Helena's fingers trembled as she clutched her teacup, trying to regain control of the conversation. Clair and Noah sat opposite her, their presence suffocating the small living room with unspoken authority.
Clair leaned forward, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "We didn't come here to argue, Mrs. Helena. We came to ensure Anabella's divorce from Daniel Ross is finalized. You will forward the papers."
Helena's face twisted with anger. "I will do no such thing! Do you know what that would mean for Anabella? An omega divorced from a prestigious alpha like Daniel? She'll be ruined! Her life would be over—she'd be seen as worthless!"
Noah's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening dangerously. "Her life was already ruined the moment you pushed her into that miserable arrangement," he hissed. "You sold her future to that self-absorbed bastard."
