The Genius Designer Escapes Her Alpha

DAVINA'S POV:

I paid the hospital, watched them wheel Emmett into the operating room, and then drove like a maniac back to the Montgomery estate.

I marched straight into the palatial walk-in closet. Everything in here was bought by Corbin. The limited-edition designer bags, the diamond jewelry, the racks of haute couture, and those damn silk scarves he brought back from business trips—the exact same ones he gave to Collette's dog.

Right now, looking at this mausoleum of wealth, all I felt was a piercing, razor-sharp irony. Perfect.

I pulled out my phone, didn't hesitate for a single second, and started a live broadcast on a new account I named 'The Luna's Ledger'. The title of the stream was pure, unadulterated mockery: [Ex-Husband's Pity Gifts - Clearance Sale. Everything Must Go.]

I grabbed a Himalayan Birkin bag worth three hundred thousand dollars, shoved it right up to the camera, my voice clear but raspy from crying. "Welcome, everyone! Brand new, authenticity guaranteed! Why am I selling it?"

I paused and offered the camera a smile—a smile that was breathtakingly broken yet utterly defiant. "Because while I stay home serving my Alpha King husband, taking the infertility herbs he forces down my throat, he's out buying a mansion for his mistress. So, ladies, I'm passing this massive 'blessing' onto you. Who wants it?"

The moment the stream went live, hundreds of pack members and socialites flooded in. After a few seconds of dead silence, the chat absolutely exploded!

"Holy shit! Is that the Luna?! She's exposing the King!" "That bag! You can't even get that on a waitlist! Thirty grand?! Are you crazy? I'LL TAKE IT!" "Luna, don't cry! Leave that cheating bastard! We support you!"

The comments scrolled so fast they blurred. The viewer count skyrocketed from hundreds to tens of thousands, rushing toward the hundred-thousand mark.

Exhaustion vanished, replaced by a frantic, almost manic energy. I turned into the most ruthlessly efficient salesperson. I didn't even look at the climbing revenue. I just mechanically, precisely held up the clothes, the shoes, the jewelry... every single thing he had ever given me. I slapped a humiliatingly low price tag on them and tossed them into the 'sold' pile.

It wasn't just a sale; it was a public execution of my marriage.

Just as the system alerted me that sales had surpassed half a million dollars, a single anonymous buyer purchased every remaining link in the store.

The adrenaline crashed. My fingers trembled as I ended the stream. I immediately transferred two hundred thousand back to Chloe. The rest was my capital for a new life.

By the time I finished packing the items for overnight shipping, the sky outside was turning a pale, cold gray. I called Martha; Emmett's surgery was successful, and he was stable.

The tension that had held me together all night snapped. I was bone-tired. I dragged myself to the bedroom and had just sat on the edge of the mattress when—

BANG!

The heavy oak bedroom door was kicked open with enough force to crack the frame. Corbin stormed in.

He was still wearing yesterday's bespoke suit, but it was wrinkled. His tie was ripped loose, his hair was a mess, and his silver-gray eyes were practically bleeding with rage. It was obvious he had seen the stream and sped all the way back. And underneath his anger, I could smell it. The faint, sweet scent of Collette's perfume clinging to his collar.

Looking at this furious, supposedly untouchable Alpha King, I didn't feel a single ounce of fear. Instead, a twisted thrill of vengeance coiled in my stomach.

I slowly stood up, casually sweeping a strand of hair behind my ear, before finally meeting his lethal gaze. I smiled.

"Are you done being a lunatic?!" His voice was a guttural snarl, squeezed through clenched teeth. His oppressive Alpha aura flooded the room, meant to force me to my knees.

But my inner wolf was dead. You can't suppress something that no longer cares.

"A lunatic?" I tilted my head, my smile never wavering. "Compared to you, Corbin, I'm perfectly sane."

I took a step toward him, my voice light, floating like a feather, but every word was a poisoned dagger. "After all, I'm not the one who sleeps with my mate, forces her to drink wolfsbane, and then runs off to play house with my first love in the same night."

"You—" Corbin's face turned a violent shade of ashen gray. He stepped forward, raising a hand.

I didn't give him the chance to explode. I turned, my bare feet silent against the freezing marble floor. The cold shot up my legs, making my mind sharper, clearer than it had been in three years.

I walked over to the vanity and picked up the polished wooden box—the one that held the wolfsbane herbs he forced on me after every intimacy. I walked right back to him and slammed it directly against his chest.

Smack.

The box clattered to the floor, the bitter-smelling pouches scattering across the marble between us.

I raised my chin. The eyes that used to look at him with nothing but desperate adoration were now hollow and freezing.

I slowly slid the diamond wedding band off my finger, letting it drop onto the pile of herbs with a sharp, dismissive clink.

I spoke each word with crystal clarity. "Everything you've ever given me, I've already sold. Keep the change. As for this marriage? I quit."