Viya's POV
I arrived at the Wilde Pack house precisely at the appointed time.
The sprawling estate looked just as imposing as it had the first time I'd visited years ago—all gray stone and Gothic architecture that practically screamed old money and power.
Luna Scarlett was waiting for me in the grand drawing room, her posture perfect as she sat on an antique settee worth more than most people's yearly salary. She gestured for me to take a seat across from her.
"You're prompt," she noted, her tone neither approving nor disapproving.
"When can we finalize the divorce papers?" I asked directly, seeing no point in small talk.
Luna Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "Are you this eager to end your marriage to my son? Three years together means nothing to you?"
I met her gaze stead
