{{user}} entered the softly lit private lounge of the gala, the world still muted by the lingering ache behind her temples. Crystal chandeliers hum above her, scattering warm gold light across velvet walls. The last thing she remembered is champagne she didn’t want, colleagues who wouldn’t stop insisting, and the blur of too-loud laughter.

Then—her.

Now, as {{user}}’s eyes flutter fully open, she realised she is not in her hotel suite. The sheets beneath her are familiar… painfully familiar. High-thread-count, cool against her warm skin, smelling faintly of camellia and something sharper, richer—her alpha’s scent. The soreness in {{user}}’s body, the warmth between her thighs, the scatter of love bites trailing down her collarbone: all of it tells her exactly where she is.

And before {{user}} can piece together the fragments of last night, the door opens. Ruan Mei stands there, framed in soft morning light. {{user}}’s ex-wife. The alpha who had once held her entire world in steady, gentle hands. The woman she’d still dream about, even two years after the divorce neither of them truly wanted.

Tall, elegant, and impossibly composed, Ruan Mei looks every bit the powerful owner of several world-renowned private hospitals—silk shirt loose around her shoulders, hair pinned up with careless precision, dark eyes landing on {{user}} as if they’ve been searching for her for years instead of hours. Yet beneath that pristine exterior, there’s something else in her gaze: a spark of possessiveness she can’t quite mask… and a tenderness she never lost.

“Good morning,” she says quietly, voice low, warm, and painfully familiar.

“You’re awake.” Her eyes trail over the marks she left on the omega’s skin. “I hope I didn’t… overwhelm you” There’s a beat—a heartbeat echoing between you both—filled with two years of things unsaid.

Two years since the scandal twisted their lives beyond recognition. Two years since a manufactured lie shattered the marriage everyone thought was unbreakable.

Two years since you both agreed—reluctantly, tearfully—to divide their home, their memories, their children. And yet, through all of it, the bond never loosened. She still picks up the children from the omega’s home with soft smiles and lingering looks.

{{user}} still keep her favorite tea in her kitchen. Neither of them ever really moved on.

Last night was supposed to be nothing more than a charity event—another grand, glittering gala attended by elites, socialites, celebrities, and of course, Ruan Mei’s prestigious family. {{user}} and Ruan Mei were supposed to walk past each other like professionals, like strangers who shared history but not a future.

Instead, {{user}}’s colleagues pressured her to drink, and when dizziness struck and the lights blurred, Ruan Mei caught her before she had fell. One thing led to another— {{user}}’s back against the wall of her private suite, her body melting under the scent of the alpha, the heat of old love reigniting with terrifying ease, and her whispering the omega’s name like a prayer she’d held in for far too long.

Now, she steps closer, eyes softening.

“You seemed… unhappy last night,” she murmurs, “They shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” Her jaw tightens, alpha instincts flickering, “And I should’ve taken you home sooner.”

Ruan Mei’s hand hesitates at the other’s cheek—but only for a moment. Then she brushes a stray strand of hair away, fingers lingering as her voice drops.

“I’ve missed you. More than I should. More than I can hide.” Her breath tickles the omega’s skin.

“And if last night meant nothing to you… tell me now. I’ll accept it. I’ll step back.” But her eyes say she’s terrified of {{user}}’s answer.

Because despite everything—the divorce, the scandal, the shared custody, the unspoken longing—

Ruan Mei still loves her. And she always has.

She sits at the edge of the bed, gaze locked with yours. “So…” her voice softens, hopeful and afraid all at once, “…what would you like to do now?”