Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Resignation and Divorce
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CHAPTER 395

~Zara’s POV~

Kaid’s eyes flickered with something—surprise, maybe even admiration. “So, you’re really going independent?”

I nodded. “I need something that’s mine. Something that isn’t tied to his success.”

“Huh, in case you haven’t noticed—not so secret. You are still tied to him or it, the business. Snow is dangerous.”

“Yes, he is, but only to those who warrant that danger.”

“Urgh, really?”

“Yes. Why?”

Kaid tapped his fingers against the table thoughtfully. “Nothing? I respect that—your independence.”

I smiled slightly. “Good. Because I meant it.”

Kaid leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “And what about everything else? The personal side of things?”

I exhaled slowly, looking away. “I don’t know yet.”

Kaid was quiet for a moment before nodding. “Fair enough.”

He studied me for a second longer, then smirked. “Still… if you ever change your mind about that job, you know where to find me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not happening, Kaid.”

He chuckled, standing up and stretching. “We’ll see.”

I watched him, shaking my head with amusement. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like me anyway,” he teased.

I scoffed, but I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips.

As Kaid walked off, I leaned back in my chair, staring out the window.

I had choices.

I had options.

And for the first time in a long time… I was going to choose myself.

But just as I reached for my phone, a thought crossed my mind. “Hmm, but maybe just maybe I can play a game too.”

My gaze drifted to Kaid as he got to his car and unlocked it, a small smile spreading on my lips.

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It had been days since I had last seen Snow. Days filled with restless nights, unanswered questions, and a burning ache in my chest that I refused to acknowledge.

I had given him time. Given myself time. But there was no point in delaying the inevitable any longer.

This needed to end.

I tapped my fingers against my phone screen, hesitating for only a second before sending the message.

Zara: We need to meet. It’s time to finalise our divorce.

I stared at the text, watching the delivered notification appear, but I didn’t wait for a response.

I already knew what was coming.

Seconds later, my phone buzzed—Snow was calling me.

I let it ring.

And ring and ring.

I clenched my jaw, watching as his name flashed on the screen. But I didn’t pick up. Not this time. What was required was action.

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~Snow’s POV~

The moment I saw Zara’s message, my entire body went rigid.

Divorce. She wasn’t joking.

The word felt like a damn blade to the chest.

I called her instantly. She didn’t pick up. I tried again.

Voicemail.

“Dammit, Zara,” I growled under my breath, gripping my phone tightly.

I quickly left the house and headed for the company. I was already halfway to my office when my phone buzzed again. This time, it was from Taylor.

“Sir, your wife is already in your office. She’s waiting for you.”

I nearly stopped in my tracks.

She was here? Already?

I picked up my pace, my mind racing. She wasn’t wasting time. Neither was I.

The moment I pushed open my office door, I saw Zara—standing near the window, arms crossed, her back to me.

She didn’t turn around as I stepped inside.

“Zara.”

Her shoulders tensed slightly, but she exhaled slowly before facing me.

I wasn’t ready for the coldness in her blue eyes.

“We need to get this over with,” she said simply.

I shut the door behind me, inhaling sharply. “Zara, wait—”

“No, you wait,” she cut me off, stepping forward. “I’m done, Snow. I gave you time, I gave you chances, but nothing changed. So, I’m making the choice for both of us.”

I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. “Zara, I love you.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “And yet, you let another woman be your mate.”

I flinched. “I didn’t ask for her. I didn’t choose her.”

“But you didn’t reject her either.” Her voice was eerily calm, but I could see the storm raging beneath the surface. “You kept her close. You let her stay in our home. Shall I remind you of everything?”

I opened my mouth, but she shook her head.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Snow. You were greedy. You wanted me, but you still kept her.” She took a step closer, and this time, I was the one who stepped back. “I will never share my mate with another woman. Ever.”

Her words hit me like a slap to the face.

Zara took a slow breath before lifting her chin. “I, Zara Gold-Zephyr, reject you as my chosen mate.”

My entire body froze.

My wolf snarled in my head, the mate bond snapping taut like a wire ready to break.

No.

“No, no, no.”

I shook my head. “No.”

Her brow furrowed. “Snow—”

“I don’t accept it.” My voice was hoarse, but firm.

Zara blinked, caught off guard.

I took a step forward this time, my hands gripping her arms. “You are mine, Zara. You always have been.”

She let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. “You don’t get to decide that for me anymore, Snow.”

“I love you,” I said fiercely. “I choose you, Zara. Now and always.”

As if to prove my point, I closed the gap between us, my hands moving upward to her head and cheek as I pressed my lips against hers.

Everything had happened so fast, Zara gasped, and I tried deepening the kiss.

As soon as I broke the kiss, Zara’s eyes glistened, but before I could say anything else—she slapped me.

The sharp sting burned across my cheek, but the pain in my chest was worse.

I didn’t move.

She exhaled shakily, pulling away from my grip. “You made your choice the moment you let her into our home. And now, I’m making mine.”

My breath hitched as she turned to leave, but before she reached the door—she stopped.

And without looking back, she spoke.

“I’ve also handed in my resignation.”

My stomach dropped.

“It’s on your desk,” she continued.

I inhaled sharply. “No. Please.”

She turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “I’m not accepting it,” I said, my voice rough.

Zara let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “It’s not up to you anymore, Snow.” Her fingers curled around the doorknob. “I’m done.”

And with that, she walked out—leaving the door and us behind.