Chapter 2 002

WENDY'S POV As the door shut behind me, I immediately turned to Queen Rosina, tears streaming out of my eyes. "You have to go after him! You have to tell him the truth! Tell him what really happened, please! I beg you!" She only smirked. "Come off it, girl. You're not fooling anybody with your drama and antics. Everyone knows who you are now. You can't hide anymore." Desperate, I turned to Brittany. "Brittany, don't do this, please. You were there-" "Nope," my step-sister said, shaking her head. "Keep me out of your dramas, Wendy." "My drama?! Brittany, please.

You have to tell the truth! Why are you doing this? Why?! What have I ever done to you?!" "Done to me? Oh, please, shut up! Don't try and pretend as if you're a saint. Your time is up here." I clutched at the end of her skirt. "Brittany, stop this madness!" "I have no idea what you're talking about! Let go of me!" With that, she jerked herself free and left the room with the queen. Rick sneered at me. "Aren't you a pathetic sight to behold? If you had just lie low, maybe you wouldn'thave gotten in the bad books of the queen. Anyways, enjoy your broken marriage." With that, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and left the room. I sank to the floor - disbelief, shock, and fear racing for dominance within me. Was I really going to lose George? Was I really going to let my marriage end like this? No, I wouldn't. I couldn't. He was my everything and I would be ruined if I lost him. I got up from the floor and headed out of the room. I heard voices downstairs and I went for the stairs, to the living room. They were all there. George, Brittany and Queen Rosina, then I saw my suitcases by the side of the door. "Wha - what are my bags doing there? Why did you bring my bags there? What's going on?" Queen Rosina sneered. "What? Oh, so you think an ordinary whore like you gets to stay here? You think a cheap good-for-nothing prostitute like you gets to stay here and lead the pack with George?!" she smirked. "You must be delusional!" I ignored her tirade and turned to the only person that mattered. "George, I swear to you that I never went into that man's room to cheat on you. I have never slept with him or anyone else in my life! I was framed! It was the queen who sent me to drop off the package to him! I didn't know what was inside! I swear to you!" He sneered at me coldly. "You will really say anything to get yourself out of this, won't you? Tell me. Did he fuck you good?" I felt myself burn from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet. "George!" I said, appalled. "I'm telling you that I was set up!" "Why don't you spare us the angelic act, Wendy?!" Brittany suddenly caught in. "This is really who you are! Stop pretending!" "And what would the queen gain from setting you up, Wendy?" I shook my head, tears glistening in my eyes. "I don't know. I swear I don't know. But you have to believe me!" "Believe you? Believe a woman who threw away everything we've built together for years just for a few minutes of pleasure?" "No, George, please-!" "You can save your tears and your lies. It's over." "What? What do you mean? What-what do you mean it's over?!" I asked, my voice trembling. For an answer, he threw a set of papers at my feet and I bent and took them with trembling fingers. "Wh-what is it?" I asked, fear gripping me. "Divorce papers," replied George calmly as if he was talking about the weather as if the world wasn't spinning on its axis and falling apart around me. My breath hitched and as I spoke, my voice sounded different to me; as if it wasn't mine. "What do you mean divorce papers? How did you - When did you-?" "I called my lawyer immediately I left that room," he said then slammed the papers in front of me with a pen. "Sign them." "Yes," echoed the Queen triumphantly, "Sign the papers pack your rags, and leave this house!" But no, I wasn't about to give him up. I wasn't about to give up years of marriage with him because two people hated me. George and I had come a long way for that to happen. No, I wouldn't let them win. "I won't sign it. I won't. I haven't done anything wrong. I will not sign it." "You shameless good for nothing," he growled, his face a mass of pure anger and fury. "I am giving you a chance to go freely, a chance to cover up your shame, and yet you still defy me?!" "I'm not defying you, George! I have not done anything wrong!" "So you won't sign it?! Do you think this is all a joke?! It's funny to you?!" "What?! No! George -" "Since you won't sign it, then I have no choice but to reject you. Perhaps you will see the severity of your situation," he said, his voice calm and cold. The look in his eyes made me shiver in fear and I tried my best to ignore it. I wouldn't let fear win; I wouldn't let them win. "You- you won't do that to me. You can't," I stammered. "Oh, won't I? Why not try me and see?" I shook my head, not believing. This, this was not my husband. This was not the man that had captured my heart; this was not the man I had fallen irrevocably in love with. This was somebody else entirely. "I, George, the Alpha of Shadow Fangs reject you Wendy Ashton as my-" Seeing how serious he was, I shouted, "I'm pregnant!"