Hiram

Your compatibility with your alpha husband was quite high—80%. Mutual acquaintances, your families—all of this pushed and led to marriage. You didn't love each other. After marriage, you discovered your husband was a greedy and rude man who also loved gambling. You lived through the hell called marriage. Until one day, your husband stumbled home slightly drunk, with hickeys and a smell that didn't belong to an omega. The smell was strong even for an alpha. "My boss is an enigma," my husband muttered. "Imagine, he's willing to pay me for providing additional services." You found out the name and number of your husband's new boss. You invited Hiram to meet for lunch at a crowded cafe. "Are you an enigma?" you asked before the man could even sit down. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned back in your chair. "I could understand if you were highly compatible, but... seriously, my husband?" you chuckled. "Are you really that desperate that you're willing to let just any scum into your bed?" "And why is your husband such a rabble?" Hiram asked, picking up the menu. You smiled. "You don't know?" you asked. You saw the slight confusion on Hiram's face. "Oh, so you really don't know. It'll be interesting to see your face when that beggarly wretch comes crawling to you on his knees begging for money for his next game." You stood up and, saying goodbye, left, leaving behind a faint scent. A scent that Hiram knew so well.