It was already getting dark as I headed home carrying my flowers. This was the house I had bought outright when I first came to Silvermoon Pack. But when I tried to enter my password, the electronic lock let out a sharp error sound.
I frantically contacted the management office. They told me that two hours ago, a man claiming to be my mate had used photocopies of the purchase contract and a forged power of attorney to brazenly change the password and locks. I had my personal property manager come immediately to resolve the issue.
Soon, the door opened.
The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the overwhelming stench of cheap perfume. Walking further in, I discovered Serena had poured an entire bottle of my treasured limited-edition wine—which I’d been saving for a special occasion—into the bathtub and was soaking in it contentedly. She was also rubbing my top-tier French body lotion all over herself. The bottle was nearly empty.
Her son was even worse. He had pulled out my carefully collected, limited-edition signed vinyl records one by one and was using them as skateboards on the living room floor. The record surfaces were covered in scratches.
The precious first-edition books I’d displayed on my shelves, collected from around the world, had their pages torn out by him. He was folding them into paper airplanes and throwing them all over the room.
I was instantly furious, feeling my vision go black with rage.
“Who gave you permission to touch my things?” My roar caught their attention.
Serena just waved the champagne glass in her hand. “I’m the lady of the house now anyway. What’s wrong with getting used to it early?”
Before I could respond, Marcus emerged from the back room, frowning. “What are you doing here?”
I was so angry I was speechless. After a long moment, I said coldly, “This seems to be my house.”
The boy suddenly threw a vase at me. “This is my daddy’s house! This is our home! You get out!”
Serena said to me without any real concern, “Don’t mind him, Aria. Children don’t understand anything.”
She walked over and took the flowers from my hands without even asking. “Did you buy these for Marcus and me? Thank you for the blessing.”
I reached out to grab the bouquet back, but the little brat snatched it away and threw it hard on the ground. “These cheap flowers from the dollar store don’t belong in the mansion where my mom lives!”
Rage instantly shot to my head. I gritted my teeth. “You little shit! This bouquet costs more than your entire outfit. You’re paying me back today!”
Marcus lazily sank deeper into my custom Italian leather sofa like a puddle of mud, rolling his eyes. “Please, Aria. Going crazy over a few broken flowers? It’s just cheap stuff—”
“Cheap stuff?” I grabbed the water-soaked bouquet and slammed it on the coffee table, making him spill the champagne he was drinking. “These are Julia roses, worth three months of your ‘allowance.’ And you—when you were buying limited-edition sneakers with my black card, you didn’t think they were too expensive, did you?”
He shot up, his expensive silk robe’s belt hanging loosely around his waist. “How can you use money to humiliate me? I’m a warrior!”
I sneered and pulled out my phone, shoving the bank statement in his face. “Humiliate? The hundred thousand I spent renting you that Porsche last month, and the fifty thousand you spent on game streamers—I didn’t hear you talking about humiliation then. Now you know about humiliation?”
As I turned to leave, Marcus actually pushed me. “So what if you earn a lot? You don’t even understand basic hospitality. Go open a bottle of Romanée-Conti right now. Don’t make Serena think we’re cheap.”
I stared at his diamond-encrusted watch—my birthday gift to him last year—and suddenly felt utterly ridiculous. “Marcus, enjoying playing the rich man with my money? Starting today, your card limit is zero. Clean up this house, pack your things, and get the hell out of my home!”
Marcus frowned. “Aria, can’t you be reasonable? You’ve been throwing tantrums since the mating ceremony, causing trouble this whole time.”
“Everyone was getting along fine before. There was no conflict. But now you’ve made everything chaotic.”
Soon he sighed again. “After all, the child is innocent. Aria, you’re an adult. Even for the child’s sake, what’s wrong with suffering a little? I’ll make it up to you double later.”
My heart went completely cold. “Last time I’m saying this—clean up the room and get out!”
Looking at his self-righteous face, I suddenly laughed. Ten years of devotion, and I finally saw through his true nature.
At that moment, the boy picked up a piece of the broken vase from the floor and stabbed it hard into my arm. “Get out! You get out of my house!”
I shoved him away hard, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The boy burst into tears, throwing himself into Serena’s arms.
It seemed Marcus had lived here so long he’d forgotten this was my house. He actually planned to live here as a happy family of three with another omega.
Serena’s eyes reddened as she choked out to Marcus, “It’s our fault. We shouldn’t have come. We’ll leave right now.”
But Marcus blocked her path, looking heartbroken.
He said to me somewhat unhappily, “It’s already dark, and Serena has the child with her. Where can they go? Aria, can’t you be more generous?”
I nodded. “Fine. But they have to leave when the sun comes up, or I’m calling the enforcement squad.”
Marcus frowned. “If you insist on making them leave, then I’ll have to go too.”
I laughed. “Good.”
I opened my bedroom door, ready to get some rest.
But what I found inside made my stomach turn.
The bedsheets were wrinkled and messy. The comforter looked like someone had slept under it. Dry, brittle hair was scattered everywhere—the same color as Serena’s. The entire bedroom reeked of her cheap perfume. There were even used undergarments lying around.
I felt instantly nauseous.
Serena had already slept in my bed?
I grabbed my important documents, didn’t even look at them, and quickly walked out, slamming the door behind me.
I’d stay at a hotel tonight. That room was contaminated now. I contacted a cleaning service to thoroughly sanitize my house tomorrow and replace everything inside.
Everything that needed throwing out would be thrown out!
After such an exhausting day, I felt like I was falling apart.
After washing up, I lay down on the hotel bed when my phone rang.
Someone wanted to add me as a friend.
After I accepted, they sent me a bunch of photos.
Every single photo was of Marcus and Serena. They were actually videos of them having sex in my house, with Serena wearing my silk nightgown.
At the end of the photos was a message: “Get it now? Stop clinging to him. He doesn’t love you.”
I felt disgusted and replied: “You can keep both the nightgown and the man. Just get the hell out of my house.”
