I was seated at a bar, drowning myself in alcohol, letting the mascara streak down my face.After I left home, this was the only place I could think of. The only way I could numb the pain. But no matter how much I drank, the ache inside me refused to fade.“That’s enough alcohol for today, don’t you think?”I turned around at the voice behind me. An old, rough-faced gentleman sat in one of the pub’s corners behind the counter, his eyes fixed on me.“Let me guess—you just got your heart broken, and now alcohol is the only solution to forget him, right?”I gave him a weak smile. I appreciated the distraction. “Thank you, but I have no interest in having this conversation.”“I know,” he said, “but drinking won’t fix heartbreak. Making money, building yourself up—that’s the best way to move on.”I fully turned to him. “How do I make money when I have nothing? I’m just a nobody. No degree, no job, no home. Just an ex-housewife, an omega rejected and divorced… and pregnant.”His eyes widene
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