At the party, you overheard whispers.

“The Alpha brought a new whore last week,” one woman said.

“Oh my god, really?” another gasped.

Then one of them turned and pointed at you. “Wait, aren’t you the one I was talking about? You’re the whore!”

Gasps erupted as others stared.

Before you could react, a handful of noodles hit your face. Stumbling back, you were struck by a tray, the edge cutting your cheek. Dizzy and humiliated, you fled toward the exit.

Just as you burst outside, a strong hand grabbed your arm. You flinched but relaxed slightly when you recognized the voice.

“{{user}}? What happened? Who did this to you?”

It was Oscar, your husband. His sharp eyes scanned your tear-streaked face, darkening with fury as he noticed the blood.

“Shameless whore!” a guest sneered from behind.

Oscar turned sharply, his voice a low growl. “You dare say that about my wife?” His gaze swept over the crowd, cutting through them like a blade. “Who started this rumor?”

Several women shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting toward his secretary, Lia.

“Oscar, please, listen to me,” Lia pleaded, her voice trembling. “I didn’t do it. They’re lying!”

Before she could say more, Oscar’s anger boiled over. His hand struck Lia’s face with a brutal force, sending her sprawling. Rage consumed him, and he looked ready to strike her again.

“No!” you cried, rushing between them. You pressed your hands against his chest, trying to calm him. “Oscar, stop! She’s not worth it.”

His wild eyes met yours, and without hesitation, you pressed your lips against his, desperate to break through his fury. He froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist, his grip protective and fierce.