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Dylan’s pov

There were two things I hated right now, first was my life and what’s left of it and second was Cherry. Getting married to her was the biggest mistake of my life and I hated it.

I hated that I couldn’t live my life like I had always planned to or be with the one I actually wanted.

I didn’t understand why she thought it was a good idea to even try to pursue me in this helpless marriage, one that I was fighting hard to get out of.

All I wanted, truly was my mate Phoebe. Yes I did have a mate and yes I loved her more than anything. I found her a few months after I got married to Cherry. It was as thrilling as it was excruciating. I was glad that I found her but I couldn’t be with her in the ways that I wanted.

But ever since then we had been seeing each other and she was understanding of my predicament. She told me she would wait until after my divorce with Cherry on the condition that I never touch her to which I immediately agreed.

As I drove to her house, I could feel my anger fading away and I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms again. The mere thought of her always caused my heart to do a back flip and the only times I’ve ever smiled or laughed were around her.

I pulled up to her house and parked by the roadside before exiting the car. I walked to the front door in long strides, eager to be with her. Using my key, I unlocked the door quietly so as not to wake her up since it was late and she could be sleeping.

Now that I thought about it, I should have called her first, but then again I was too pissed to even remember anything at all.

As soon as I opened the door, I met with a strange smell and heard muffled sounds that got me suspicious. Instinctively I turned the light on.

Before me was my mate getting fucked by another male. They looked startled when the lights came on. Phoebe looked like she had seen a ghost and in that moment I wanted death to be the only thing she saw.

“It’s not what you think” Dylan, she started to say, pulling the sheets over her body like I hadn’t seen it a thousand times.

My eyes stayed glued to the man with her however, he looked mortified as he should. She was shaking like a leaf and I couldn’t hold in the growl that rumbled in my chest.

“You getting fucked from behind by another man is not what I think it is?” I asked, my voice nothing short of venomous. What did she take me for?

“Look I’m sorry okay, but you’re married and I can’t keep waiting for you to divorce your wife.”

I heard what she said but I was too focused on the bastard that made no attempt to escape knowing fully I could rip him apart.

Another growl, much fiercer this time rumbled and he bolted out the door. I was tempted to follow him and teach him a lesson. When he left, my eyes then landed on her.

“I told you to give me some time, you know how hard things are for me. Today’s the stupid anniversary and I left her to come here for you. I haven’t touched her in all these years, am I not doing enough? I just can’t divorce without being Alpha first, you wanted me to get the title first didn’t you?”

I didn’t even know why I was asking, but maybe because I was desperate for her. I didn’t want to go back home to a woman I didn’t love having lost the one that I did.

“Then what’s taking so long for you to get the title? I’m just so tired Dylan and how can I be sure that you’ve not slept with her?”

I couldn’t bear it any longer. If I had marked Cherry or slept with her Phoebe would have felt it. Phoebe might not have my mark either but we have had sex multiple times and bonded.

I turned around without so much as a glance at her and walked out. I rushed to my car, feeling my chest tighten from pain. I could hear the sound of something breaking, my heart.

I gripped the stirring wheel and banged on it a few times. I then turned the ignition and set the car to drive and headed for the nearest bar.

I hated the feeling of being heartbroken and I wanted to numb everything. I just wanted not to feel anything all.

I parked my car and made it inside the bar. I had the bartender arrange about twelve glasses of shots for me, and in less than a minute, I had finished the whole thing and was requesting for more. Twelve shots didn’t just cut it because I could still feel my heart aching.

And it was all her fault, it was Cherry’s fault for trapping me in this freaking marriage. 

After some time, I started to get dizzy and my words slurred barely making a full sentence.

“Time for you to go mate.” The bartender said “I checked your phone and called your wife. She’ll be here soon.”

“it’s all her fault you know, that wife, it’s all her fault. She made my life miserable. I had a mate but I found her cheating on me today because she couldn’t wait for me to divorce my wife. I hate her so much.”

I cried, tears staining my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder but I didn’t bother checking who it was until I heard her voice.

“Let’s get you home Dylan, you’ve had a long day.” She said gently. My eyes squinted at her, the image of her slightly blurry.

“She cheated on me because of you. I hate you. I fucking hate you.” I said my voice rising with each word. “I regret not standing my ground against our marriage. How did I end up with an ugly, fat and useless woman like you?”