Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Sweet Revenge
Elara
I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d been run over by a truck.
My whole body ached. My thighs, my back, even my damn wrists.
Dominic had kept me up way too late.
I felt the bed shift behind me. He was awake.
I quickly turned onto my side, facing away from him. I buried myself deeper into the blankets. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, he’d leave me alone.
No such luck.
Warm breath ghosted across the back of my neck. "You’re awake," Dominic said, his voice still rough with sleep. "It’s Saturday. Want to get up?"
I pulled the blanket over my head and scooted away from him. "You get up. I need more sleep."
"Alright." There was a pause, then his hand slid over my hip. "Want me to massage your waist? I know it must be sore."
My leg shot out backward, kicking at him. "Shut up!"
His low chuckle rumbled through the mattress. "Easy, sweetheart. I was just being considerate."
Heat flooded my cheeks. [That bastard.]
I felt him get out of bed. Only after I heard him leave the room did I finally relax and open my eyes.
My phone was on the nightstand. I grabbed it, squinting at the screen.
Several messages from Hannah lit up the display.
[Elara, did Alpha Zack send you flowers yesterday?]
[Hello? I got back late last night and found this huge bouquet of pink roses in the trash outside our building. When I mentioned it to Alpha Zack this morning, his face went completely dark and he stormed out. Later I checked and someone had torn the flowers to shreds.]
[Was that you?]
[Wow, you’re sleeping in late today.]
I stared at the messages. My mind was catching up.
So that’s what Dominic had done with the flowers. He’d had someone drive them over and dump them right outside Alpha Zack ’s door.
I remembered what he’d said last night. He was a possessive man.
A smile tugged at my lips despite myself.
Author
Alpha Zack had been drinking since last night. He didn’t stumble home until early morning.
Hannah was waiting for him in the living room. Her arms were crossed, looking far too smug.
"Uncle Zack," she said sweetly, "weren’t you supposed to go to the courthouse this afternoon to finalize the divorce with Selina? Getting cold feet?"
His jaw clenched. "Don’t start with me, Hannah. I said I’d do it, and I will."
He showered quickly and collapsed into bed for three hours. Then he forced himself up again.
By the time he got to the courthouse, his mood was already sour. He sat in that sterile waiting room for over an hour. No sign of Selina. It made everything worse.
Finally, he snapped and dialed her number.
"You have thirty minutes to get here," he said coldly. "If you don’t show up, I’m pulling all of my pack’s business partnerships with your father tomorrow."
There was a long silence on the other end. Then Selina’s voice, small and broken: "Zack... are you really this heartless?"
"I have work this afternoon. Let’s not waste time."
He heard her soft sob before she hung up.
Twenty minutes later, she appeared. Her eyes were red, her face pale. She looked like she’d been crying the entire drive over.
They went through the motions. Filling out forms, signing papers. The clerk explained the mandatory waiting period before the divorce would be finalized.
"I’ll pick you up when it’s time to complete the process," Alpha Zack said flatly as they left the building. "Don’t forget."
Selina reached for his arm, her fingers shaking. "Zack... can we at least have lunch together? I haven’t eaten all day."
He pulled away from her touch like she’d burned him. "Take a cab. I’m not hungry, and I have to get back to the office."
Selina stood there long after Alpha Zack ’s car disappeared.
Her phone buzzed. Her father.
"Three lawsuits were delivered to the house today," Alpha Enzo said, his voice tight. "Come home. Now."
Her stomach dropped.
The girls she’d bullied had already filed charges.
"I’m on my way," she whispered.
As she walked to her car, all she could think about was Elara.
This was her fault. All of it.
Elara had destroyed her life, piece by piece.
Selina hated her so much she could barely breathe.
--
When Alpha Zack returned to his office that afternoon, he noticed something strange.
The building across the street had a massive digital billboard. One of those floor-to-ceiling displays that dominated the skyline.
And it was playing a commercial.
A man stood in a dimly lit room, his face twisted in rage as he shouted at a woman. The tagline flashed across the screen in bold letters:
"BETRAYED? WE UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN. Call Now for Confidential Marriage Counseling."
Alpha Zack ’s eye twitched.
He grabbed his phone and dialed his secretary. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh, uh..." She sounded flustered. "It’s an ad for some kind of therapy service. They must’ve just started running it today. Do you want me to contact them and ask them to change the time slot? Or... should I close the blinds?"
"Get them to pull the ad. Now."
"Yes, Alpha Zack."
--
At that exact moment, Alpha Dominic was standing in his own office, watching the same billboard through the window.
His assistant stood beside him, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Find out what other ad spaces are available around his building," Alpha Dominic said calmly. "Buy them all. Run the same kind of ads. Cheating spouses, trust issues, anger management. Whatever fits."
His assistan blinked. "All of them, Alpha King?"
"All of them."
"Understood."
As the assistan left, Alpha Dominic leaned back in his chair. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.
[Petty? Maybe.
But damn, it felt good.]
