Chapter 2 — Remarriage With Fallen Alpha

Tham Duc stood in the hallway, his cold eyes fell on my face, carrying the distance of being disturbed. "What are you doing here?" His tone is extremely cold. He has a cold personality and treats others distantly. But after nearly a year of being married to him, as long as the two of us were alone, his attitude was always gentle. Such a cold voice to me, this is the first time. I couldn't help but feel my heart clench, my voice trembling: "I... I came to find you." "I want... hu... un..." "What? I can't hear you clearly." "I said remarry! I want to remarry with you!" I mustered all my courage, closed my eyes and shouted out. The hallway was dimly lit. A flash of surprise flashed in Tham Duc's eyes, so quickly that it seemed like an illusion. He didn't say anything. The air froze, only the airless stuffiness in the hallway and the sound of my heart beating like a drum. He glanced at the half-closed door and reached out to close it. Long legs strode, step by step going down. The movements are neither fast nor slow, carrying invisible pressure. As low pressure gradually builds up before a storm. I held my breath, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my palm. The flashing images of tragic death were still stimulating my nerves. Tham Duc walked in front of me with only one short arm. His eyes locked on me again, the bottom of his eyes cold as deep as lake. "Sorry, Miss To." The tone was calm, each word clear. He paused for a moment, without any emotion, only a cold declaration: "I - a B-level pheromone waste - am not worthy of a big Buddha like you." He said, "not worthy..." Those three words were like heavy ice hitting my heart. The feeling of humiliation immediately engulfed me. My face was burning and hot. After the Tham family filed for bankruptcy, when Tham Duc's glands were damaged, and pheromones from the SS fell straight down, I followed my parents' arrangement and proposed to divorce him. Yet now, less than a week after holding the divorce papers, I shamelessly came to ask for a "remarriage". This is really sudden, and also really insulting. It even made people misunderstand that I was making fun of you. But... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I was because..." I frantically explained, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth. What should I say? Say I see the future? Saying that if I lose my mark and the reassurance of your pheromones, I will die miserably? He's afraid that not only will he misunderstand that I'm joking, but he'll also think that I have a mental illness. I was so anxious that tears filled my eyes. As soon as I blinked, tears suddenly fell. "What are you crying for?" He frowned slightly, his voice carrying a bit of impatience, "Isn't divorce exactly what you want?" His throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pressed his lips together. "We're done." "Go home, this is not where you should go." He nodded slightly, as a farewell gesture. As soon as he turned around, I almost rushed forward, hugged his waist tightly, and cried in a trembling voice: "Don't go!" "I... I really need you!" "After holding the divorce papers, every day I miss you, miss the way we were together, I... I realized I can't leave you, can we remarry? I can't be without you!" Through the thin layer of shirt, the muscles at his waist immediately tightened, carrying an extremely restraining strength. He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling to the hand holding him. In the eyes there is investigation, there is investigation, there is also an underground flow buried deep under the ice. A moment later, he raised his hand and removed my hand little by little. My heart jumped into my throat. He tilted his head and looked back, his black eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. "Based on what?" Thin lips opened and closed slightly. The cold voice was like a knife soaked in ice, piercing the deepest part of my heart. He stopped for a moment, each word was clear, almost cold-blooded, and questioned: "Marriage to you is

What?”“Is it a tool to call if you want to call it, if you want to leave it, then leave it?” He spoke slowly, each word like a knife. "Or do you think that since Tham Duc has fallen, I can leave it to you, the eldest young master of the To family, to arrange things arbitrarily?" "..." All around were dumbfounded. I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word. That's right... Based on what? Tham Duc looked at me speechless, the last remaining wavering in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only silence like a deep lake and... disgust. "Can't answer?" He curled his lips as if laughing, "So remarry?" "No. Can. Any."