The 365 Days

The past year had been nothing short of a nightmare. Zayn and his family made it clear every single day that I was nothing to them. I endured it all—the cold looks, the harsh words, and the loneliness of living in a house where I was treated like a ghost. Six months into our marriage, any love I had for Zayn had turned into hate. We never shared a room, never even had a real conversation. I was just counting the days until it would all be over.

But today, it was finally happening. The end had come, and Zayn—my husband in name only—had finally entered my room. I stood up quickly, surprised to see him there, but the look on his face killed any hope I had left.

“Aurora,” he said coldly, not even bothering to look me in the eye. “Get up. It’s time to face the council and sign out of this marriage.”

His voice was as sharp as a knife, and I could feel it cutting through the last bit of resolve I had. I looked around the room, our room—well, my room for the past year—knowing that the only reason he was here was to get rid of me. The thought made me sick.

“So, this is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The first time you come to my room is to chase me out?”

Zayn didn’t respond. He just turned to the maids, who had followed him in. “Start packing her things,” he ordered.

I felt my heart sink even further, if that was possible. But before I could move, his mother walked in, her expression full of disdain.

“She’s not leaving with anything,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “She didn’t come with anything, so she’s not taking anything with her.”

I stood there, frozen, as her words hit me like a slap in the face. I turned to Zayn, desperately hoping he would say something, anything to defend me. But he just stood there, silent, his expression cold and unfeeling.

“Zayn?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Are you just going to let her—?”

“Enough,” he interrupted, his tone dismissive. “You have no right to question me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I nodded and turned away, knowing there was no point in fighting. They had won. They had taken everything from me.

As I walked down the hall, heading toward the council chambers, I could hear the whispers and the judgmental stares of the pack members who had gathered to watch my humiliation. My steps were heavy, each one feeling like it could be my last. When we reached the council room, Zayn had already signed the papers, and it was now my turn.

I took the pen, my hands trembling, and signed my name. As soon as I did, the council members began stripping me of everything that marked me as the Alpha’s wife. The heirloom necklace, the jewelry, even the robe I wore—everything was taken.

“Wait,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “Please, don’t—”

But they didn’t listen. I was left standing there in just my undergarments, exposed and humiliated in front of everyone. The gasps from the crowd were deafening, but all I could focus on was the sound of my mother and my sister's sobs. She was crying, her face twisted in pain as she watched her daughter being disgraced in front of the entire pack, The guards was holding my sister down, She was ready to drag me out of here.

“Stop it!” a voice suddenly rang out. I looked up to see Zayn’s sister, running towards me. She quickly covered me with a cloth, her hands shaking with anger.

“This is too much!” she yelled, turning to Zayn. “How could you be so heartless?”

Zayn met her gaze, his expression as cold as ever. “It’s finally over,” he said flatly. “You can take her away.”

I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. They flowed freely down my cheeks as Zayn’s sister gently led me away. The pain in my chest was unbearable, like my heart was being ripped out. This was the end, the end of everything. I had waited for this day, but never in my darkest dreams did I imagine it would be like this.

As we walked out of the council chambers, I could hear the whispers behind me, the judgment, the pity. I felt like I was in a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake up from. I was nothing to them, nothing to Zayn. I was just another burden to be cast aside.

Zayn’s sister tried to comfort me as we walked, but her words were just a blur in my ears. All I could think about was the look on Zayn’s face, the coldness in his eyes as he watched me being stripped of everything.

" He even let them strip the robe...I said reminiscing"

" I'm sorry I don't even know what to say to you? You didn't deserve this humiliation"

" Why did he even Marry me ? why didn't he reject me from the beginning, Wasted my time here, kept me in bondage...I never want to see him again" I said muttering words as I wept.

" You are free now, Live your life like you never met him and he never ruined it for you"

And in that moment, I knew—I truly hated him.

"Aurora! My baby... Let's go home, Let's get you out of this prison" My mom rushed to grab me.

" Take me home...I don't want to ever come near this place"