Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

After I allowed myself some time to cry, I decided to not shed any more tears on the matter. Instead, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the contact list until I found the person I was looking for. I pressed the phone to my cheek and waited with bated breath.

"Hey, what's up?" The voice on the other end of the line asked.

A relieved smile twitched at the corner of my lips.

"Hey. Want to hang out?"

***

"Holy Moon Goddess! This dress was made for you!!" Rebecca cooed as I stepped out of the dressing room.

I frowned at the little black dress I wore; it was shorter than what I was used to and it really brought out my cleavage.

"You don't think it makes me look like a hussy?" I asked her.

"Of course not," she said, shaking her head. "You look gorgeous, Silver."

I smiled at my best friend; I was glad I called her. She was the exact person I needed to get my mind off things. I hadn't told her what was wrong yet, but I knew she could hear something in my voice when we talked earlier.

We decided to not speak about it just yet and go shopping in the city. Between the two of us, we spent way too much money on clothing neither of us needed. But there was nothing wrong with a little shopping therapy. Especially considering Elliot gave me a black card without a limit and told me to use it to my heart's content. I felt strange using his money for my own shopping splurge, but I was heartbroken, and it was his fault. The least he could do was buy me new clothes.

We went to a nice restaurant in the harbor and sat outside, looking out onto the beautiful water glistened by the afternoon sun.

The waiter brought us a couple of glasses of water and some white wine as ordered.

"So, tell me what happened," Rebecca said as she shoved a piece of buttered bread in her mouth. "You sounded upset on the phone earlier. I was worried about you."

I took a sip of my wine and nodded, feeling that heavy feeling weighing on my chest once again. The memory of what Elliot had said this morning haunted my mind and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from bursting out into tears again.

"Did you and Alpha Elliot have a fight?" She asked.

I shook my head and sighed.

"No, not really," I told her. "I overheard something he said to someone, and it hurt me."

Her eyes grew wide.

I opened my mouth to tell her what I had heard, but the waiter returned with our meals. We thanked him before he left and then we started eating.

"What did he say?" She asked as she bit a piece of chicken from her salad.

"He was talking to Shirley Darknight in his office," I told her as I put a piece of pasta in my mouth. The food was delicious and made me feel a little lighter.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"She was asking him why he hasn't left me and he told her he can't divorce me yet."

She nearly choked on her food after I said that.

"Yet?" She asked. "He said 'yet?""

I nodded; I wasn't able to meet her eyes.

"So, he's planning on divorcing you someday?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took another sip of my wine.

"That's what it sounded like," I murmured.

"That jerk," she said, her brows furrowed together. "How could he say such a thing?"

"It must be true if he's saying it behind my back," I murmured. "This marriage had always been for convenience. We both knew this. I shouldn't be surprised that he was saying that to Shirley."

"It doesn't make it right!" Rebecca said, shaking her head. "He needs to pay for what he said."

I raised my brows at my friend, not sure what she meant by that.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, worry starting to fill me.

I could tell the wheels were turning in her mind and it worried me when Rebecca got like that.

A mischief look crossed her face and she smirked at me as she bit into her salad. Then, she leaned back in her seat and met my eyes.

"I'm saying, we need to get revenge on your darling husband."