The Alpha's Unblessed Wife novel Chapter 8

Akiah’s POV

"Hello, Gustav," I greeted him as the call connected. As I settled onto my bed, I made a conscious effort to steady my nerves. It was imperative to articulate my thoughts clearly to Gustav, ensuring that my decision would be thoroughly understood, and any potential problems would be preemptively addressed. I genuinely hoped he would be receptive to my perspective, despite his likely weariness.

"Hello, how was your brother's succession ceremony?" Gustav inquired, his genuine concern amplifying my sense of guilt. Here he was, expressing care for my brother, while I contemplated the possibility of ending our relationship. Suppressing my inner turmoil, I resolved to recount all the details of Akeel's succession ceremony, conveniently omitting the part where I shared a dance with another person.

To my surprise, Gustav appeared content with my narration, as if he were genuinely engaged in the conversation for the first time in a while. My lips were pressed together as I gathered the courage to unveil the underlying reasons behind my desire to terminate our marriage. "Gustav... I've reached a point where I believe this can no longer continue."

A home should ideally be a sanctuary, but for me, it had transformed into a stifling prison. I felt like an outsider within those walls, the atmosphere smothering me with every breath. My ability to breathe freely had been compromised, and I had grown profoundly weary.

My voice quivered as I mustered the courage to speak, my fear gripping me tightly. I dreaded the possibility of him erupting in anger, listing all the reasons we should stay together, or proclaiming that no one could ever love me like he did.

"Please, let us divorce," I implored, my words laden with desperation. "Our marriage... It's time to bring it to an end, please," I begged.

The ensuing silence felt interminable, like an eternity stretching before me. I strained my ears, anxiously awaiting his response. My patience held firm, and I made a concerted effort to remain composed, fully aware that a storm of emotions might be unleashed. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the inevitable, but to my surprise, his response came, measured and calm.

"Okay," he said. "If that's truly what you want, then so be it."

I exhaled the breath I had been holding for what felt like an eternity. A wide, almost disbelieving grin stretched from ear to ear as I absorbed his unexpected response. It was as if I were in a dream, a scenario far from my expectations yet precisely what I yearned to hear from him.