Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

Silver's POV

I never thought that at a young age, I would be requesting a divorce from my husband. I had to explain to Marco that this was a contract marriage and he asked for a copy of the contract to see if there was any clause that prevented me from divorcing him.

Luckily, Elliot hadn't thought about me leaving him and there wasn't anything listed that said anything about it. It only listed what each of us would get out of this agreement. Once he went through the contract, he pulled out his computer from his briefcase and started on the divorce agreement. My heart was in shambles the entire time and I could hardly even lift my head to look at either of them. "What do you want from this divorce?" Marco asked, his eyes never leaving his computer.

"Peace," I told him, almost sleepily.

He smirked and finally glanced up to look at me.

"I meant money," he said. "How much money and what materials do you want? Do you want a house? Maybe a boat? Both? You could get a nice chunk of land and maybe half his assets. Obviously, you'll get to keep everything he's ever bought you and-" "I don't want anything," I blurted, mortified that he even thought that I would.

Marco raised his brows, confused.

"What?" He asked, clearly shocked.

"I don't want any of his things or his money. I want to leave with the clothes I had when I got here and with nothing else,' I told him with finality.

He glanced at his cousin who only shrugged one shoulder.

"I tried to tell her earlier that she could get a lot out of this divorce," Rebecca chimed in. "But she was adamant about not wanting anything." Marco shook his head and laughed under his breath as he continued with the agreement.

"Shortest agreement ever," he muttered. "He's filthy rich; you should be getting something out of this."

"A life lesson," I muttered in return.

Rebecca chuckled and hugged me from the side, resting her head on my shoulder, she sighed.

"It's going to be okay, girl," she breathed. "I'm here and I'm not letting you get hurt like this again."

Tears formed in my eyes as I

thought about Elliot. Once, he had told me that he would tell me when he wanted to divorce. It was only a matter of time before he did. However, he also told me he'd tell me if he found his fated mate, and he had yet to do that. How long had he known that Shirley was his mate? Why hadn't he just told me the truth; I would have stepped away from him. I wouldn't have been sitting here and waiting for him like an idiot

for all these weeks.

I had money from my job at the gallery to get my own place and make a comfortable life for myself. I could find a nice apartment and settle in within a month. But the thought of leaving Elliot still left me feeling uncomfortable.

Would he be upset when he returned to see that I was no longer here? J

Marco's portable printer came to life and soon, it was printing the divorce agreements. It stated that I was leaving with nothing per my wishes and this marriage would end on the given date. All I had to do was sign along the dotted line and file it at the courthouse and it would be all set.

"And if we refuse to sign the papers, we can sue him," Marco explained, bringing me back to the present moment. I blinked at the tears that were in my eyes.

"What?" I asked him, my voice breathing.

"We can sue him for a divorce. It won't be easy because he comes from money, and he has

connection's. But they force you to stay in this marriage Silver. The only way you would be stuck with him is if you were marked by him. Seeming you are unmarked; you can get away and start a new life away from him.

"He'll sign the papers," I said, biting my lower lip. "He has to if he wants to mate and marry Shirley."Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Marco gave me a sympathetic look.

"All you need to do is sign along the dotted line," he said, pointing at the second page where the signature should go. Beneath my signature line would be where Elliot needed to sign.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the

pen from him didn't realize how badly my hands were shaking until I went to sign along the line. This was harder than I thought; with each new step towards this divorce, my heart cracked a little more. My lower lip started to tremble, and tears blurred my vision. I hated myself for being this weak; I hated that I couldn't

keep myself together even for a little

bit.

My heart hurt so badly that I wanted to curl up in a ball and just cry my eyes out. Rebecca wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her. She rubbed my back with the palm of my hand, trying to soothe me and provide me with some sort of warmth. I was shivering like I was freezing.

I felt so empty at this moment, and I finally allowed a sob to escape my lips. My marriage was ending, my heart had been detonated, and the man I thought I was falling in love with was mating another woman.