The Neglected Omega's Spectacular Tech Comeback

For five years, I hid my identity as a genius AI tech founder to be the docile Omega wife and executive secretary to my S-class Alpha husband, Frazier Hodges.

On my twenty-sixth birthday, I flew across the ocean to celebrate with him and our five-year-old daughter, Grayce. But I walked in to find them wrapped in his protective pheromones, acting like a perfect family with Charlsie, his high-tier Omega "savior."

Frazier coldly canceled our promised dinner because Charlsie's car had a minor scrape. My own biological daughter glared at me with pure hostility, clinging tightly to Charlsie's neck.

"I wish Auntie Charlsie was my real mom! You're cold and boring!"

When I questioned Frazier, his S-class aura pressed down on me in warning as he openly mocked my pain.

"Stop throwing jealous tantrums over every little thing like a child begging for candy."

He scoffed and walked out, leaving me alone with a melting cake to escort Charlsie and Grayce to the hospital.

I had sacrificed my empire and endured a freezing marriage for a ninety-six percent Resonance match, only to be treated like a disposable nanny and a pathetic nuisance by the family I built.

Staring at the ruined cake, my five-year delusion finally shattered.

I calmly signed the separation agreement, wired back his thirty-million-dollar trust, and locked my pheromone collar to maximum security. This time, I chose to leave the gilded cage and take back my throne.