Having enjoyed a blissful marriage for two years, I believed my husband's recent grumpiness was merely a temporary phase. Despite not being the wealthiest, he dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his work, and I stood by him, pouring my support into his endeavors. Trustingly, I entrusted our family fortune to help him grow his business without any regrets. My love for him was unwavering, and all I desired was to create a family with him, especially a child to nurture. However, he consistently postponed the idea of having a child until his career felt more secure. I respected his choice and patiently waited. That changed on our anniversary, when an anonymous message arrived – a photo of him in bed with another woman, accompanied by the words, "He has been mine since the start." Three days later, he returned to our shared home for what would be the final time, only to find divorce papers and a necklace he had given to a woman who had saved him a decade ago. The pain and regret that flooded his heart were palpable, but I was nowhere to be found. Fast forward five years, and I've returned to Arizona with four beautiful quadruplets, striking resemblances to the mighty Alpha King. Yet, despite his emotional scars and the constant pain he caused me, it seemed he wasn't ready to let go of the past.
