Spare Me Alpha but I want your Be

After my nemesis fiancé, Harry Skinner, was sent abroad, I turned my attention to the influx of handsome men on Instagram.

I left countless comments on their posts. "Hey, handsome, you're my dream guy."

Then, I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

When I woke up, my phone had exploded with notifications.

First, there was a flood of replies, including one that simply said, "?"

Then, my fiancé reposted countless of my comments, each accompanied by a single "?".

And finally, he messaged me directly. "We are indeed childhood sweethearts, but is this appropriate?"

"Well, so you recognized this is my account, huh? You're lusting after me but too shy to admit it, so you pretend to like others, right?"

"Ivy Gordon, say something!"

"Silence means agreement, right?"

"Fine. I've always known you secretly liked me. Call me honey again, and I will obey you."

"Ah! Even if you're scared of me finding out, you can't say to countless men they are your dream guys."

"I'm heartbroken!"

"What on earth is he getting so worked up about?" I thought.

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"You must finalize the engagement with Ivy by the end of this month."

"Why don't you marry her yourself?"

As I walked over with freshly sliced watermelon, I overheard their argument.

I knew they were arguing again.

This was their tenth fight this month.

I sighed inwardly but kept a smile on my face as I placed the watermelon on the table. "Dennis, you must be thirsty. Have some. It's freshly washed."

"Well, you're such a sweetheart, unlike my son... Hmph!" Dennis shot Harry a cold, disdainful glance before turning to me with a beaming smile he couldn't suppress.

Harry looked flustered the moment he saw me. "You heard all that?"

I nodded and broke the watermelon in half, offering him a piece.

"Want some? It's sweet."