After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

I was born an Omega with no recognized bloodline, but the Moon Goddess chose me as Dorian Carlisle's fated mate-the future Alpha and heir to one of the most powerful Packs on the West Coast. That should have made me his Luna. Instead, I became the unwanted wife he refused to acknowledge. Dorian stayed away for months. When he finally returned, he brought nothing home but coldness and contempt. He mocked the injured stray I sheltered, humiliated me in front of his family, and said any pups I gave him would be nothing but "strays." His mother was even crueler. She summoned me to the Carlisle Estate, pushed a Rejection agreement across the table, and offered me a trust fund to disappear quietly. They thought I would cry, sign, and leave with my head bowed. They forgot one thing. Years ago, the Carlisle Pack was the one that came begging for this bond. So I stopped begging Dorian to love me. I hired a lawyer, set my own terms, and decided to reject him first. I was done being the unwanted Omega in his home. I would take back my career, my freedom, and the future his family said I did not deserve. But the moment I truly walked away, Dorian changed. The ruthless Alpha who once treated me like a burden began searching for me everywhere. He tried to stop the divorce, drove away every man who came near me, and begged for one more chance. Too bad. He cast me aside first. Now he can beg.

On the eve of our claiming ceremony, I returned to our apartment to grab my forgotten phone. Afterwards, I was supposed to become Julian Sinclair's Luna. Instead, I opened the bedroom door to find him naked, tangled in the sheets with my best friend, Jenna. I fled to a bar to drown my shattered heart, only to run into Cain Sinclair-Julian's terrifying half-brother, the Alpha known as The Executioner. The moment his scent hit me, the inescapable pull of the mate bond snapped into place. He took me to his penthouse, claimed me, and forced me into a contract. He even moved into my apartment, controlling my food, destroying my photos, and turning my safe haven into a suffocating cage. When I desperately tried to sneak out with a packed bag, he caught me at the door, threw me over his shoulder, and brutally branded my neck, declaring I belonged to him from the inside out. I was completely trapped, suffocating under the weight of a monster far more dangerous than the fiancé who had betrayed me. Why did the Moon Goddess curse me with the devil himself? Then my phone buzzed with a photo from Cain: Julian, beaten to an unrecognizable, bloody pulp in an alley. Staring at the screen, a cold resolve finally replaced my fear; if I was caged by a monster, I would use his fangs to tear Jenna and Julian apart at tomorrow's ceremony.

My family's empire went bankrupt overnight, and my father was dying in the ICU. To save him, I had to walk into the penthouse of Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Gerard Boyle, and beg for a bailout. But Gerard didn't just want my company's shares as collateral. He demanded I take off my engagement ring and sign a suffocating prenuptial agreement to become his society wife. Meanwhile, my fiancé of three years, Jerrad, vanished the second our stock plummeted. When he finally showed up as my family estate was being foreclosed, it wasn't to save me. "All you need to do is sign over your voting rights to me." He wanted to steal my father's legacy for pennies on the dollar while playing the white knight. When I publicly exposed his betrayal and threw the diamond ring at his chest, he threatened to ruin me. I lost everything, even having to abandon my lifelong Juilliard fellowship to find cheap corporate gigs just to survive. I thought selling my freedom into a terrifying, cold marriage with Gerard would at least guarantee my father's survival. But then the doctor delivered a crushing blow: my father needed a sudden half-million-dollar experimental surgery to live. It was a massive out-of-pocket cost completely excluded from Gerard's ironclad contract. Why was I being pushed into a corner with absolutely no way out? Looking at my frail father through the ICU glass, I knew that begging my new billionaire husband for this money meant surrendering my soul entirely. I wiped my tears, turned my back on the ward, and silently vowed to raise the money myself, even if it killed me.

I was trapped in a greasy diner by my own mother. She was forcing me to marry my abusive cousin because he had paid her twenty thousand dollars. To escape, I used a contract marriage app and begged a complete stranger to marry me at City Hall that very day. Ethan drove a cheap Ford and wore a plain suit. I thought he was just an ordinary guy needing a fake wife. When my mother found out, she brought thugs to destroy my flower shop—my only home and livelihood. To protect Ethan from her endless extortion, I shielded him and screamed that he was bankrupt and drowning in credit card debt. My mother fled in disgust, and Ethan took me into his apartment for the night. But out of trauma and habit, I locked my bedroom door, muttering that he must be old and desperate. He stormed out into the freezing night, leaving me terrified that I had ruined my only lifeline. I didn't understand why he was so furiously offended, completely unaware that my "broke" husband was actually the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and I had just trampled his massive ego. The next morning, his face was a mask of ice as he dragged me back to City Hall to annul the marriage and get rid of me. "Annulment. Now," he demanded. But the clerk just popped her gum and slid a pink paper across the counter. "State law changed. Mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period."

Rory stood on the witness stand, forced by her father into an impossible choice: secure her dying mother's medical funding, or save her innocent boyfriend. She looked Corbin right in his trusting eyes and lied to the court, testifying that he was the one driving the car during the fatal hit-and-run, sending him to a maximum-security prison for ten years. The betrayal destroyed him. Corbin's father died of a heart attack upon hearing the guilty verdict. Six years later, Corbin returned as a ruthless billionaire and systematically blacklisted Rory from every job in the city. He cornered her into singing at his private club, humiliating her by forcing her to drink scotch—knowing she was severely allergic—and making her throw away his promise ring just to earn a stack of cash. "Remember this moment. This is only the beginning." She endured his cruel revenge because she was hiding a desperate secret: she was raising his five-year-old daughter, Willa. But when Willa's congenital heart defect suddenly worsened, requiring an impossible one-million-dollar surgery, Rory realized Corbin's calculated blockade had left her completely trapped with no way to save their child. Staring at the sterile hospital walls, the last shred of her guilt burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had destroyed her career and backed her into a corner, but he was the only one with the money. Wiping her tears, Rory turned and headed straight for Vance Tower.

I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery. But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets. At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir. He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction. When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt. "Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree. He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit. Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying. I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions. Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper? But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died. With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim. I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.