The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 438

Alex smiled at Sofina. There was peace in his eyes, a quiet understanding that ran deeper than words.

“I didn’t protect you with my life,” he said softly. “I protected you with my love. And marriage… it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Sofina froze. The words cut straight through her, sharp and cold.

“What do you mean?” she whispered, her eyes filled with hurt. “You don’t want to marry me?”

Alex turned to the two security guards beside him and tapped their shoulders. Instantly, they froze—locked in place as if their bodies had shut down.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Heinrich shouted, staring in disbelief as the guards stood motionless.

Alex tapped the side of his worn communication bracelet. A soft hum filled the air as a holographic screen flickered to life—a glowing 3D projection suspended in midair.

“Prepare a divorce document,” he said evenly. “From me—Alexander Saint-Claire—to my wife, Katarina Rosenheim.”

A smooth, synthetic voice replied, “Divorce document generated. Please sign and confirm to proceed with legal submission.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Alex?!” Katarina’s voice cracked. Her face twisted in shock and fury.

Alex didn’t even look at her. “I approve,” he said firmly, pressing his thumb to the projection. “Here’s my signature. Send it to the government office for immediate legalization.”

“Request acknowledged,” the AI replied. “Divorce document submitted. Please wait for confirmation.”

The room went dead silent.

Then a ripple of whispers spread through the crowd.

“Katarina Rosenheim just got divorced?” a woman gasped.

“Unbelievable,” another sneered. “Her loyal little dog finally bit back.”

“Three years she kept him on a leash,” someone muttered, laughing quietly. “Guess the mutt learned how to break his chain.”

A few people chuckled under their breath. Others just stared, stunned, watching the perfect Katarina Rosenheim lose her throne in real time.

Then came a sharp ping. Both Alex’s and Katarina’s bracelets flashed blue—official confirmation.

Katarina looked down at her wrist. Her heart dropped as she read the notification from the Civil Affairs Governor’s Office:

Marriage Dissolved. Filed by: Alexander Saint-Claire.

Her face twisted in rage.

“You fucking dog!” she screamed. “How dare you do this to me? Do you have any idea what happens when I’m angry?!”

Her voice echoed through the hall, raw and venomous.

“Do you want to rot in a cell without food again? Didn’t the last punishment teach you anything?!”

She raised her hand, ready to slap him—like she had done a hundred times before.

But this time, Alex caught her wrist mid-air.

The impact stopped her cold.

For three years, every slap had landed. Every insult, every humiliation, he had taken in silence.

Not this time.

Alex’s grip was firm, unyielding. His eyes locked on hers—steady, fearless.

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