The Neglected Omega's Spectacular Tech Comeback

Chapter 8

Word Count: 743 | Released on: 10/11/2026

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r my suit and walked down the leaf-strewn avenue of Federal U

ad graduated from the AI Engineering School at eighteen, I had accepted the

nst my nape, sealing every trace of my Omega scent inside

ng a primary neural network model, my eyes tr

right behind my shoulder. "Always staring at raw cod

standing there with both hands in his s

lic CEO of Marrow Core, Jonathan wore a sharp charcoal suit and his signa

of my mouth r

ill like sneaking

ne from his high-tier Alpha gland barely noticeable under his polite

as he stared at the matte

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a gilded cage as a secretary for five years. He has no clue

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d off my coat and

t on his desk in The Concord. My resignation letter is already o

his mouth, closed it, and then said the thing

't renounce him. You'd be looking at a cleansing, and I'd be sitting in a clinic waiting room for six hours

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as he pushed his glasses up

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of doubt left over from five years of high-compati

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and clapped my

on me. Consider it a cel

o the afternoon sun, my primary phone buzzed with a fran

empty! I was terrified he would fire me on the spot, so I told him you packed in

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Li Zi Hai Shi Xing Fantasy

“For five years, I hid my identity as a genius AI tech founder to be the docile Omega wife and executive secretary to my S-class Alpha husband, Frazier Hodges. On my twenty-sixth birthday, I flew across the ocean to celebrate with him and our five-year-old daughter, Grayce. But I walked in to find them wrapped in his protective pheromones, acting like a perfect family with Charlsie, his high-tier Omega "savior." Frazier coldly canceled our promised dinner because Charlsie's car had a minor scrape. My own biological daughter glared at me with pure hostility, clinging tightly to Charlsie's neck. "I wish Auntie Charlsie was my real mom! You're cold and boring!" When I questioned Frazier, his S-class aura pressed down on me in warning as he openly mocked my pain. "Stop throwing jealous tantrums over every little thing like a child begging for candy." He scoffed and walked out, leaving me alone with a melting cake to escort Charlsie and Grayce to the hospital. I had sacrificed my empire and endured a freezing marriage for a ninety-six percent Resonance match, only to be treated like a disposable nanny and a pathetic nuisance by the family I built. Staring at the ruined cake, my five-year delusion finally shattered. I calmly signed the separation agreement, wired back his thirty-million-dollar trust, and locked my pheromone collar to maximum security. This time, I chose to leave the gilded cage and take back my throne.”