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KILLIAN’S POV

“Wow, everywhere is tense. Did I miss something?”

bMr. /bDavid, mywyer, walked in with that ridiculous smile he always wore when he was about to drop a bomb. But I wasn’t

in the mood for any jokes or pleasantries, as if my patience had beenpletely wrung out. I just wanted to get this over with, get her out of my life, and go back to my baby.

Cynthia turned toward him, frowning.

w thete What’s going on?b” /b

Mr. David ignored her toneb, /bsat down quite slowly like he had all the time in the world, opened his briefcase, and pulled out a

neat stack of papers. He slid them across the table, then looked at me. I gave him a nod.

When Cynthia saw the first page, she froze. Her body stiffened as if something had crawled down her spine. She stood up abruptly, eyes darting between me and the papers.

“What the hell is this?b” /b

“Sit,” I said, my voice low and sharp.

“No. I’m not sitting. Killian, what is this?b” /b

Mr. David’s smile widened, and he turned to Cynthia. “Divorce papers.”

The second those words hit her ears, her entire face changed. The color drained from her skin, and she stood up so fast her

chair screeched across the floor.

“What?!b” /b

“Sign it,” I said, my voice low bbut /bfirm.

David ced a pen beside the papers. b“/bIt’s all there. Everything has been properly documented. All you need to do is sign.”

b“/bbNo/b,i” /ishe said, shaking her head violently. b“/bNo, I won’t sign it. You can’t make me sign it. Never.”

I leaned quite back in my chair and chuckled under my breath. “bI /bknew you wouldn’t agree to that. Which is exactly why there’s another optionb./bb” /b

I turned to David. “Did byou /bbring themb?/bb” /b

David bnodded/b, adjusting his tie before turning to the security guard at the door. b“/bbYou /bcan let them in bnow/b.”

The door opened, and in walked Cynthia’s married human mate… and his wifeb. /b

The moment Cynthia saw themb, /bshe bfroze/b. bHer /bbeyes /bwidened while making no move to respond, her mouth opened slightly, and she stumbled back like she’d just seen a ghost.

David stood, his voice now cold and sharp. b“/bCynthia Stone, you are being given two clear options today. These individuals are prepared to file awsuit against byou/bb, /band I assure byou/bb, /bthe charges will be taken very seriously in both human and

werewolf court.”

Cynthia was trembling, visibly shaken.

David continued, his tone even more brutal. b“/bCount one: brape/b. bYou /bseduced and drugged a married man bagainst /bhis will.”

The bman’s /bwife flinched and looked awayb, /btears in her eyes.

i“/iCount two recording sexually explicit content without the subject’s knowledge or consent. You filmed the encounter and shared the footage with his pregnant wife.”

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“No… I didn’t-” Cynthia started to stammer, but David raised a hand.

“Count three: attempted murder. You orchestrated a car crash intending to kill the same pregnant woman and her unborn

childb./bb” /b

“That’s a lie!”

b“/bYou can deny it all you want,” David replied smoothly, “but there’s evidence. Witness statements. Surveince footage. And

the victims are more than willing to press charges. If I take this case, and believe me, I will–I will make it my life’s mission to ensure you spend the rest of yours rotting behind bars.”

She was shaking now. Visibly shaking. Her knees buckled slightly, and tears began streaming down her cheeks.

“Or,” David said with a shrug, b“/byou can sign the divorce papers. Quietly. Now.”

Cynthia’s fingers trembled as she slowly reached for the pen. Her tears flowed freely now, her breathing uneven as she held

it shakily over the paper.

b“/bbNo /bone’s forcing you,” I said, my voice emotionless. “You can refuse to sign it, and spend the rest of your life behind bars. It’s

your choice reallyb./b”

She looked at me while her eyes were pleading. I stared back without a single ounce of pity.

With a broken sob, she leaned down and signed her name. Her signature was barely legible with how badly her hand was

shaking.

David took the papers back immediately, ced them into his briefcase, and snapped it shut.

Cynthia was still crying when she turned to me.

“This isn’t the end, Killian,” she said through clenched teeth, her voice shaky but full of venom. “You think byou’ve /bwon, but

this… this is not the end.”

She turned and ran out of the room before anyone could say another word.

“Good riddance.”

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