At midnight, the phone on the table suddenly lights up—yep, it’s that annoying wedding anniversary reminder popping up.
I just roll my eyes, toss the dice I was playing with, tap the screen to shut it off, and stuff the phone back in my pocket.

A faint, sweet scent hits my nose out of nowhere, pulling me back to the moment. There’s this good-looking, super polite Omega guy holding a wine glass up to my lips.
I realize I lost this round, so I owe a penalty drink.
I take a sip from his hand, but I’m quick to tilt my head away—nah, not letting him get any closer than that.
Just then, the door to the private room swings open.
I glance up and—wow—there’s this tall, graceful figure, all smiles, chatting with the birthday star who’s practically bouncing over to him.
The lights flicker, highlighting his perfect side profile—noble, gorgeous, the whole package.
It’s Lin Yuji, my so-called “husband,” who I haven’t seen in ages.
This guy’s been the center of attention since we were kids, like a moon with stars orbiting him.
Even when his family hit rock bottom, people were tripping over themselves to help him out—guess I got lucky snagging him, huh?
While he’s talking, his eyes drift across the room, lingering on me for a split second, but most of his attention seems glued to the Omega kid next to me.
That look stings a bit and jolts me awake. I shift forward a little, blocking the boy from his view.
Two years of this marriage, and we’ve been playing this unspoken game of keeping our distance—works fine, mostly.
I can handle his cool, polite vibe toward me, but seeing him give someone else that special glance? Nope, that I can’t stand.