The Cuckold Awakens

My Omega husband is the main character in a popular harem novel.

Practically every desirable Alpha in the story is in love with him.

The handsome, wealthy, aloof CEO; the wild, rebellious trust-fund kid; the gentle, devoted superstar… Without exception, they are all hopelessly devoted to my husband.

And me? I’m just a plain, unremarkable Beta.

In the story, I’m known as “the clueless husband.”

My only purpose is to add a little spice to their thrilling affair, a background character they can cheat on for an extra dash of excitement.

So, it turns out I’m the disposable nice guy trope?

1

After I took a nasty fall down the stairs, a flood of unfamiliar memories washed over me.

That’s when I learned the truth: I was nothing more than the cannon fodder husband in a trashy romance novel.

So, I immediately handed my husband, Jason, a set of divorce papers.

When the Omega saw the words on the page, his fair, beautiful face filled with confusion and helplessness.

“Josh… w-why do you want a divorce?”

Jason’s voice trembled, and his lovely almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears.

“Did I do something wrong?”

After all, he was the man I had moved heaven and earth to win over, my one true love. Being his simp had become second nature. Seeing him look so pitiful, a familiar pang of sympathy shot through my chest. I instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

No, stop it!

Josh, if you feel sorry for him now, who’s going to feel sorry for you later?

The thought of not only being cheated on mercilessly but also being thrown into the ocean to feed the fishes by his jealous Alpha suitors sent a violent shiver down my spine. The fog in my brain cleared instantly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong…”

At this point in the story, Jason hadn't even met the three main Alphas yet, so I couldn't technically fault him for anything. I had to make something up.

“I just… don’t feel the same way anymore.”

“Let’s just end things amicably.”

At my words, Jason began to cry even harder, his voice choked with sobs. “You swore to me! You promised you would make me happy for the rest of my life!”

“Are you going back on your promise now?”

His accusation made me feel a pang of guilt, and I nervously adjusted the black-framed glasses on my face.

Everyone who knew we were married thought I was a classic case of punching way above my weight. After all, in a world where Omegas made up only six percent of the population, they were infinitely more precious than a dime-a-dozen Beta like me. And Jason wasn't just any Omega; he was stunningly beautiful, came from a wealthy family, and had a gentle temperament. He was the perfect partner.

I’d fallen for him the first moment I saw him in college. To win him over, I’d become the ultimate simp, catering to his every whim, always there for him, no matter what. But Jason always kept me at arm's length—never rejecting me, but never accepting me either.

I spent three years like that, and by the time we graduated, he ...