Page 40 of Marrying My Orc Boss

“I never should have…” The words get caught in my throat.

I look out the windshield, but the streets ahead are blurred by my tears. I can't believe that this is how it ends. After everything we've been through together, it all comes down to this. I thought we had something real, something that could last. But I was wrong.

“Of course you were,” I scold myself. “A man like him… He’d never give me the time of day unless I had something to give.”

And that’s exactly what happened.

I take a deep breath and start the car, pulling out onto the road. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I try to focus on the road ahead. I don't know where I'm going, but I know that I can't stay here any longer. I need to get away from the pain and the heartache.

I'm not usually one to cry, but this pain is too much to bear. I feel like I've lost a piece of myself, and I don't know how to move forward. I try to focus on the road, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Drakar. I wonder if he's thinking about me at all, or if I was just a means to an end for him.

Eventually, I pull over to the side of the road, my car idling softly. I take a deep breath and look out at the darkened landscape. There's a peacefulness here that I haven't felt in a long time.

I close my eyes and let the tears come, feeling the pain and heartache wash over me. I know that this is just the beginning and that there will be many more tears to come. But for now, I just need to let it all out.

“Fuck!” I shout, slamming my hands against the steering wheel. “Fuck, fuck, fucking shit!”

That's all I can say or do for a long time.

When I finally open my eyes again, I take a deep breath and start the car. I don't know where I'm going, but I know that I can't stay here forever. I need to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it may be.

I take a deep breath and whisper to myself, "I'll be okay. I'll get through this."

My movements are mechanical, fueled by the heartbreak that is coursing through my veins. Each mile feels like it's widening the chasm between us, and the reality of my departure is settling in with each passing moment.

As I drive, I replay the events of the past few months in my mind. The way we met, the way he pulled that prick, Aurelius, off me like he was nothing but a bothersome insect. I remember feeling so helpless, so scared. But Drakar was there, like a knight in shining armor. I’d never had anyone do such a thing for me.

Drakar was so kind, despite the gruffness. He listened to my pathetic sob story and… he seemed like he really cared. Deep down… didn’t he? I remember the way he would smile at me, the way his eyes would light up when we connected on the things we shared in common. I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us.

But now, the truth is staring me in the face. Drakar never loved me. He never intended to. And I was just a pawn in his game. I feel the tears start to fall again, and I let them come. I don't try to hold them back anymore. There's no point.

I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I know that this is just the beginning and that there will be many more challenges ahead. But for now, I just need to keep driving. One mile at a time. I need to find a way to move forward without Drakar.

I think back to the way he said those words on the phone. "We don't need to continue the marriage charade anymore."

There was no emotion in his voice, no hint of regret. He was just a businessman, closing a deal. I feel a pang of hurt in my chest, but I push it away. I can't let myself get bogged down in the pain. I need to focus on the future.

“You’ll get through this,” I tell myself, almost demanding it. “After the life you’ve lived… This is just another bump in the road.

As I drive, I start to feel a sense of determination. I won't let Drakar's betrayal define me. I am stronger than this. I will find a way to move on, to build a new life for myself.

And maybe I'll find a way to move forward without Drakar.

CHAPTER 24

Drakar

“It’s the right thing to do,” I tell myself.

My hand hovers over my cell phone. It’s still warm from my conversation with my secretary about initiating the divorce proceedings. It was a strangely difficult topic to discuss.

"We don't need to continue the marriage charade anymore."

“Of course not, sir. Your efforts to expose Director Shields have paid off.”

“They have.”

“Shall I file the divorce papers?”

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