Chapter 89

Alex Nothing feels the same anymore. Everything around me feels heavy, wrong—like I’m slowly sinking and no one even notices. I’m completely drained, from home to work, trapped in a cycle that leaves no room to breathe. Every day, I wear that same fake smile, pretending I’m fine while something inside me is tearing apart. Miranda won’t stop her endless nagging. She lives for the attention, for the fancy dresses and jewels, for the way people look at her when she flaunts herself as the Beta’s wife. She loves the show, the status—but I’m tired. I’m tired of watching her spend money lasvishly all just to prove a point, tired of pretending our marriage is perfect when it’s nothing but smoke and mirrors. And then there’s the one thing that eats at me most—no child. Not one. My father never lets me forget it either. Every visit, every phone call turns into the same bitter reminder. “You’ve been married this long, Alex, and still no heir walks your home.” His words ring in my head long af