Octavia's POV
When I arrived home, everywhere was as quiet as a graveyard. "Where is everyone?" I muttered to myself.
As I made my way to our room, I heard moans emanating from it. I quickly pressed my ear against the door. It was really coming from our matrimonial bed. I peeked through the narrow opening and instantly regretted it.
Jake was having intimate relations with Summer, and she was on top of him.
"Fuck, Octavia is so stupid," Jake laughed. "Can you believe she actually expects me to make her my luna when I have you here? I feel so good when I'm with you, nobody can make me feel this way except you."
Summer snorted. "She's delusional. I don't know how you put up with her for so long."
"If she wasn't so beautiful, I never would have given her any of my time," Jake scoffed.
I turned away, steadying myself. None of them deserved any drop of my tears.
I considered setting off the smoke alarm, but that would be too noticeable. I quickly tiptoed back and started shouting.
"Jake, I'm back! Is anyone home?" I called, walking past the door while pretending I hadn't seen anything, then went straight to the back door, giving them time to compose themselves.
When I returned, the room was empty and neatly arranged. I smirked bitterly and started arranging the papers in my bag.
There was no reason to waste more days here. Since I had the divorce papers, all I needed was his signature, and I'd be free.
After a few minutes, the door clicked open and Jake entered, pretending he hadn't been in this room moments ago.
"You're back?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes, some minutes ago."
"Summer wants to visit the hospital, so I'll quickly drop her off and come rest. It's been a long day," he said hurriedly.
"Oh, you want to finish what you were doing?" I said loud enough for him to hear, but he didn't understand.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"I'll see you soon then." He was about to leave when I called him.
"Before I forget," I said, collecting the documents from the bed, "the council held a meeting today, and I managed to stop by on my way to the hospital. We finalized everything. I signed some things, and they requested you sign these for documentation."
I gave him a pen and pointed to the signature spaces. Without glancing through the documents, he signed where I indicated and handed back the files.
"When did they say everything will be sorted out?" he asked.
"Once I return these documents, they'll confirm and we're good to go," I replied.
"I should go with it to submit immediately," he said impatiently, like he couldn't wait for confirmation.
"No, I w..." I was about to reject when Summer's voice interrupted.
"Jake, I need to leave now so we can get there on time!" Summer called.
"Summer wants to try your secret dish, so make her some and make me my favorite as well," he said, zooming off like a flash without waiting for my response.
He didn't even ask about my hospital visit or the outcome, despite mentioning it earlier.
When love is no longer there, I have to walk out the door without looking back.
Once I was sure they'd left the pack, I picked up the documents and proudly kept them in my bag. I dragged the box near the door outside to the backyard and burned each item to ashes in the fire pit.
I lay down on the bed and dozed off without realizing it. I couldn't wait to leave this failed marriage for good.
I woke up feeling hungry. I hadn't eaten all morning, and now it was almost dawn. I went to the kitchen to make something for myself.
I prepared my favorite lasagna with meat sauce and coleslaw. I was taking my last bite when Jake and his mistress walked in.
"Wow, everywhere smells so good. I can't wait to dig in," Summer said.
I remained quiet, enjoying my food.
Jake adjusted Summer's chair and instructed me to serve them, but I ignored him.
"Serve us what you made, Octavia," he said again, this time very loudly.
"I didn't make anything for you. Anyone who's hungry can enter the kitchen and make something themselves," I stated.
"What do you mean?" He rose and banged his fist on the table.
"Jake, please don't get angry with her. I don't like you guys quarreling when I'm here. Maybe I'll just make something quick for us," Summer wailed fakely, walking close to Jake and grabbing his arm possessively.
"Why not let her do the cooking? She volunteered," I said.
"You low omega, how dare you challenge me?" he groaned and slapped me across the face.
"You're very ungrateful. I brought you up, and you dare go against my orders. You should be in the omega's quarters, warming my bed anytime I want." He took the coleslaw plate and smashed it on the floor beside me. Shards pierced into my leg.
I felt the pain but stayed expressionless. He dragged me by the back of my neck, and my feet finished the work when I stepped on the broken ceramic.
He pushed me into the kitchen. "You better make me food before I get back, ungrateful orphan."
"How cruel can you be, expecting a pregnant woman to cook? Are you this vicious?" he said, hanging his arm around Summer's shoulders.
"Come, let's grab something to eat."
I stayed muted, but immediately they left, I gasped as sharp pain shot from my leg and sole.
My eyes filled with fury and pain simultaneously. I moved gently to the table, grabbed my phone, took a photo of the piercing, and placed a call.
"Hey," the voice answered.
"If I waste any more minutes here, both the contract and your money will follow me to my grave," I said firmly.
I ended the call without hesitation and ordered a ride.
I'm going home, and this time I'm not looking back.
