Cheated, Betrayed, and Left to Fight Alone by My Alpha

My Alpha ended our marriage without ever knowing I had lost our baby.

One day, he summoned me, divorce papers in hand, with that woman—Marcella Thompson—smirking beside him like she owned my world.

When I told him about our loss, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even grieve. Instead, relief flickered across his face, maybe even a hint of happiness, because now, he claimed, there was “nothing left binding us.”

The cruelest blow? Marcella was pregnant. They had the audacity to call her child a “replacement” for the one I’d carried and lost.