While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 10

While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 10

“Impossible! How could you be Nightingale?” 

Gavin lost control completely. 

He clutched his head with both hands, his usually 

immaculate hair falling in disordered strands 

across his forehead. 

“You were just my wife, sitting at home in the 

apartment all these years. How could you possibly 

have an identity like that?” 

I looked at him calmly. 

“You thought staying home for five years had 

erased every skill I ever had? Gavin, you never 

knew me at all.” 

The officers stepped forward and locked silver 

handcuffs around his wrists, suppressing his 

werewolf strength. 

“Take him,” Detective Harris ordered. 

At that moment, Vera scrambled to her feet and 

bolted for the ballroom exit. 

“Stop!” 

Two police officers and a Pack Council 

enforcement agent blocked her path. 

“Ms. Dawson, you’re coming with us too,” one officer said flatly. “You’re suspected of helping 

transfer the funds. An underground lender has also filed a complaint accusing you of fraud and forging medical documents.” 

The image on the giant screen changed to 

surveillance footage from two years earlier, 

showing debt collectors confronting Vera near the 

staircase, the struggle, and Vera falling on her 

own. 

“No! I didn’t do anything! Gavin, save me!” 

Vera screamed and reached for the hem of his 

jacket. 

Gavin stared at the truth on the screen, his entire body rigid. 

Then he looked at her as if he had never seen her before. 

“You lied to me… You actually lied to me?” 

A broken laugh tore out of him. 

At last, he realized that everyone in the ballroom saw him as a complete joke. 

For a woman who had deceived him again and again, he had put his own pregnant wife on an auction stage and landed himself in police custody. 

They were taken away in police vehicles. 

The Pack Council froze Gavin’s Alpha authority on the spot. 

The crowd gradually dispersed, but the way the guests looked at me had changed. No one looked down on me anymore. 

Damian walked over and handed me a glass of 

warm water. 

“Well done, Miss Nightingale.” 

I accepted it and slowly released the breath 

trapped in my lungs. 

The pressure and rage that had consumed me for days finally began to loosen their grip. 

One month later. 

I sat in the visitation room at the Rikers Island 

detention center, separated from Gavin by a wall of thick glass. 

He had lost a great deal of weight. His eyes were sunken, and in his jail–issued uniform, he no longer resembled the arrogant CEO he had once been. 

“Erin…” 

He picked up the phone, his voice shaking uncontrollably. 

“I was wrong. I was so wrong.” 

Tears and snot covered his face as he repeatedly slammed his forehead against the glass. 

“Vera deceived me! You were always the one I loved. I was jealous, Erin. Jealous that you stayed so calm even while you were pregnant. Jealous that you looked as if you could live perfectly well without me. I only wanted to scare you. I wanted to force you to beg me to spare you…” 

I didn’t interrupt. 

I listened to his belated excuses and felt no anger 

or sympathy, only sorrow. 

He was used to hurting people to prove he was in control. Now that his plan had failed, he was pushing all the blame onto someone else again. 

“Sign it.” 

I slid a divorce agreement and a pen through the 

document slot. 

“Give up every right you have through our marriage 

and sever the mate bond. That’s the only outcome 

I’ll accept.” 

“Erin, please give me another chance! Our child 

can’t grow up without a father!” 

I stood, removed the wedding ring from my finger, 

and dropped it into the trash beside me without a 

moment’s hesitation. 

“My child does not need a father who put his wife 

on an auction block.“. 

I turned and walked out of the visitation room 

without looking back. 

Gavin’s cries faded behind me until the heavy steel 

door shut them out completely. 

Outside the detention center, early autumn 

sunlight warmed my skin, and the air was cool and 

clean. I drew in a deep breath of freedom, and the fear and pressure that had weighed on my chest finally disappeared. 

A black Maybach waited across the road. 

The window rolled down. 

Damian sat behind the wheel in casual clothes, 

one hand resting on the steering wheel as he 

watched me. 

“Mr. Black.” 

I walked over, and this time, my smile was real. 

“I heard you’re putting together a new international 

venture capital fund and need a partner who 

knows how to make decisive calls.” 

Damian raised an eyebrow, amusement glinting in 

his eyes. 

“The managing partner position has been waiting 

for you.” 

I opened the door and got into the car. 

The engine started, and we sped toward 

downtown Manhattan. As the detention center 

disappeared behind us, everything that marriage had left behind disappeared with it.