The Cuckold Awakens Chapter 2

“I will never divorce you!”

For the first time ever, Jason lost his temper. With red-rimmed eyes, he tore the divorce papers to shreds, then stormed into his room and locked the door, refusing to answer no matter how much I knocked.

This was not how I expected things to go.

According to the novel, Jason had only married me to escape his arranged marriage. He didn’t actually have any real feelings for me. He had always used the excuse that he had a “gland problem” to keep me from getting too close. We’d been sleeping in separate rooms for the entire year we’d been married. He found me, a Beta, to be dull and uninteresting, a far cry from his ideal partner.

Logically, he should have been thrilled that I was the one initiating the divorce. So why was he fighting it so desperately?

My head started to ache.

The next morning, his door was still shut. I tried knocking, but got no response. Defeated, I gave up. After a quick breakfast, I headed to work as usual.

I had barely settled at my desk when someone handed me a file.

“Mr. Evans, could you please take this development proposal to Mr. Thorne for his signature?”

“Sure.”

I nodded and took the file up to the CEO’s office on the top floor. After a soft knock, a cold, sharp voice answered.

“Come in.”

The man behind the desk had deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and a jawline so sharp it could cut glass. No one could deny that he was an exceptionally handsome Alpha.

But seeing that familiar face again, something inside me had changed.

The reason was simple. My boss, Damian Thorne, was the first male lead in this ridiculous novel. He was the first bastard to start this whole mess.

The thought made me grind my teeth. My gaze toward him was now tinged with resentment.

Seriously? I’m slaving away for you at this company, and you’re plotting to cheat with my husband?!

Damian’s brow furrowed slightly when he saw it was me. He took the file from my hand, his voice cool.

“Is my schedule for tonight prepared?”

I nodded. “Yes, it’s all set.”

He gave a slight nod, then after a moment’s pause, asked, as if it were an afterthought, “How are you and Jason doing lately?”

I forced a polite smile. “We’re doing well. Thank you for asking, Mr. Thorne.”

Damian and Jason were high school classmates. I’d only gotten this job at Thorne Industries because of Jason’s connection to him. But I never, ever suspected that this asshole had been secretly in love with my husband the whole time.

No wonder he always looked at me funny, frowning whenever he saw me as if I were a piece of trash. It was the classic look of a man staring down his rival.