After Divorcing My Alpha, He Lost Everything

In the third year of hiding my identity and marrying Alpha Lucas, he still hadn't made our relationship public.

His excuse was that he worried I'd be hunted down by his enemies.

But I overheard him chatting casually with friends:

Sophie is just a useless Omega. She's not even as pretty as Isabella.

"But if I divorce her now, she'll take half my assets. The loss would be too great."

"I'm starting to regret making her my mate. With her status, she's only good enough to be my mistress at best."

So I handed him divorce papers.

When he saw I was walking away with nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, pretending to be generous, he said: "I'll give you twenty million as compensation."

I smiled and declined: "I'm still young. I can afford to take risks."

He didn't know I wasn't the ordinary Omega he thought I was.

I'm the beloved stepsister of the Alpha of North America's most powerful pack, the Shadow Fang Pack.

Lucas's current status and wealth all came from my stepbrother's support.

Now, I'm going to take it all back.

My third year married to Lucas.

To get closer to him, I hid my identity and took a job as an administrative assistant at Lucas's company.

I just wanted to see him a little more each day.

But on my third day at work, my colleague Chloe sent me a video.

The camera focused on a private room where Lucas and his beta Isabella sat side by side.

Isabella turned toward him, hooking her finger around Lucas's tie and pulling him close.

"Lucas," her voice carried a hint of intoxication, "do you have feelings for me or not?"

Lucas pressed her hand down, saying in a low voice: "Now's not the time to talk about this."

"Give me an answer, Lucas." Her voice rose slightly. She glanced at the others nearby, then looked back at him. "Right now. Tell me, do you love me or not?"

Lucas was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand to rub his temples, his tone weary: "Do you have to do this?"

Isabella laughed, released his tie, casually picked up his drink and took a sip, then set down the glass, grabbed her bag, and got up to leave.

Lucas immediately stood up and briefly told the group: "Excuse me for a moment," then hurried after her.

The video ended. Chloe's message came right after: [They left together! Haven't come back all afternoon! Think something's going to happen tonight?]

I stared at the darkened screen, my fingertips numb.

Before I could catch my breath, my phone vibrated again.

Lucas's message popped up: [Working all night tonight, not coming home, don't wait up.]

My heart sank.

I called him right away.

At first, no one answered.

I called several times in a row.

The call connected.

"Honey, my phone was on silent, didn't hear it. What's wrong?"

"Honey, are you really not coming home tonight?" I asked through clenched teeth, my nails digging into my palm.

"Yeah, it's a get-together. Everyone's here. Can't leave. Hope you understand, honey."

"Are there women at your party?"

He paused, then laughed: "No, since when do you check up on me? Want to video chat so I can prove my innocence?"

Just then, I heard it.

The clear rustling sound of an expensive shirt rubbing against hotel sheets.

Then a suppressed, brief groan escaped from deep in his throat. "Mm..."

All the blood in my body seemed to freeze instantly.

After three years with Lucas, I knew exactly what that sound meant.

"No need for video..." I was afraid I might throw up. "You have fun. I'm going to bed."

"Honey," his voice was terribly hoarse, "we closed a big deal tonight. Starting tomorrow, everyone's going to be working overtime. I'll probably be working late, so don't wait for me for dinner these days."

The call ended.

I didn't sleep all night, already planning to confront Lucas directly tomorrow and hopefully leave him with nothing.

But at four in the morning, Lucas came home.

"Honey?" He obviously didn't expect me to still be awake. He froze for a moment, then showed his usual gentle smile. "Why aren't you asleep? Didn't I tell you not to wait up?"

"Where did you go?" I stared at him, my voice soft.

"Didn't I tell you? At a party?"

"Was it a party, or a date with another woman?"

"Sophie," he sighed, his voice full of exhaustion and helplessness, "did someone send you something? I admit, Isabella confessed to me at the party. But I turned her down. We've known each other so longif I liked her, why would I have married you?"

"Besides..." He hugged me, his palm rubbing my neck, "wouldn't you know if I'd cheated on you?"

Calming down, I realized he was right.

When I was 18, he had already marked me.

If one mate cheats, the other suffers unbearably.

If Lucas had really cheated, how could I not feel the pain?

Maybe I really was overthinking it.

"I'm sorry," I leaned against his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt, "I'm just... so afraid of losing you."

That night he was especially gentle. He heated milk for me, coaxed me to sleep, just like every night for the past three years.

I curled up in his arms, telling myself: Trust him. Trust this man I've loved for three years.

I almost really believed it.

The next morning, Lucas specially got up early to make me breakfast.

"Come home early today, okay?" I saw him to the door, helping him straighten his tie.

"Okay, no overtime today. I'll come home and keep you company." He kissed my forehead. "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."

"I like everything you make."

Watching his retreating figure, I even started to feel guilty: How could I suspect him? He's so good to me.

But there was still some unease in my heart.

So I didn't tell him I was working at his company.

After seeing Lucas off, I drove to the company alone.

I'd just sat down at my desk when Isabella showed up at the office.

She was carrying a lunch box and walked straight through Lucas's office door.

The door wasn't fully closed.

A few minutes later, I picked up an irrelevant document, pretending I needed to deliver something, and walked toward that door.

Through the crack, I saw her straddle Lucas's lap, cup his face in her hands, and give him a long, suffocating kiss.

Lucas's hands immediately gripped her waist tightly, while his other hand expertly explored beneath her skirt.

"Did you miss me?" Isabella gasped as they separated, her lips glistening.

"What do you think?" Lucas's voice was low and husky, his hand still moving under her skirt.

Lucas chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear and said something. Isabella giggled and playfully hit his chest.

In that moment, the vague fear from last night's phone call transformed into a soul-piercing, undeniable agony.

Intense burning pain and nauseating betrayal surged through that invisible bond, crashing violently into my heart and brain.

My legs went weak. I had to grab the wall to keep from collapsing, my stomach churning.

I could barely stand, yet I still raised my phone and recorded everything.

I didn't actually need to witness it myself.

But if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I was afraid I wouldn't give up.

All afternoon, I watched Lucas and Isabella going in and out of the office like an outsider.

They occasionally made eye contact, their gazes lingering. When Isabella handed him documents, her fingers "accidentally" brushed his hand.

And I shattered a cup from the pain of their contact.

During lunch, Isabella entered his office. She didn't come out until half an hour later, her lipstick reapplied, her hair slightly mussed.

The suffocating pain and absurd awareness coming from behind that closed door made me almost vomit.

I didn't even need to look to know what they were doing.

Six o'clock in the evening. Closing time.

I watched them head to the underground parking garage.

Then I got in my car and followed them.

I didn't know what I wanted to see. Perhaps I just wanted an answer.

If he'd fallen in love with someone else, why was he still pretending nothing was wrong? Why wouldn't he divorce me?

After Lucas dropped Isabella off at home, he went to a discreet members-only bar.

I used the card Nathan gave me to get in and sat in the shadows near their private room.

The door was ajar.

I could see seven or eight people sitting inside.

At first, the group discussed work projects.

Later, they started talking about their personal lives.

About kids, about wives... and of course, about mistresses.

"I saw Isabella post on social media something about lovers finally getting together. What's up? Did you finally come around and get Isabella into bed?"

Someone asked.

I couldn't help but prick up my ears.

Lucas said calmly: "You don't understand the situation that day. I had no choice. Isabella was pressuring me. If I didn't take her, she'd resign. You know, Isabella's been with the company so many years, the company can't do without her. Or rather... I can't do without her."

"So Isabella's okay with being a mistress? Lucas, don't screw yourself over later."

"Right. And can your mate accept Isabella's existence? Didn't she notice anything yesterday?"

"It's simple. As long as you keep your distance, even a mate won't detect these things."

So that was it. Apparently they all had experience with this, and had even figured out the effective range of the mate bond.

Lucas set down his glass and spoke:

"Sophie is just a useless Omega. She's not even as pretty as Isabella."

"I'm starting to regret making her my mate. With her status, she's only good enough to be my mistress at best."

"But divorcing now would mean too great a loss."

So he was worried about the loss.

Made sense. Lucas and I were legally married.

Divorce would mean splitting his marital assets.

Lucas's Silver Crest Pack was originally just a small pack, and the businesses under it barely made money.

It was only after marrying me that he suddenly gained many opportunities to partner with Shadow Fang Pack's enterprises.

And Lucas finally had the standing to build connections with the Alphas of more powerful packs.

Because although I'm an Omega, my stepfather and stepbrother are both powerful Alphas, and they dote on me.

I got up and left the bar, walked to the curb, and called my stepbrother Nathan.

"Sophia, what's up? How come you're calling me so late?"

Nathan's voice came through the receiver.

I couldn't hold back. Tears streamed down my face.

"Soph, what's wrong? Are you crying?"

I was sobbing too hard to speak.

Nathan immediately asked where I was.

I gave him an address through my tears. Half an hour later, he appeared in front of me.

"Where's Lucas?"

"He cheated."

Nathan froze, his jaw clenched tight.

"Where is he? I'm going to kill him."

I grabbed Nathan's hand and shook my head: "No need. That would only dirty your hands."

Nathan stomped his foot hard on the ground in anger.

But it still wasn't enough to calm him down.

He asked me: "Divorce?"

I nodded without hesitation.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?"

I showed Nathan all the videos and photos saved on my phone.

Even though I said nothing.

Nathan had already made his decision.

He immediately took out his phone and made several calls.

He contacted suppliers connected to Lucas, telling them not to sign contracts that had just been negotiated but not yet signed, not to renew contracts that were expiring, and for contracts not yet expired, to withdraw discounts and charge full market price.

After those few calls.

Nathan took my hand: "Come on, let's go home."

I shook my head, tears still hanging at the corners of my eyes: "Before going home, I want to move out first."

Without hesitation, Nathan drove to the place Lucas and I shared.

Lucas had arranged the residence.

I had nothing worth being attached to.

I'd just lived here for three years, never imagining I'd leave this way.

"If you want this place, I'll get you the best lawyer to help you win it."

"No need. Anything touched by Lucas feels pretty dirty to me now."

Moving out of that villa.

I wanted to wait for Lucas to contact me first, then confront him.

But unfortunately.

A week passed.

He didn't even notice I'd moved out.

He just sent me his usual daily message: [Working late tonight, don't wait up.]

But in reality?

I saw him and Isabella together every day.

Each time brought me such clear pain.

I'd planned to finish my current work before resigning, but one day I was suddenly notified by HR: immediate termination, leave the company at once.

I protested and asked my department supervisor for a reason.

The supervisor only said it was Ms. Rodriguez's decision, that I was "not a good fit for the company culture."

I thought Isabella knew my identity and was deliberately targeting me.

But unexpectedly, Chloe came to me and confessed.

"Someone overheard me calling Ms. Rodriguez a 'homewrecker' that day, and word got out. We've been working overtime constantly these days. It wasn't Mr. Lawson's arrangementit was Ms. Rodriguez deliberately targeting us. I was done for, but because you kept working overtime with me, I..."

Chloe was crying uncontrollably.

"I really need this job. I'm not as pretty as you, not as smart as you, so I went to Ms. Rodriguez and blamed you for calling her a 'homewrecker.'"

"I thought, I thought Ms. Rodriguez would just not let you stay to work here. I didn't expect her to have security throw you out... I hurt you... I'm sorry..."

I laughed.

Completely out of anger.

Partly angry at my friend's betrayal.

But more angry at Isabella for abusing her power and humiliating people like this.

"It's fine, I forgive you. Stop crying. Thank you for being a good friend to me this time. From now on, I wish you all the best."

With that, I picked up the documents I'd prepared long ago from the desk and started to leave.

Chloe grabbed me, her face hopeful: "What about Ms. Rodriguez..."

I said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll take the blame for this."

Then I raised my head.

And shouted loudly across the entire office: "Isabella is a homewrecker. What, can't even say it out loud!"

Instantly.

Everyone in the office stopped what they were doing and looked at me in unison.

Shock filled everyone's eyes.

And I, holding that "immediate termination notice," charged straight into the conference room.

At that very moment.

All the company's executives and supervisors were in an early meeting.

My arrival was clearly very inappropriate.

The executives in the conference room frowned one after another, somewhat disgusted with this clueless young woman.

That's right.

Three years as Lucas's mate.

Not a single person in his company knew what his wife looked like.

Including Isabella.

Among those present, only Lucas showed some surprise in his eyes when he saw me.

But he didn't speak.

The first to speak was still the meeting host, Isabella.

Isabella lifted her chin, her sophisticated, mature face expressing utter disdain and impatience: "What's so important it couldn't wait?"

I wasn't polite: "Ms. Rodriguez, did you deliberately fire me because I said you were Mr. Lawson's homewrecker?"

The others present looked at Isabella with slightly surprised expressions.

Isabella's face stiffened, apparently not expecting a small administrative assistant to be so bold.

She narrowed her eyes and said: "Since you already know, why bother asking?"

There was no point in her denying it.

There was plenty of gossip in the company.

To silence the masses, you had to make an example.

And in her view, I was that chicken to be killed to scare the monkeys.

I met Isabella's eyes and raised my voice: "I'm sorry, Ms. Rodriguez. I shouldn't have said you were Mr. Lawson's homewrecker!"

Isabella's expression was somewhat awkward, but she still held firm, crossing her arms and looking down: "Apologizing now is too late!"

I looked at Lucas.

His face was dark, clearly displeased.

But what right did he have to be displeased?

He was the one who lost face first.

I sneered coldly: "It's not too late at all. I'll clear Ms. Rodriguez's name right now!"

I pulled open the door behind me, raising my voice even higher: "Although Ms. Rodriguez knew Lucas had a mate and still slept with him, she's of course not Mr. Lawson's homewrecker! After all, she's about to be promoted to the main position! I, Alpha Lucas's actual mate, am signing divorce papers right now to fulfill your love!"

My announcement made Isabella's face turn from green to white.

The people present also realized my identity.

Isabella too.

Everyone looked at Lucas.

Lucas was already furious. One year of dating, three years as mates... this was the first time I'd seen Lucas angry.

"Have you caused enough trouble!"

How could it be enough?

I wanted to be dignified too.

But you wouldn't let me!

"I have no other demands," I pushed the document in front of Lucas. "Sign it."

Lucas glanced at the document title.

"Divorce Agreement."

He froze.

Isabella's composure had already faltered, but seeing the document, she gained some confidence.

"Youwhat do you mean?"

I looked at her, then at Lucas: "I mean, I'm done playing games with you two."

Lucas stared at the agreement, then looked up at me: "Sophia, are you serious?"

"What else?" I smiled. "I'm not a recycling center. I don't handle garbage."

Isabella's eyes flashed with wild joy, but she suppressed it, leaning close to Lucas and whispering: "She's walking away with nothing. I've read the agreement. You can sign it."

Lucas ignored her, only looking at me: "Think carefully. Rejection"

"I've thought very carefully," I interrupted him. "Compared to continuing as your mate, I'd rather walk away with nothing. But today, I'm only signing the divorce agreement. As for rejection... that's between us, not something to resolve here today. I need time."

I looked at everyone present and raised my voice:

"Everyone here is a witness. Today, I, Sophie, want the divorce. I'm the one who doesn't want him anymore. As for the reason"

The conference room was deathly silent.

I put away my phone and looked at Lucas: "Now, can you sign?"