered over Iris’s contact for a moment.

Maybe I should call. Just once. Just to make sure everything was okay.

“No,” I muttered under my breath and locked the screen. “Don’t be stupid.”

I turned away and paced down. This was exactly how she got into my head. This was what she always did. She always twisted my thoughts, made me feel guilty, and so confused. It was always some kind of game with her.

I would be better off if she was out of my life. A bitter scoff escaped my lips as I remembered the deal.

One month. I was to play along for one damn month as if we were a family. As if I ever wanted that, and at the end of it, she was supposed to sign the divorce papers and walk away. I knew it wouldn’t be possible for her to do that. She would probably try to drag it out.

She probably never intended to sign anything. She just wanted more time to mess with my head.

I hadn’t kept up my end of the deal either, because the deal was off.

I didn’t want to play nice anymore. I didn’t want one more fake smile or quiet dinner or staged bedtime story. I was done pretending.

I had allowed her to live in my house even with her disrespect and deceit. That was all I was going to do for her.

I would force her to sign the divorce papers.

And if she refused…

My jaw tightened.

I would take drastic measures. I had let her manipulate me for far too long. She didn’t deserve mercy.

I could call the council. File for breach of agreement. Have her punished. Stripped of her privileges. Maybe banished, while I take Evie away and raise her well.

Yes. Maybe that was the best route. That would finally put an end to her games.

I ran a hand through my hair and turned to go back inside, but I paused when I saw the date on my phone screen.

My chest constricted.

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