divorce

Alpha woke up from his hangover and opened his eyes.

Yesterday was New Year's Eve. For the whole night, he blocked everyone's news. While drinking, he made calls to his little wife, causing the phone to run out of battery and turn off.

In previous years, New Year's Eve was spent with his little wife and the old man. Without the busy figure in the kitchen and the old man sitting on the sofa, he couldn't even eat.

Alpha's first reaction was to take out the phone, charge it up and look at it.

There is still no news of Xiaojiao's wife, and Xiaojiao's wife has been shutting down the phone.

A deep sense of frustration tormented him.

The little wife has been away for a week.

The more decisive he was, the more Alpha could sense that he was ready to leave after pregnancy.

And he ignored all his sensitive emotions, let him go further and further without knowing it, and missed the opportunity to bring him back.

He thought the divorce was just a petty temper tantrum caused by jealousy from his jealous wife, and she even agreed to him jokingly—what did he think when he heard it?

Alpha couldn't imagine it.

Perhaps from that moment on, Xiaojiao's wife was even more afraid to tell him the truth.

He turned over and saw the vase by the bed.

Inside were flowers that the little wife had cut long ago from the backyard, now withered, with shriveled petals, ugly, lonely, lifeless.

Smelling the faint scent of peaches in the room, Alpha was in a daze, as if he saw his little wife came back from the garden, replaced the dried flowers in the vase, and inserted a bouquet of strelitzia.

He murmured his little wife's name.

When he first learned that he had a fiancée inexplicably, he hated seeing his little wife very much, and he was extremely disgusted. The jokes and teasing made by his friends made him feel even more humiliated.

Moreover, he was forced to marry by the old man. He was very angry. The wedding night was neither serious nor serious. The little wife was hurt so much that she didn't dare to cry. He thought contemptuously. .

After moving in and living together for a long time, he realized that the little wife is different from what he imagined, she is a very comfortable Omega.

He had just grown up when he married Alpha, a small one, so tender that you could pinch water, almost unbearable to touch.

The little wife is a little romantic. Every morning before going to school, she will cut a flower and put it in a vase carefully selected by the bedside in the bedroom. After school, when she is in a good mood, she will hum a tune and cook her favorite meals. ?? Encountering difficulties in schoolwork, the little wife tugged at his sleeves, handed over the book, looked at him with bright eyes, and did not speak. Her eyes were cute, like a deer with clear eyes.

But because he forbids Xiaojiao's wife to announce that she has a relationship with him, Xiaojiao's wife dared not tell him when she was bullied at school. ??His intimate clothes are also organized by his little wife. Every night before going to bed, his little wife will help him match a set of clothes to wear the next day, and arrange them for him to wear. Pay attention to the colors and combinations he likes , pay attention to the weather forecast at any time.

Ever since his little wife slept with him in a separate room, he hasn't been able to sleep well. ??Obviously it was the little wife who couldn't sleep well in the past, and she had to stay by his side to be able to sleep, but then it was the other way around.

...and now he has lost it all.

The word "lost" floated in front of his eyes like a wisp of smoke, but it was still unreal, as if when he turned his head, the little wife was still quietly behind him.

Alpha dragged his heavy body out of bed, trying to find traces of the little wife's existence in the house.

The sweet peach flavor is getting weaker and weaker.

The little wife seldom buys clothes. He bought the clothes in the closet casually. He didn't know what kind of clothes the little wife liked. through.

Not smelling what he liked, Alpha slammed the closet door angrily.

He walked around the empty house, and finally remembered something, and hurriedly pushed away the studio where his little wife used to work at home.

A smell of paint and peaches hits the face.

Alpha doesn't like the smell of paint, so the little wife had no choice but to set up a small studio in the place farthest from the bedroom and study room, connected to a bathroom, and usually take a shower after painting in the studio to wash off her body. The taste dares to come out.

She is obviously his wife, but because of her husband's bad temper, she lives cautiously.

Most of his paintings were sold in the gallery, and some were given to the old man. They were all hung in the old house, and there were few complete ones in the studio.

For the first time, Alpha felt that the smell of paint was not so annoying. He was obsessed with the residual Omega pheromone smell in the studio, and patrolled the studio that he had never visited before, looking for the traces left by his little wife.

Glancing around, he noticed that one of the canvases was obscured.

Alpha lowered his body and lifted the cloth covering it, revealing an unfinished painting slowly in sight.

There were three people in that painting, he, a child, and his wife with a vague face.

It's only half drawn, and it's left here. The date in the lower right corner is more than a month ago.

Among the three, Alpha is the most delicately drawn. In the painting, Alpha looks at his little wife and children with gentle eyes.

Before the little wife finished painting, she seemed to wake up suddenly, feeling that this scene would never happen, paused, and pressed a heavy stroke next to it, so she put it down in a hurry, put it here, and forgot to take it away.

As if looking at it any more would make him sad.

Alpha lightly stroked the blurred outline of the little wife in the painting, dazed.

In the first two years of their marriage, Xiaojiao's wife tried hard to get close to him and let him accept him, but he pushed her away time and time again.

Relying on his little wife's love, he watched him approach him cautiously with cold eyes, but did not give him any hope, and watched him approach and fall down again and again.

The reason is that I don't want to bow to the old man.

It seems that as long as he accepts the little wife, he will lose.

But he clearly... cares about his little wife very much.

You can't see him smiling at others, you can't see him getting close to other Alphas, a little bit of suspicion will make him jealous, and he will lose his temper uncontrollably.

Is it Alpha's instinct to possess Omega?

Alpha always thought it was true, after all, pheromones and lifetime markers affect more than Omega.

He thought that his affection for Xiaojiao's wife was due to his instinct after marking, the attraction of pheromones, and his sense of responsibility after being forced to marry him helplessly.

The moment he saw the painting just now, the trembling in his heart told him it was not.

With his little wife gone for so long, he had enough time to think.

Alpha looked at the unfinished painting of a family of three in his hand, his chest was cold, and there was a stuffy, breathless pain.

He was spoiled by the tenderness and tolerance of his little wife, and he was worried about the old man's arrangements, and he refused to lower his figure and admit some things that had changed long ago.

Suddenly, the word "lost" was no longer ethereal, like a heavy hammer, it woke him up severely.

He understood in that inexplicable embarrassment that what he lost was not a frightened Omega.

But a lover who was completely disappointed in him.