Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever-Chapter 127 A Homewrecker

SOPHIA’S POV

I drove aimlessly for an hour after leaving the hospital. My wolf was too wounded to guide me anywhere specific. I just needed to move, to put distance between myself and Ashley’s words.

Eventually, I found myself parked outside a random coffee shop in a neighborhood I didn’t recognize. I sat there in my car, staring at nothing. My phone kept buzzing with missed calls from my family.

I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t face them, couldn’t pretend everything was fine when my entire world had just collapsed.

I decided something. Tomorrow I would go to Stone Villa and make Damien sign those divorce papers in front of me. No more delays, no more excuses. This needed to end.

But tonight, I just needed to not be alone with my thoughts.

I pulled out my phone and called Bianca.

She answered on the second ring. "Sophia? Hey, I was just thinking about you."

"Are you busy?" I asked.

There was a pause. "No. Are you okay?"

"Can I come over? I just... I need..."

"Say no more. Come now. I’ll order pizza and grab the beer."

Thirty minutes later, I was sitting on Bianca’s couch with a cold beer in my hand and a box of pizza between us. She’d taken one look at my face and pulled me into a hug without asking questions.

Now she sat cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, studying me with concerned eyes.

"So," she said carefully. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I’m getting divorced." The words came out flat "Finally. For real this time."

Bianca’s face lit up. "Sophia, that’s amazing! That’s - wait, why do you look like someone died?"

"Because it feels like someone did." I took a long drink of beer. "My daughter asked if she could start calling Damien’s girlfriend ’Mom.”

"Oh, honey." Bianca moved closer, putting her hand on my knee. "I’m so sorry."

"She said I don’t love her anymore, that Tiffany is more of a mother to her than I am." My voice cracked. "And the worst part? Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’ve been so focused on surviving that I forgot to actually be her mother."

"That’s bullshit and you know it," Bianca said fiercely. "You’ve done everything for that little girl. Everything. If she can’t see that, it’s because she’s been poisoned against you."

"Or because it’s true." I finished my beer and reached for another. "Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done. I’m signing the papers, taking my half of everything, and moving on with my life."

"Good." Bianca clinked her bottle against mine. "It’s about damn time. You deserve so much better than that cheating bastard."

We drank in silence for a moment. Then Bianca asked, "So what’s next? For you, I mean. After the divorce."

"Doctoral program starts in January. I’ll focus on that. Then I’ll build my career, maybe travel." I tried to sound enthusiastic. "Live for myself for once."

"That sounds amazing. We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?" Bianca raised her bottle. "Two women who gave too much to men who didn’t deserve us."

"I’ll drink to that." I clinked my bottle against hers.

We were both getting drunk now. Bianca was on her third beer, I was on my fourth, and the pizza was half-gone.

"You know what?" Bianca said suddenly. "You should call him."

I was confused "Call who?"

"Damien, Right now. Tell him exactly what you think of him." She thrust her phone at me. "Do it. You’ll feel better."

"That’s a terrible idea-"

"Which is why it’s perfect!" Bianca laughed. "Come on. Liquid courage. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Against my better judgment and fueled by beer and heartbreak, I pulled out my own phone and dialed Damien’s number.

It rang three times. Then a woman’s voice answered.

"Hello?"

Not Damien. Tiffany.

My blood ran cold. "Why are you answering Damien’s phone?"

"Oh, Sophia." Tiffany’s voice was sweet. "Damien’s a bit busy right now. He’s helping me with laundry."

"Laundry?." My voice was flat.

"Mmm-hmm. He’s washing my lingerie actually. He insists on doing it himself” I could hear the smile in her voice. "Anyway, did you need something? I can take a message."

The image of Damien washing Tiffany’s lingerie in our home made something snap inside me.

I started laughing. Not happy laughter. It was bitter, broken laughter that bordered on hysteria.

"Sophia?" Tiffany sounded uncertain now. "Are you okay?"

"I’m perfect," I managed between laughs. "Absolutely perfect. Tell Damien to enjoy his domestic bliss."

I hung up.

"What happened?" Bianca demanded. "Why are you laughing like a crazy person?"

"She answered his phone, said he was washing her lingerie." I was still laughing. Now, I had tears streaming down my face. "Can you believe it? My husband is literally doing his girlfriend’s laundry while I’m trying to finalize our divorce."

"That motherfucker." Bianca grabbed my phone. "Give me that."

"What are you- "

She’d already redialed. When Tiffany answered, Bianca didn’t even let her speak.

"Listen to me, you homewrecking bitch," Bianca snarled into the phone. "You think you’re so special because you stole another woman’s husband? You’re not. You’re just a pathetic little girl who couldn’t find her own man so you had to take someone else’s trash."

"Excuse me-" Tiffany started.

"I’m not done! Sophia is worth ten of you. No, a hundred of you. And when Damien realizes what a mistake he made and he will, don’t come crying to us. You made your bed. Now lie in it. With the trash you picked up."

Bianca hung up and tossed my phone back to me. "There. Feel better?"

I stared at her. Then I started laughing again. It was real laughter this time. "Oh my god. Did you really just call her a homewrecker?"

"Among other things." Bianca grinned. "She deserved it."

"She’s going to tell Damien-"

"Let her! What’s he going to do, divorce you?"

We both laughed. I tilted my head back as I chuckled.

Bianca grabbed another beer. "Oh wait, that’s already happening! You’re free, Sophia. Free to say what you really think”

She was right. For the first time in years, I had nothing left to lose.

"To freedom," I said, raising my bottle.

"To freedom!" Bianca echoed. "And to never bowing down to unworthy men again!"

-

The next day, I woke up with the worst hangover of my life. My head pounded, my mouth tasted like something had died in it, and my wolf was thoroughly disgusted with me for poisoning our body with alcohol.

But I had work. So, I dragged myself into the shower, got dressed, and somehow made it through my shift without vomiting on any patients.

By six p.m., I was done. Time to face the music.

I drove to Stone Villa. No more delays. No more excuses. Damien was signing those papers tonight even if I had to hold the pen to his hand myself.

When I pulled up to the villa, the driveway was empty. There were no cars.

I let myself in with my key and called out, "Damien? Are you here?"

Franca appeared from the kitchen. I noticed that her expression was uncomfortable. "Mrs. Stone. I didn’t know you were coming."

"Where’s Damien?"

"He and Miss Ashley went out with Miss Tiffany" Franca wrung her hands. "They won’t be back until late."

Of course. Another family outing that didn’t include me.

"Fine. I’ll wait." I moved toward the living room.

"Actually, um..." Franca looked even more uncomfortable. "Miss Tasha is here. In the guest room. She might prefer if you-"

"I don’t care what she prefers. This is still my house until the divorce is final." I knew I was being harsh, but I was done being accommodating. "Tell her I’m here if she has a problem with it."

I settled onto the couch and pulled out my phone, preparing to wait however long it took.

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded in the hallway. I looked up to see Tasha standing there. She had her arms crossed and her expression was cold.

"So, you’re the wife," she said.

It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

"And you’re the girlfriend’s mother," I replied evenly. "We haven’t been properly introduced."

"No need for introductions. I know exactly who you are." Tasha moved into the room, her movements confident despite her recent surgery. "You’re the woman who won’t let go. Who keeps clinging to a man who doesn’t want her anymore"

My wolf growled. "Excuse me?"

"Damien has moved on. Ashley has moved on. The only person still stuck in the past is you." Tasha’s smile was cold. "My daughter makes him happy. She gives him what you clearly couldn’t yet here you are, lurking in his house like some pathetic ghost."

"This is my house-"

"Not for long, from what I hear." Tasha tilted her head. "The divorce papers are being processed. Soon you’ll have no claim to anything here. No claim to him. And good riddance, honestly. Damien deserves better than a woman who puts her career above her family."

Each word was meant to hurt me and they did.