The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

With one hand propped on her hip, she stood in black jeans with a white top and leather jacket. She was dressed like she was ready to leave the house. Those blue eyes weren’t so pretty anymore. They were cold as steel and malicious as blades. “I want a divorce.” She let the words sink in for a moment before she turned around and walked off, her boots sounding against the hardwood floor once more. Her ass shook left to right as she stormed to the stairs and excused herself from the dining room.

I looked down at the papers she’d tossed at me. Her signature was at the bottom, and all she needed was for me to fill in the blanks. It looked legitimate. She must have called in a favor to someone to get this processed so quickly.

When I turned to the page that detailed her settlement in the divorce, I was surprised by what I saw.

She didn’t want anything from me.

Not even a euro.