ALPHA FOR HER; MY HUSBAND'S SON IS MY MATE

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA.

When he treats you like a fool, stay and accept that that's what you are… when he brings another woman in, stay, because you enjoy being a bitch and having your self-worth crushed—crushed until the dust mocks you. When he ignores you like a piece of shit, just look at him like a dummy and stay, because who needs emotional validation anyway? But when you end up in his bed, curled up in a moment that you know was just a thing of spur, and he blames it on you, keep his head in a damn washing machine until his brains are snow white, and hand him a divorce paper, call him a fucking son of a bitch, and any other words you find suitable.

Siena stood in front of the mirror, her hand holding a lipstick as she drew a heart on the mirror. When she was done, she held her thumb to the mirror, sticking it in the middle of the heart and tracing a straight line down it.

Today, she was going to surprise her beloved husband—he was never going to see it coming, or maybe he had always imagined it but never thought that it would be coming from her. But surprise, she caught him first before he could propose a divorce; she was helping him discard her. He'd better be grateful tonight.

Her red stiletto heels clicked slightly on the Calacatta marble floor on her way to exit the room; her presence spoke of defiance—more than the usual stay-at-home, ignorant wife she usually was. She had never dressed in such a manner because her husband's parents would see her as a bitch; they wanted her docile, dressed like a nun, cooked like a KFC chef, and as dumb as a brick. But today, things took another round—it was her husband's birthday. She was used to staying at the far end of the walls, hearing their whispers about her as she drowned in pity, but today she was really going to show them what they have been craving to see.

She grabbed the envelope on her doorstep as she made her way out of the room. She could hear the cheers down, glass clinking, and soft tunes playing in the room as she walked down the stairs. A soft smile formed on her heart-shaped lips as she felt heads turn to her, but she only maintained eye contact with one—the man who was the reason everyone was gathered here, the asshole who called sex with his wife a mistake, the beautiful bastard she had once been in love with… "Oh fuck me," she cursed inwardly.

“What was wrong with her?"

“Why is she suddenly dressed in that?"

“Does she think she can impress Sebastian by looking like a whore?” Her eyes snapped to the woman who had said that, and fear sauntered down the woman's body, before she continued walking to Sebastian, whose face held no emotion—a beautiful blonde, the woman who had saved him from an accident when he was a teen, his true love, clinging to him like a koala, something Siena could never do.

“Hi, husband." Even with her on heels, Sebastian was still taller. “You should let him go now; I would take it from here, sweetheart." A wider smile formed on Siena's face as she pulled Erica's arms away from Sebastian, hugging him instead. “How do I look tonight?" She looked up at him, her hand tracing curvy lines along his back.

“What are you doing?" he asked, and Siena gave a fake frown. "Don't you like surprises?”

"Dressing like a…" he trailed off, and she did well to complete it for him. “Hooker… Don't you like your women in almost see-through dresses?”

"Your boobs are spilling out,” he commented, his brow furrowed as his eyes lingered on her chest, with her boobs almost pushing out of the strapless, sleek, sequined red gown, which hugged her body beautifully, showcasing a perfect hourglass figure. Her black hair is styled in flowing curls that stop at her lower back, light strands falling slightly to her face.

He was shocked to find her dressed like this, the fact that she looked overly confident tonight. The Siena he knew was the meek wife who would always blush and stutter at the sight of him. But this Siena, looking like the human version of Jessica Rabbit, seemed totally different, like she was on drugs, she was looking him straight in the eyes, her tone more polished.

He had never let her get this close; she was not worth being this close to him. But something snapped that morning when he woke up to see her beside him. He doesn’t love her, nor does he hate her, but he has a mission. He had wanted their separation ever since the day his grandfather had forced him to marry her on the damn altar for CEO's position. He made a deal with his grandfather that if Siena didn't give him a boy child in a marriage that would last eight years, they were going to split…all he had to do was ignore her presence; it was going so well until he had a taste of her. She wasn’t what he wanted; he wanted another.

She was just a sheep, with unclear vision, wearing those round old glasses that would drop to her nose, freckles splattered across her face, with those blue innocent eyes that once irritated him. But now, what changed? He was staring into those eyes as she wasn’t wearing any glasses, her closeness now making him damn hot. Was it because of the mistake two nights before? No, he was in love with Erica. He had apologized to Erica for what happened, claiming it was Siena who had drugged him. “Aren’t they pretty?” She stared down at her cleavage before smiling back at him. “Can you remember how you sucked on them so well days before?”

“What is wrong with you?” He was meant to be pushing her away, but he loved the feel of her body pressing into his as people’s light gossip about her filled the room, and for the first time, he wanted to gauge their eyes out.

“Yeah…what is wrong with me?” Her eyes suddenly went wide before she placed a thumb on his lips, kissing that same thumb. “This dress is not all the surprises I have for you tonight.” As soon as she said that, she pulled away. The next minute, the large door flew open, and the press rushed in. The guards tried to hold them back, but it felt like holding a group of mad people who had set their cameras ready quickly, flooding the room.

“Let them be; they are my friends…I want the world to see the kind of surprise I would love to give my beloved husband on his birthday…” she paused, “Other women can do the same too….”

A maid walked to them with a silver platter in her hands. “Here comes the surprise. I would love to make a toast first. Who doesn’t like suspense?” She chuckled as she took a glass of champagne from the waiter, mouthing a thank you.

“What is wrong with her?”

Sebastian could only stare, different thoughts going through his mind but not showing on his face. “To my sweet husband, Sebastian Harper. The man who taught me patience, the man who showed me how much of a sweet fool you could be if you give your heart to a nobody…” she scoffed, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, regretting the damn five years she had wasted with him. But no, she won’t spoil her makeup because of a sick man.

“To the man who showed me most movie characters portrayed as being invisible were real…” she shook her head. “Can y’all believe I gained superpowers in my own home? I became invisible to my husband. He could see other women and hold them closely, but if he did the same to me, his hand wouldn’t get through my body.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened from where he stood, and Erica’s fists clenched, her body shaking with immense anger, like if she had a gun, she wouldn’t think twice before shooting Siena dead.

“But now, he, my sweet husband, has bitten far more than he can chew…” she stared back at Sebastian, a deadly grin forming on her face as she took seductive steps back to him. Her long white legs through the slit of her gown spoke of nothing but grace. Leaving the glass cup she held earlier, it came crashing to the floor. “Oops, that’s our marriage,” she said before pulling out the folded envelope right from the opening of her chest, taking the silver platter from the maid.

“This is my gift for you, Sebastian Harper... Divorce papers served on a silver platter,” she whispered the last sentence, the smile recoiling on her face, leaving her with dead eyes. “Why don’t you have a bite…I am doing you a favor. I know who you love; I know I’d be in no way near your heart, but I don’t want that anymore either. I know someday you’d give me this. With tears in my eyes, I’d be begging you not to, but I couldn’t let you have the last word, or can I, my friends?” she turned to the press before turning back to Sebastian, who seemed dumbstruck.

“Now sign the damn divorce papers; I have somewhere to be, love.”