He Abandoned Me For His Stepsister, I Returned As An heiress.CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I tried one last desperate attempt to seduce my husband, Alpha Derek who has never touched me.
I wore the black lace lingerie that had cost me a month's salary and lit candles around our bedroom.
When he walked in, his eyes barely looked over my naked body before he checked his watch.
"I have a meeting with the pack in ten minutes," he said flatly. "Can you put some clothes on? And blow out those candles before you burn the house down, you know how much I paid for these curtains."
As he turned to leave, he paused at the doorway. "And for God's sake, get rid of that lingerie. It doesn't suit your body type."
That night, I filed for divorce.
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"Pour me another," I demanded, sliding my empty glass across my sister Bianca's kitchen island.
"I still can't believe you stayed with that emotionless block of ice for many years," Bianca said, pouring herself a glass. "But finally you've come to your senses. The pack needs you back where you belong."
I downed the rest of my whiskey. "Five years, Bianca. Five years I'll never get back, trying to warm a man who wanted to stay frozen."
"Well, it's over now, Hazel." she reached across to refill my glass. "The Northern Lake pack has been waiting for their heiress. Plus, Damon's still unmarried, you know what Dad always wanted."
I sighed. "As soon as my lawyer prepares the divorce papers, I'm coming home. It's time the heiress reclaimed her birthright."
"That's my girl," Bianca smirked as we clinked our glasses together.
That night I got home earlier than I told Derek I would. The house was quiet at first, then I heard strange moaning sounds coming from upstairs.
I followed the noises through our home. They led me to that room Derek always declared off-limits to me, claiming it was his private workspace.
When I pushed the door open, I nearly choked at what I saw.
Derek stood completely naked, aggressively thrusting hard into a mannequin that had a photograph plastered on it. I recognized it immediately. It was his stepsister Tara's face attached to the lifeless figure.
"Oh Tara, I miss you so much," he moaned. "No one will ever replace you. Not even her."