Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Elliot's POV

"Why is my head chef crying, Marco?" I asked, ignoring his request to sit down.

"Because you chased her away!" Mariah sobbed. "How could you hurt her like this? She was so sweet, and she did nothing wrong."

My blood went cold from her words. What was Mariah talking about? Chased who away. I looked around the room and I felt a chill creep up my spine. She couldn't be talking about Silver, could she? Panic consumed my chest, and I was finding it difficult to breathe.

"Marco," I said, my tone warning. He better start talking and he better start talking now.

I've known Marco since we were young and though we don't talk as often as we used to, he still knew me well enough to know that I'm not very patient and that he had better start talking quickly.

He sighed and ran his hands through his messy hair. That was another thing about Marco, he didn't like to dress up even though he was a lawyer. He never puts gel in his hair, and he'll wear jeans more often than not. His shirt was always half unbuttoned, showing his pecks, which he says is for the ladies. Since his divorce, he's gotten around. He doesn't just date women in his pack, but others as well.

"Look, Man. I'm saying this as your friend, you fucked up," he said, looking up at me from the couch.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked through my teeth, my patience running out completely.

He grabbed a set of papers that I hadn't noticed on the coffee table and handed them to me. The papers were upside down in his outstretched hands and I stared at them like they were on fire or something.

"I don't know exactly what's going on between you and Shirley, but your wife seems to think it's more than you're saying. So much so she wants to walk away, Elliot," Marco said.

My hands pathetically shook as I grabbed the papers from him and flipped them over. Before I glanced down at the words, I knew were going to destroy my life, I met Mariah's eyes. She had never looked at me as coldly as she was at that moment. Mariah had been my family chef for as long as I could remember; she is pretty much a part of my family and isn't afraid to slap me across the head and call me an idiot.

It was no secret that she had gotten close to Silver over the months we'd been married, and Silver had gotten close to her as well. I knew the look she was giving me right now was on Silver's behalf and my heart cracked at the thought.

I finally spared the papers a look and just as I thought, my entire world fell apart.

I nearly dropped the papers as if they scorned me.

I stared at the big bold words, disbelieving what I was reading.

Divorce Agreement.

Silver had filed for a divorce?

Why?

"Where is she?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"She packed up and left," Mariah spoke as coldly as she looked. "She didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, so she gave me a hug, grabbed her suitcase, and took off with her friend."

"What friend?" I asked, glad that my voice was shaking like I knew my body was.

"My cousin Rebecca," Marco answered.

I knew Rebecca was Silver's best friend, I didn't realize she was also Marco's cousin though. That was interesting news but also unimportant right now.

"Did she say why?" I asked, feeling numb.

"You spent more time with Shirley than you did with her," Mariah said, folding her arms across her chest. "She felt neglected, Alpha."

"Shirley had been helping me figure out these rogue attacks," I said, fury bubbling inside of me. "That was all. You know I've been working closely with the nearby Alphas."

"We know that you've been held up in your office all night and nearly every night," she shot back. "Do you have any idea how that made your wife feel?"

She was only my contracted wife; we had an agreement. That was all... wasn't it?

No. Of course that wasn't all. I was stupid and I took her for granted; now she wanted to leave. Silver was leaving me.

"Was it true?" Marco asked, breaking

the silence that fell between us. I looked at him, my vision turning red with anger. I knew I shouldn't be angry with Marco because he was only doing his job as a lawyer. But I couldn't help but hate him; he was the one who drew up these stupid divorce papers. He was representing Silver and because of that, I hated him with every burning passion inside of me.

"Is what true?" asked through my teeth, trying desperately to not claw his eyes out. My wolf was furious at the situation and desperate to break free from me. He wanted to go out there and find Silver more than he wanted his next breath. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.