The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 95

Chapter 89

Alex

Nothing feels the same anymore. Everything around me feels heavy, wrong-like I’m slowly sinking and no one even notices. I’m completely drained, from home to work, trapped in a cycle that leaves no room to breathe. Every day, I wear that same fake smile, pretending I’m fine while something inside me is tearing apart.

Miranda won’t stop her endless nagging. She lives for the attention, for the fancy dresses and jewels, for the way people look at her when she flaunts herself as the Beta’s wife. She loves the show, the status-but I’m tired. I’m tired of watching her spend money lasvishly all just to prove a point, tired of pretending our marriage is perfect when it’s nothing but smoke and mirrors.

And then there’s the one thing that eats at me most-no child. Not one. My father never lets me forget it either. Every visit, every phone call turns into the same bitter reminder. “You’ve been married this long, Alex, and still no heir walks your home.”

His words ring in my head long after he’s gone. I hate it. I hate the pressure, the expectations, the whispers behind my back. I hate how empty everything has become.

Most of all, I hate the man I’m turning into because of it.

Maybe it’s time I stopped living like this, trapped, suffocating in my own life. Maybe I should let loose a bit, try something new instead of circling the same misery day after day. The thought comes quietly, but it grows louder the more I dwell on it.

Perhaps I should get someone else to bear my heir. Since Miranda can’t give me one, what harm would it do to have someone who can? Someone who could ease this weight, this constant frustration. It would solve two problems at once-release and legacy.

Yes… maybe I should find myself a mistress. A woman who actually listens, who knows how to be gentle, who won’t drain the life out of me with her endless demands and cold silences.

When I look at Aina, I can’t help but think-that’s what a real wife should be. Someone calm, loyal, and submissive; someone who understands her husband, not Miranda, who only cares about how the world sees her. As long as she’s got her expensive things and people envy her position, she couldn’t care less about the man standing beside her.

I made a terrible mistake marrying her. I see that now. I didn’t think it through; I only saw what I wanted to see-a beautiful woman, slim and elegant, not the weight of what lay beneath. I thought marrying her would complete me, but all it’s done is hollow me out.

And when I think back, it almost seems like Alpha Osborne had feelings for Aina before I was ever

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paired with her. And I guess rejecting her was the best or he would have forced me to.

But Miranda… she’s not just my wife. She’s the greatest mistake of my life.

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Claird

“When is my mom coming?” I asked Julia, my personal maid, who bowed her head slightly before answering, “She says she’s currently on her way, Luna.”

From the moment I gave birth to Alina, my mother had become a totally different person from the one I knew her to be. Not to me, though-lol-but to Alina. She couldn’t go a week without seeing her, whether through video calls or by coming over from time to time.

She played with Alina in a way I wasn’t used to, but change happens, and I guess that includes my

mom too.

Moments later, she arrived, carrying gifts as usual. The second Alina saw her, she squealed in excitement, “Gianma!” and ran straight into her arms.

I muffled my chuckle as my mom swooped her up effortlessly. “Yes, Grandma is here,” she said, smiling wide and kissing Alina’s cheeks like she always did.

“How’s Dad?” I asked, watching them with a soft smile.

She turned to me, pretending to frown. “You’re seriously asking about your father while I’m standing right here? You didn’t even ask about me.”

I laughed and cleared my throat. “Okay, fine. How are you, Mom?”

“That’s better,” she said with a grin. “Your father and I are doing just fine. But since it’s just the two of us now, the house feels a little boring.”

I raised a brow. “How the tables have turned,” I teased. “You used to pester Josh to leave your husband’s house, but now you’re saying it’s boring?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Well, maybe I did. But still, it’s quiet now.”

“Well, you’re always welcome here whenever you’re bored,” I said, and she smiled warmly.

“Gianpa is fine?” Alina suddenly asked, her small hands tugging at Grandma’s hair.

I laughed. That girl truly loved her grandpa too. Honestly, if both my parents had shown up together, she would’ve gone straight to my father, leaving my mom pretending not to be jealous-like always.

Alina really brought light into my home and heart… into everyone’s life, actually.

While Alina busied herself with her new toys, my mom and I sat down together. She glanced at me

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with that knowing smile of hers.

“You seem to be doing well for yourself,” she remarked, crossing one leg over the other.

I smiled and nodded. “My husband has been good to me,” I murmured softly.

Clank

“That’s good to hear.” She leaned back, satisfaction clear in her tone. Then her eyes suddenly brightened. “Ah, Clara told me some good news, she is actually pregnant!” she said, clapping her hands together in excitement, her face lighting up like she’d just received wonderful news herself.

“Oh, she is?” I asked, my brows lifting in surprise.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes! And that’s actually one of the reasons I’m here. She’s invited me to visit

her pack.”

My eyes widened slightly. Clara’s pack… I’d always wanted to visit, just once. If only Osborne would allow me to go with my mom. But I already knew the answer to that. He wouldn’t let me go alone. He’d insist we go together, and with his workload lately, he had postponed any plans of visiting Clara’s pack, even though they still kept in touch through phone calls.

“Well,” I said, smiling faintly, “I’m happy you’ll get a chance to change scenery. But tell me-who are you leaving your husband for?” I teased, raising a brow.

She waved me off, chuckling. “Oh, come on. Your father can survive two weeks without me.”

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