The Alpha Gave His Ex Everything

My husband is Bren, the Alpha of the Dubois pack.

He's also the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

Outsiders always assume I must be incredibly wealthy after marrying Bren.

Whenever I hear that, I can only smile bitterly.

Later, while organizing files in Bren's study, I accidentally discovered a yellowed gift agreement hidden in the bottom drawer.

It was a breakup settlement Bren had given his ex-girlfriend Vivian for free:

30 million in cash, 2% of the company's equity, and ownership of two commercial buildings in the pack's business district.

I've been married to Bren for seven years, but before our wedding, he had me sign a cold, impersonal prenuptial agreement.

I don't have any assets under my name, let alone any involvement in his business.

Even the villa we currently live in has nothing to do with me.

Just as I'm feeling angry, Bren appears in the doorway and scolds me:

"I told you not to go into my study. You broke the rules again."

I hand him the gift agreement he gave his ex-girlfriend and say calmly:

"Bren, let's get divorced. I want to break our mate bond with you."

He frowns and tears the document in my hands to shreds:

"Just because of this agreement?! I can do whatever I want with my own property. Do I need your approval? Besides, this is all in the past."

With that, he doesn't spare me another glance and leaves the study.

And I simply call my lawyer calmly.

When the divorce lawyer sent over the divorce agreement, she was still trying to convince me:

"Luna Una, are you sure you want to give up all assets? Although you signed a prenuptial agreement, Alpha Bren has always been generous. You can fight for your legal rights."

Hearing the lawyer's words, a bitter smile appeared on my lips.

Legal rights? I actually have nothing.

After marriage, Bren only takes a 0-0 salary from the company each month.

The company's equity distribution was made very clear before I married him.

All core assets belong to him personally and have nothing to do with me.

On our wedding day, he had a professional lawyer present as a witness, while I faced a thick stack of prenuptial agreements.

Actually, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before.

Bren is a natural Alpha leader and businessman, skilled at planning and very rational.

At that time, I loved him as a person, not his wealth, so I didn't care at all.

But it wasn't until I saw how generous he was with his ex-girlfriend that I realized how much of a fool I'd been.

My chest tightened painfully, but I still replied calmly,

"No need. Just proceed with this agreement."

After hanging up with the lawyer, I removed my ring:

Inside the ring was an English inscription: B&V.

Only at this moment did I suddenly realize this was actually an abbreviation for "Bren and Vivian."

This reminded me of three years ago when I accidentally left my ring at an art exhibition.

When Bren saw I wasn't wearing my ring, he immediately lost his temper.

He dragged me to the door. "Why aren't you wearing your ring? Where did you put it?"

The coldness on his face made me panic. I quickly explained:

"I went to see an art exhibition during the day and accidentally left it in the restroom. The staff said they'd bring it tomorrow."

After hearing my explanation, although Bren didn't say much more that night, he had his assistant retrieve the ring from the exhibition staff overnight.

Even this villa we live in was purchased because he had planned to marry Vivian.

Vivian left him but took away assets I could never obtain in my lifetime.

What I'm jealous of isn't just the unfair distribution of assets, but his favoritism toward his ex-girlfriend all these years.

For the next seven full days, he barely spoke a word to me.

He didn't touch any of the breakfasts I prepared.

He didn't even come home two nights.

Thinking of all these past events, numbness and sourness surged through my heart again.

Afraid tears would burst forth, I removed the ring and placed it on the table.

After the lawyer delivered the agreement, I decisively signed my name on the divorce papers and left the villa without looking back.

With a friend's help, I quickly found a suitable apartment.

I've never been picky about living conditions, so that same afternoon I finalized the lease with the landlord.

By the time I finished cleaning thoroughly, it was already nine o'clock at night.

I decided to return to the villa to talk to Bren face-to-face about the divorce and breaking our mate bond.

But I waited until eleven o'clock at night, and Bren still hadn't returned.

I sat blankly in the living room waiting for him.

At one in the morning, Bren pushed open the door, reeking of alcohol.

Seeing me sitting there, he immediately showed signs of impatience.

He took off his suit jacket and casually threw it over the back of a chair, saying coldly to me, "Going to fight again? I don't have time for that."

With that, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and was about to head straight to his room.

The whole time, he didn't glance once at the divorce agreement I'd placed on the table, nor did he say an extra word to me.

My throat tightened slightly, but I still called out to him, "Bren, this is the divorce agreement. Please sign it. Let's get divorced and break our mate bond."

Bren's steps paused slightly. He turned back irritably to look at me.

"Still angry about the breakup agreement with my ex? You're my wife now. Don't you even have that much grace?"

Hearing these words, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

So in Bren's view, the only reason I wanted a divorce was because he gave his ex a breakup settlement?

But if it were really just about money, I wouldn't have chosen to marry him in the first place.

Maybe Bren will never know that I've silently loved him for many years.

I once wrote him 99 love letters but never dared to deliver them personally.

Like a humble observer, I quietly watched everything about him from the sidelines.

I watched Bren fall in love with Vivian, watched Vivian break up with Bren and leave for another pack, watched Bren look utterly devastated.

Not long after, I discovered Bren and I were fated mates.

At that time, Bren took the initiative to ask me to date him. I was beyond thrilledI thought he'd let go of Vivian.

Even if he didn't love me that much, I wasn't afraid. I thought people can change, that my sincerity would eventually move him.

After we started dating, although he rarely took initiative with me, he always maintained a certain politeness.

He spent very little time with me, but he was willing to accompany me to a movie on Valentine's Day.

He'd give me gifts on my birthday, though the gifts were only chosen by his secretary.

But even these small bits of sweetness made me feel very content.

After dating for a year, we got married smoothly.

There was no touching marriage proposal, no romantic wedding.

It was simply because his parents urged him to get married, so he agreed to marry me.

Four years of secret love, one year of dating, seven years of marriage.

Now it's enough. I don't want to continue anymore.

Suppressing the stabbing pain in my chest, I took a deep breath,

"Bren, I really want a divorce."

With that, I stood up first, repeating calmly and firmly, "So, I hope by tomorrow morning, this agreement will already be signed. After that, we'll find a day to break our mate bond."

After saying this, I imitated his usual cold manner, walked past him toward the guest bedroom, and locked the door.

Bren suddenly shouted angrily behind me, "Fine, Una! You want a divorce, right? Okay, I'll sign it right now. Even if you come crawling back begging me later, I won't take you back!"

Soon, the sound of a door slamming came from the next room.

Listening to the commotion outside, even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a dense, stabbing pain in my heart.

Perhaps Bren had long forgotten that during these seven years of marriage, I had begged him in a low voice countless times.

On the first anniversary after our marriage, I pleaded with him to celebrate at the beach.

He agreed readily, but when the appointed time came, he sent me a last-minute message saying he had an emergency meeting that evening.

After that, he never explained again and just hung up the phone directly.

Seven years have passed, and every year I ask if he has time, saying I want to travel somewhere with him.

But every year, he says his schedule is too tight and he has no time.

Just like that, the trips he owes me have been postponed again and again.

Actually, I never understood before why even after years of marriage to Bren, there always seemed to be an invisible wall between us.

Not until that gift agreement surfaced.

Only then did I understandit's all simply because he doesn't care about me at all.

I have to admit one thing:

Where a man spends his money is where his love is.

The next morning, Bren was already gone.

Only the living room remained, littered with shredded pieces of the torn divorce agreement.

Looking at the mess, for a brief moment, I felt somewhat dazed.

Perhaps... Bren isn't really that heartless toward me?

Did he tear up the divorce agreement because he couldn't bear to let me go?

It wasn't until my phone buzzed with a new message that I snapped back to reality.

The message was from a strange girl.

A week ago, she suddenly wanted to add me as a friend on my Ins account.

Her verification message read, "Third wheel, I'm back. Time to return Bren to me, don't you think?"

Out of curiosity, I accepted her request.

Since then, she's been frequently sending me various photos and documents.

Photos of Bren accompanying her to concerts; Video screenshots of the two of them watching fireworks together at the beach;

Even photos of them kissing in a parking lot late at night.

Even that agreement in Bren's studyshe was the one who tipped me off about it.

This time, she sent a photo of Bren sleeping peacefully on a hotel bed, captured from the side.

"I heard you went through Bren's study and saw that agreement. So, have you given up yet?"

"By the way, the jewelry Bren left for youI hope you'll send it for cleaning and disinfection soon."

"I have a cleanliness obsession. I don't like things that other people have touched."

"Making Bren marry you was only because I thought you were clean enough. Men have physical needs, you know. Better he relieves himself with you than goes looking for prostitutes outside."

"Also, you only have three days to get divorced, or I'll go public with our relationship."

"Don't think Bren can't bear to lose you. You have no idea how proactive he is."

"Ever since I returned to Dubois pack, he's been coming to find me almost every day. Alright, enough talking. Bren's about to wake up. We're going to take a bath together."

The messages stopped abruptly there.

And my tears fell one by one onto the keyboard.

Through blurred vision, I forced myself to reply:

"You said you don't like things other people have touched, but over these years, Bren and I have had sex a thousand times already."

After I sent the message, there was no further response from her.

My chest felt suffocated, like being punched into cotton.

That sharp, piercing pain surged up instantly.

No wonder he stormed out in the middle of the night.

At the time, I thought it was because my mention of divorce had upset Bren.

Turns out he was just rushing off to relive old times with his ex-girlfriend.

The last thread in my heart snapped. With trembling fingertips, I sent him a message,

"Bren, are you free today? I want to break our mate bond with you. We can go to City Hall and handle the procedures."

I sent my message a full half hour ago, and Bren still hasn't responded. Calling him goes unanswered too.

Instead, Vivian sent me a voice message.

"Are you annoying or what? Why do you keep calling Bren? Don't you know? Bren and I hate being disturbed when we're alone together."

I suppressed the anger in my heart and replied to her:

"I've already told him I want to reject him. If you don't want to remain nameless forever, have him come back and break the mate bond with me."

Vivian stopped responding.

I really had no patience to wait for Bren's message anymore.

I directly contacted a moving company and started packing all my belongings.

Including all the various gifts I'd given him over the years.

Oil paintings I'd made for him, ties and cufflinks I'd bought him...

He'd thrown all these things in the storage room like garbage.

Since he doesn't want them, I'll throw them all awayalong with the heart that once loved him.

Although I'd lived in this house for seven years, it took only three hours to load all my things onto the moving truck.

As I was leaving, I ultimately couldn't hold back and burst into tears again.

I had just moved to my new apartment and was simply organizing my things.

That's when I received another message from Vivian:

"Come over. Bren is at my hotel suite. He's agreed to break the mate bond."

Looking at this message, my fingers tightened unconsciously around my phone.

In the end, I only replied: "Okay."

Before leaving, I'd already formed a revenge plan in my mind.

I changed into a quick-dry outfit and grabbed a camera with a telephoto lens.

Then I took a taxi straight to the hotel Vivian had sent me.

I'd been humiliated by Vivian for a whole month.

It was time to let her experience what being humiliated feels like.

Even though I knew Bren would be furious and we'd both lose in the end.