e's

obligation. Besides, my wife, my Luna, wasn't my mate; my real mate came when I thought everything was finally settled. My mother

up to trap me into sleeping with her. Even though I disagreed, I eventually married her after we discovered she was pregnant, in

y women lacked, but that was exactly the problem-

le I hadn't been able to sleep at all. "Are you still thinking about M

of Mirielle. What I have and earned from my business is en

her father ended up cheating on her mother. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Her mother didn't know how

oblem if she couldn't accept Bella as my mate and wife, or vice versa. I

r lips tenderly. I adored her, and I didn't care what happened to Mo

as running out of patience, but the divorce process was not easy. There were many things we had to

ionship to stay the way it is, I don't mind. After a

be an afterthought. I couldn't stand another day of marriage to Moira.

lawyer and asked him to handle everything- to send the div

paperwork and send it to Moira and me, a

column already signed by her, while other pages required my signature. I put tho

ecision. I didn't have to

*

was nowhere to be found in the room, and even the maid hadn't seen her.

ut how to tell Mirielle about our divorce. If

y daughter to come in and tell me what she wanted. It seemed important, and although I was to

complicated and confusing question. "

t wait to call her Mommy. Aunt Bella's cooking is

hair, leaning closer and

married. But what if your mom disagrees? Of course, we will se

afternoon. That's why I asked. Mom didn't want t

me aback. So Moira h

ked anxiously, desperate for Mirielle to tell me everything that had happened while I was

f I liked Aunt Bella. I said I liked her very much. Her cooking, her beautiful face like a doll, h

the reason Moira finally decided to leave. Since the divorce papers had landed on my des

eant Bella and I could live the life we had always dreamed of, witho

be fated mates, and even if it required sacr

ook a pen, double-checked everything, and signed. Even though Moira wanted

n the envelope, and stored it in the nightstand drawer. Soon, everything would be processed and come to an end. Yet a strange feeling crep