My Ex-Husband Moved in Next Door [GB]

[Female Alpha, Male Omega]

My ex-husband was a researcher, stiff and boring, and decent-looking, but I got sick of the sight of him.

I never touched him.

Our marriage was arranged by our families, so I couldn't refuse. But the next year, he still hadn't gotten pregnant, and my mother agreed to let me divorce him.

He agreed easily enough.

Once I was single again, I was happy every day.

I heard something had happened to his family and that they owed a lot of money. I didn't know the details, because we had never kept in touch.

It wasn't until a neighbor suddenly moved in across the hall that I found out his family really had fallen on hard times. He was even renting his home.

A friend told me my ex had been fired from the institute for seducing his supervisor.

What a joke. He doesn't even know how to seduce me.

When we met again later, he'd lost a lot of weight. His waist was so slim I could hardly get my hands around it. He looked exhausted, gaunt, and pitiful.

I felt sorry for him for a while, then forgot about him.

But before long, he knocked on my door, dressed in very little, his face flushed as he asked, “I can't afford suppressants. Could I ask you to... mark me?”

All right.

Prejudice is a mountain in the human heart. I admit it: he can still seduce me.

I decide to remarry him and give him another child. That way, my mother will help him.

Screenshot saved as evidence on October 3, 2025.

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