Lorenzo's words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have.
"Give me a son, Sarah..." With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative.
After eighteen months of the same, Sarah had finally accepted that it would never change.
It wasn't an abrupt realization.
No, it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time he'd said them. But Sarah had her own five words.
They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long before now.
They were words that she could no longer swallow; no matter how much it hurt her to say them.
She sat up, naked, her body still trembling, and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees, and watched as Lorenzo's breathing steadied and his own shaking subsided.
He lay spread-eagled, magnificently nude, his eyes shut, but Sarah knew that he wasn't asleep. As usual he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where Sarah always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and touch from his bronzed skin.
Sarah could no longer contain the words, and they spilled from her lips in desperate earnestness.
"I want a divorce,Lorenzo."
Lorenzo tensed. Every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring before he turned his head to meet her stare.
His eyes were hooded, and his upper lip curled mockingly.
"But I thought you loved me,Sarah," he taunted with exquisite cruelty, and Sarah closed her eyes, trying to mask the pain that his words caused.
When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she opened her eyes. "Not anymore."
She hoped the lie sounded convincing. "Hmmm....."Lorenzo purred.
"What happened to I'll love you forever, Alpha'?"
"Things change," she whispered.
"What things?" Lorenzo rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand.
He looked so much like a Roman gladiator in repose that his throat went dry with desire. Sarah swallowed painfully.
"F-feelings change..." she stuttered.
Again Sarah gave that husky purr of agreement, but Lorenzo wasn't fooled by her relaxed posture; she was as tense as a coiled snake.
"I...I've changed..." Sarah said
"You look no different," Lorenzo replied, his voice still terrifyingly tender. "Still the same omega I married. The one who claimed to love me so much she couldn't live without me. The one whose daddy made sure she got exactly what she wanted..."
And that was when Lorenzo struck, without moving, without so much as changing his voice.
"The same timid little omega who can't even give me the only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for a marriage, which is an heir."
Sarah flinched but she refused to divert her eyes. ''All the more reason for a divorce'' Sarah tried for blasé but failed miserably.
"Maybe for you." Lorenzo shrugged. "But I told you from the very beginning, cara, there would be no easy way out of this marriage. Not until I got what I wanted from you, and that day looks to be a long way off. Unfortunately, cliché though it may seem, you've made this bed and now we both have to lie in it!"
"I can't live like this anymore." Sarah buried her face in her knees and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"Neither of us has much choice..." The alpha sat up and stretched languidly before getting up to walk to the en-suite bathroom.
Sarah heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to compose herself before swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of her hands.
She dragged on a gauzy peignoir and headed toward the kitchen to fix a drink of hot milk and honey.
It was a concoction her mother used to make for her when he was a little girl, and she hoped that the comforting beverage would soothe her ragged nerves.
The familiar task of preparing the drink calmed her down significantly, and she had just eased onto a bar stool and taken her first sip when she felt the alpha's presence behind her. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end, and her hands started shaking again.
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