“He killed them because they were a threat to his organization and a threat to his leadership.”
“You know that isn’t true.”
“All I know, Sebastian,” I level him with a glare, “Is that Malakai only cares about his needs. It’s how I ended up here in the first place.”
“You’re as stubborn as he is,” He grumbles.
“Him and I are nothing alike.” I snap.
“You’re right,” he huffs impatiently, “You’re not alike in anything but that damn stubbornness. No wonder you fought all the time in the beginning.”
I roll my eyes, “Is that all?”
“Just think about it,” He pleads, “Just think about seeing him.”
“No,” I answer immediately, “Tell him it’s over and if he has any respect for me, he’ll send me divorce papers, so we never have to see each other again.”
“I’m not telling him that.”
“Coward.”
“Olivia,” Sebastian warns.
“It’s over, Sebastian. Over.”
Chapter Sixty-four
“Divorce papers!?” I roar, the glass in my hand shattering against the wall, “She wants a divorce!?”
Fuck, it feels like I’m having a damn heart attack. I rub at my sternum as if it can help with the pain there, but nothing helps. No amount of alcohol numbs it, the gym doesn’t help, sparring with the guys just angers me more.
The only time it dulled to a bearable pain was when I ripped them all apart. I was frenzied when I killed Stefan, remembering the way her blood looked on my hands because of him. It wasn’t quick. I literally took him apart, piece by piece to the chorus of his screams. I made the other two watch.
But then it was over, and the pain began anew. I haven’t slept. I’ve barely eaten a thing.
She doesn’t want to see me and while she was in the hospital, I didn’t respect those wishes. I went every day to beg her to listen, but she never did. I tried to get her to come home with me and she refused. I would have dragged her regardless of her wishes if she wasn’t still recovering.
She doesn’t answer my calls. My texts.
She doesn’t talk to me at all.
And now she wants a divorce.
No. Absolutely fucking not.
It would have been impossible for me to give her one before but now I’ve changed all the rules for the organization, signed them off with the approval of the council that divorce is a possibility now. But still, she isn’t getting one from me and I’ll block every opportunity for her to get one.
We are not over.
She is mine.
My kitten. My little brat. My fucking wife.
“She’s hurting, Kai,” Sebastian says softly, Killian and Dean watching, “She doesn’t mean it.”
I scoff. She does. It’s Olivia, and if anything, that woman is honest to a fault. She thinks I wouldn’t choose her, but I would. I’d give it all up if that’s what she wanted.
That fucking stupid bet didn’t mean anything, I never would have taken the money and Sebastian knows that too. He never even brought it up again after the event because he knew then too. He knew Olivia was more to me.
