Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 27

BIANCA

I stared at the papers in my hands, my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing, the fact that I had actually gotten Matthew o sign the divorce papers.

He hadn’t even bothered to take a minute and read them. He hadn’t even paused to see what he was signing. Just scribbled his name like he was approving a grocery list and walked away to rescue his precious Mia.

My hands shook as I took the pen and signed my own name as well on the line underneath his. I exhaled as I felt the ink glow a bit signifying that the divorced papers were finally recognized and the process could finally start. Thirty days from now, the mate bond would shatter, and I’d be free.

I was reaching for my phone to call Marcus, to inform him that I had managed to get his signature, so we can move on with the next step when the door opened and Rivera walked in, carrying a takeout bag that smelled like actual food instead of the manageable meals that the hospital cafeteria normally made.

“I saw a man in the hallway. My intuition told me it was your husband.” he said, closing the door behind him with one foot, as his eyes were focused on me, his eyes searching, while his expression was closed off, neutral.

“He looked worried about something, rushing without paying attention to where he was going. In a hurry.”

I scoffed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. No matter how many times I tell myself that I am not bothered by his behaviour, the ache in my heart tells me a different story.

“That’s my soon–to–be ex–husband, actually. Running off to check on his mistress after calling his attention- seeking wife manipulative.”

Rivera set the bag on the rolling table and turned to face me fully, his dark eyes sharp and assessing as he commanded. “Explain.”

There was something about the command in his voice, that made me want to comply, like he was someone who was used to getting answers and wouldn’t accept deflection. Maybe it was the Alpha authority. Maybe it was just exhaustion making me willing to spill everything to a stranger who has shown more kindness and support than my husband in the past fourteen months.

I held up the papers. “These are mate bond dissolution documents. Divorce papers, basically. I’ve been trying to get Matthew to sign them for days, and he finally di which is something that I should be happy for, I know but the fact was. That he signed it, without bothering to read them, because he was too busy rushing off to save Mia from some imaginary threat.”

“Mia.” Rivera’s voice was flat. “The woman that has nben clinging onto the alpha for months, and making post about her bucket list. Are you talking about that woman?”

“The one and only.” I laughed, but it came out broken and harsh as I swiped the tears that foolishly slid down my face as I continued speaking, unable to stop speaking.

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“She called while he was here, with my four–year–old son in the background. Theo was asking her to be his new mommy because apparently, I’m too bossy and I work too much and I’m never there for him.”

The words tasted like ash in my mouth. I’d heard my son say them myself, there was no coming back from that, I had been worried about how this divorce may affect Theo, but it seemed like I had been worrying for nothing. Theo had always chosen his home, and its not me.

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“And your husband’s response was to agree with a four–year–old’s assessment?” Rivera’s jaw tightened briefly, a tick in the muscle, moving as he gritted his teeth.

“To call you manipulative and leave you here alone?”

“Pretty much.” I folded the papers carefully, like they were my gold ticket out of this hellish hole.

“But it doesn’t matter anymore. The papers are signed. In thirty days, we’ll officially be divorced, the mate bond will be broken, and Matthew can have the life he actually wants.”

My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated myself for it. I’d promised I wouldn’t cry anymore. Wouldn’t waste tears on a man who’d chosen someone else, or on a son who chose another person over his biological mum.

Rivera was quiet for a long moment, studying me with those intense dark eyes. Then he moved to the chair beside my bed and started unpacking the food, I could see the soup, sandwiches, fruit, that he had gotten for me.

“Eat first,” he said. “Then call whoever needs to know about those papers. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”

He was right. I picked up my phone and dialed Marcus, my hands were no longer shaking now that the decision. was made, now that there was no going back.

“Luna?” Marcus answered on the second ring, his voice was filled with both concern and worry as he spoke. “I heard you collapsed. While working. Are you alright?”

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