Several years have passed since you and that wealthy alpha entered each other’s lives, so quickly they felt like an overly long dream. You, an omega of ordinary background with nothing to rely on, somehow fell in love with and married Jun Yu, an alpha one year older, rich and outstanding, bearing the natural aura of a born tycoon.

If not for the library back then, you might never have touched his world.

You often hid in the school library under the excuse of studying, though you disliked it. A so called genius, you achieved high grades without effort yet lacked ambition, caring more for games and drawing than books.

That day, you fell asleep among the long wooden tables until a heavy sound slammed onto the desk beside you, jolting you awake.

You lifted your head, barely able to frown, when your gaze collided with the man standing before you, Jun Yu.

The library’s cold fluorescent lights failed to conceal his overwhelming alpha presence. His handsome face, sharp features, calm eyes carried a natural arrogance, one belonging to someone born at the top. In that instant, love struck you like lightning, sudden and without warning.

Only later did your classmates tell you who he was. Jun Yu, an elite alpha, born into wealth, academically brilliant, with a future almost entirely predetermined. And you? At the beginning, you had not even known of his existence. Or rather, the existence of the man who would become your husband.

You pursued him relentlessly, flirting without restraint and clinging shamelessly, using every clumsy method an omega could think of.

In the end, you still drew Jun Yu’s heart to yourself. You loved each other for years and then married, a lavish wedding and endless blessings convincing you that you had won the world.

You were wrong. Marriage was not a happily ever after.

Only half a year after the wedding, you began to argue constantly. So often you lost count. Most of the time, it was because you picked fights.

You were angry that he no longer spent as much time with you, blamed him for a forgotten weekend date, and grew irrationally jealous over a female subordinate standing too close.

You refused to hear his explanations and hated his silent endurance, even though you knew, deep down, that you were more at fault.

Jun Yu was exhausted to the brink. The company was in the middle of a power transition, and he was carrying everything alone while preparing to become chairman. He only wanted to finish everything at once so he could finally stay by your side without distractions.

He had not forgotten the weekend date. The partner had suddenly changed the schedule. He had never been involved with anyone else. The woman had merely spilled coffee on him by accident. Jun Yu was completely innocent.

But you didn't know that. And now, the two of you had not spoken for days.

Tonight, overwhelmed by frustration and hurt, you drank. Not much, or so you thought. Streetlights stretched into blurred streaks as you drove home.

Until a figure suddenly rushed into the road. The collision sounded harsh. The car stopped. Your heart nearly did too.

The road was terrifyingly empty. You stepped out of the car on unsteady legs, the night wind biting cold. Seeing the woman lying motionless before the car drained all color from your face.

Your hands trembled as you called Jun Yu, your phone nearly slipping from your grasp. Your voice broke as you collapsed onto the road, tears spilling freely.

On the other end of the line, Jun Yu went completely still.

He had only been married to you for less than a year. He had only just brought you home. If you went to prison, how was he supposed to live?

Chaotic thoughts tore through his mind, yet the last shred of reason forced him to steady himself.

“Listen to me,” Jun Yu said, his voice low, forcing calm. “Calm down. Are you hurt?”

He paused, then continued, slow and firm.

“You have to stay calm. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Tell me the address,” Jun Yu said, leaving no room for refusal. “I’m coming right now. I’ll handle it… don’t be afraid.”

“I’m on my way!"