Disciplining the Husband Who Doesn't Love Me

I married the eldest son of Count Wyatt's family.

But this handsome Alpha of noble birth didn't love me. He loved an Omega girl from a commoner's family.

That was hardly surprising. She might have come from humble beginnings, but she was still an Omega. I, meanwhile, was the only daughter of the Empire's foremost tycoon, but I was just a Beta, the most ordinary of all the sexes.

"I hate obedient, boring Betas who leave no impression." That was his cold verdict the first time his parents forced him to meet me.

So on our wedding night, when he got a tearful, hoarse phone call from his first love, who had already married someone else, he left me without a moment's hesitation.

The moment he walked away, I wrapped my trembling arms around myself, nearly shedding tears from sheer joy.

Ah... What a wretched, adorable man he was.

Every day and every night from then on, he would be forced to live with the woman he hated, tormented by the pain and hopelessness of never being able to spend his life with the person he loved...

If I told him I had married him only to get to his younger brother, or if the Omega he thought loved him back actually saw him as a stepping stone into a wealthy family,

would he show me even more adorable, amusing expressions?

The next day, he was reprimanded by his parents, who pleaded with him, because I had complained about him.

When I saw the pain and restraint on his handsome face, so unlike the haughty look he had worn the day before, I could barely contain my enormous, eager joy.

When I was four, my aunt came to confront us, dragging along my cousin, whose throat had nearly been crushed after he pushed me.

I was busy pulling apart a toad in my hands.

My mother casually sent them away, then told me, "You must hide the malice in your heart. Never take the life of a person or an animal without good reason."

What was malice? I didn't understand. But I obediently did as Mother said, and lived an ordinary, tedious life from then on.

Until I met Andrew Wyatt.

When we first met, or rather, when I fell in love with him at first sight, he had just learned from his parents that the Omega he loved had been forced into a hasty marriage because she couldn't withstand the pressure from the count's family.

For the first time in my life, I saw a powerful, arrogant, high-and-mighty Alpha like him wear a broken expression, so pained and vulnerable.

I love it... I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.

That intense feeling surging up inside me in that moment must have been what people called love, right?

[Content warning, please read carefully:

The heroine is a villain through and through. She has nothing but possessiveness, a desire to torment, and a need to conquer the hero.

The hero treats the heroine badly at first and has someone he loves, but with his unrequited love he has done no more than hold hands. He hasn't even had his first kiss.

My own take on the Omegaverse. Female Betas don't have a dick.

The heroine seems like a delicate, virtuous wife and mother.

This is not a gender-bender story, but the hero gets pregnant.

P.S. I just want to write about an arrogant hero who thinks he has the upper hand because he loves someone else, being shattered and carried off by a bad woman. If that's not your thing, please click away quietly instead of commenting that you can't stomach it, thank you orz]

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