After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 1

It was a pitch-black night. The streets were deserted, with no pedestrians and no vehicles in sight. Only the dim glow of scattered streetlights cast a hazy yellow over the surroundings.

Luo Yunye sped down the main road in her sedan. The man she loved had collapsed and been rushed to the hospital, and she was racing to get to him.

As she made a sharp turn at an intersection, a dump truck suddenly barreled toward her.

Maybe the driver didn’t expect anyone to be speeding down the road this late at night. He didn’t slow at the red light, clearly planning to blow through it. Only when his sleepy eyes finally registered the car up ahead did he hit the horn—a piercing blare that tore through the silence.

Luo Yunye hadn’t expected the truck to show no sign of slowing down. As it hurtled toward her, she could only watch, helpless, knowing she had no way to dodge it.

In that instant, her bl00d surged, her heart pounding like a war drum. A blinding light flashed across her eyes. Instinctively, she turned her head and raised a hand to shield her face.

Bang!

Her car was sent flying. It flipped several times before landing on the ground with smoke billowing from its hood.

Luo Yunye blinked slowly through the pain. Her own ragged breaths echoed in her ears. She could make out the dump truck driver scrambling out of his cab and running toward her, panic written all over his face. She felt a warm liquid trickling down from her head, the sharp scent of bl00d thick in the air.

Her body ached all over. She struggled to breathe. Before the driver even reached her, her eyelids grew heavy and drifted shut.

In her mind, the system progress bar ticked to 100%. Luo Yunye’s soul detached from the original host and returned to the space between missions.

The pain and dizziness from the real crash still lingered, leaving her dazed for a while. But before she could catch her breath, the system chimed in to assign her a new mission.

“This will be your final task. Complete it, and you can keep this identity—live the life you want.”

Hearing that, Luo Yunye stopped massaging her temples and looked up, confirming once more, “So after this, I’ll finally be free?”

“You could put it that way. Ready to load in?”

Still lying on the ground, breath uneven, Luo Yunye didn’t hesitate. If this new mission meant she could escape the pain and finally be free, she was more than willing. She tapped Yes without a second thought.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself in a spacious, brightly lit room. Her vision slowly sharpened. She was seated before a vanity, clad in a pristine white wedding gown. A makeup artist was working on her face.

The data for the new host loaded in her mind—the progress bar climbing steadily to 100%.

To help her integrate more easily into each role, the protagonists in these books always shared her name. This time, she’d entered the story as a “stand-in scumbag Alpha bride.”

The original host’s half-sister, Luo Yunyi, and the Qin family heir, Qin Yiwan, had been childhood sweethearts. Their engagement had been arranged years ago. If things had gone as planned, their wedding would have been the grandest event in A City’s history.

But, of course, things didn’t go as planned—because something always does go wrong. A month ago, Qin Yiwan had been in a car crash that left her in a vegetative state.

Cue the original host’s grand entrance.

Her parents divorced when she was eight. She’d been raised by her mother, while her father only sent money—never once bothering to visit.

After Qin Yiwan’s accident, Luo Dongbin approached her. He promised that if she agreed to marry into the Qin family in her sister’s place, she’d live a life of luxury.

The original host was no fool—sharp and ruthless by nature. After replacing Luo Yunyi and marrying into the Qin family, she quickly won over Qin Yiwan’s mother and gained her trust.

Once she got control of the family assets, she grew arrogant. She started openly fooling around with her first love in Qin Yiwan’s hospital room. Worse, she even plotted with him to poison Qin Yiwan—right in front of her unconscious body.

But what she didn’t know was that she was merely a side character, and no side character can ever defeat the protagonist’s plot armor.

After viciously tormenting Luo Yunyi (one of the heroines), the supposedly comatose Qin Yiwan miraculously woke up. Between the tangled web of misunderstandings and intense love-hate with Luo Yunyi, she still managed to gather evidence of the original host’s crimes and handed it all to the police.

Just like that, the original host was tossed in prison.

She later heard that her so-called beloved married someone else. Combined with being bullied by other inmates, her personality turned twisted and volatile. In one brawl, she beat a fellow inmate to death and was sentenced to execution.

A poetic ending that had readers cheering.

If Luo Yunye hadn’t just become her, she might have clapped too.

Unfortunately, she had become her—and she wasn’t fond of that ending.

Luo Yunye had played countless villainesses across various stories, all meeting tragic, horrific ends. Not one of them had died peacefully.

But this—this was supposed to be her last mission…

“What’s the task this time?” she asked.

“Mission: Find the person responsible for Qin Yiwan’s car accident and wake her up.”

“That’s it?”

She thought she’d have to suffer till the end again, but if all it took was finding the culprit and waiting for Qin Yiwan to wake up, then her freedom was practically guaranteed.

Luo Yunye let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her mood instantly lifted.

“Thank you for your service to the Book Traversal Bureau. For this mission, you may act freely. Unit 001 will assist you however it can.”

“Sure,” Luo Yunye replied, not getting her hopes up. It always said it would help—but when she actually needed it, the system loved to play dead.

Still…

She didn’t have to follow the plot like a desperate lapdog. She could act however she wanted. That meant this time—the ending was hers to rewrite.

Once she’d finished reviewing the original host’s memories and her objective, Luo Yunye finally looked up to study the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror.

The original host had a flawless oval-shaped face, alluring fox-like eyes, graceful willow-leaf brows, a slim, straight nose, and perfectly sculpted lips that glistened like rose petals. Her features were exquisite—downright stunning.

Luo Yunye raised an eyebrow. She liked this face.

The only issue? The makeup was way too safe and soft. She reached up and gently stopped the makeup artist’s hand mid-eyeliner stroke.

The makeup artist—a timid omega—flinched at the unexpected touch. Her eyes darted to Luo Yunye’s blank expression, and she stammered, “M-Miss Yunye? ”

“I’ll take it from here.”

Luo Yunye offered a small smile, then took the eyeliner pen. In one smooth motion, she extended the upward flick at the outer corner of her eye, emphasizing the seductive sharpness of her fox-like gaze. The soft roundness of her inner corners contrasted beautifully with the elongated edges, giving her a sensual, dangerous allure.

She then reshaped her brows with confident strokes. The makeup artist stood frozen, wide-eyed. She’d never dared to apply such bold makeup herself—one wrong move and it could ruin the whole look. Yet Luo Yunye executed each stroke flawlessly. Eyeliner, brows, contour—everything elevated. The entire style now looked sophisticated and daring.

The makeup artist broke into a cold sweat, suddenly fearing for her own job security.

Knock, knock, knock…

The sharp rap on the door startled her even more. She turned toward it just as the door opened.

Luo Yunyi stood there, dressed in an elegant white gown. Her long hair was pinned into a neat updo, a few soft strands framing her face. She looked gentle and poised—more mature, more serene than the second Miss.

But in terms of beauty?

The second Miss still stole the show.

The makeup artist greeted politely.

Luo Yunyi nodded gently and asked in a soft voice, “Is the makeup finished? The Qin family’s wedding convoy is already waiting downstairs.”

The makeup artist glanced nervously at Luo Yunye and stammered, “Yes… it’s done.”

Luo Yunyi’s gaze fell on the wedding gown Luo Yunye was wearing, and her eyes dimmed slightly. She said softly, “Could you give us a moment? I’d like to speak with Yunye alone.”

The makeup artist had long heard the gossip—how Luo Yunyi and Qin Yiwan were childhood sweethearts, how one became a vegetable after a car crash, and now the half-sister was being sent to marry in her place. The drama of wealthy families never ceased to amaze.

Judging by Luo Yunyi’s expression, she clearly hadn’t let go of Qin Yiwan. And everyone knew alphas losing their minds over an omega they loved wasn’t uncommon.

Hopefully, these two sisters wouldn’t end up fighting. The makeup artist let out a shallow breath, bowed respectfully, and exited, closing the door behind her.

The room fell silent, leaving only the two sisters inside. Luo Yunyi stood at the door, watching Luo Yunye—sitting gracefully before the mirror in her pure white wedding dress, adjusting her earrings.

She had always known her sister was beautiful. When Luo Yunye first entered A University, she immediately became the object of affection for many omegas. Even dressed plainly, there were always admirers hoping to be her girlfriend.

But now, seeing her in a wedding dress—she was nothing short of breathtaking.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Luo Yunye, though seated and technically in the lower position, looked up at her with a gaze so aloof and powerful, it felt like a god looking down to pass judgment—calm, distant, and strangely oppressive.

Luo Yunyi’s heart skipped a beat. She looked away, suddenly uneasy.

She stepped forward to adjust the veil, and when she glanced down, she noticed the striking ruby necklace around her sister’s slender neck—a gift from the Qin family for their incoming son-in-law.

Luo Yunyi’s expression darkened, and she began to speak as if to herself, “I used to imagine so many times what it would be like to wear this wedding dress and marry Wanwan… I never thought that the one walking down the aisle would end up being you.”

Once, she’d felt guilty toward this half-sister. But at this moment, all she felt was jealousy and resentment.

Luo Yunye could hear the bitterness in her tone. She smiled faintly and rose slowly, turning to face her.

She was taller than Luo Yunyi, and now at such a close distance, the pressure was palpable. Luo Yunyi instinctively took a step back, suddenly tense.

Her alpha sister had always been as dangerous as she was beautiful.

Luo Yunyi remembered back in college when Luo Yunye had once gotten into a fight over an omega. She had sent another alpha to the hospital.

“If you really wanted to marry Qin Yiwan, I wouldn’t be standing here today,” Luo Yunye said coldly. She grabbed Luo Yunyi’s arm and yanked her forward, towering over her. “So spare me the pitiful nonsense. No one wants to hear it.”

With a flick of her hand, Luo Yunyi stumbled back two steps and fell to the floor, looking up with wide eyes, seeming both fragile and indignant.

“I did want to marry Wanwan… but Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me,” she said softly, eyes welling up. “They never understood how much I loved her. They never cared what I wanted…”

Luo Yunye’s brow furrowed at the first word, and by the third sentence, her patience had worn thin. She lifted the hem of her gown and stepped toward her sister.

Luo Yunyi looked up in a daze, eyes glistening. When Luo Yunye extended her hand, she thought she was going to help her up.

But the next second—a crisp slap rang out through the room.

Luo Yunyi had never been struck before. Her cheek burned hot, and she was frozen in place, tears suspended on her face like glass.

It took her a long moment to react. Clutching her cheek, she burst into tears and stared at Luo Yunye. “You hit me? How dare you hit me? Even Dad never laid a hand on me—”

Luo Yunye raised her hand again, and Luo Yunyi immediately shut up. Her lips trembled as she held back more tears, eyes brimming with fury and grievance.

Luo Yunye crouched down, gripped her chin, and forced her to look up. Her smile was cold and vicious. “You and your mom stole everything that was supposed to be mine. Remember this—taking Qin Yiwan from you? That’s just the beginning.”

“You wish!”

Luo Yunyi lashed out, but Luo Yunye caught her wrist with ease.

The alpha strength in Luo Yunye was overwhelming. Despite also being an alpha, Luo Yunyi was as weak as an omega in front of her. Her wrist throbbed with pain, her brows furrowing as tears almost spilled.

Luo Yunye tossed her aside, lightly patted her cheek—a gesture both mocking and taunting—then stood, lifting her gown and walking out gracefully.

As soon as she opened the door, the Qin family’s butler was already waiting. Seeing her, he paused for a moment. Her makeup stunned him.

Luo Yunye smiled and asked, “Butler Lin, how’s my makeup today? Pretty?”

He quickly recovered and gave a polite smile, dodging the question. “Second Miss, the wedding cars are ready downstairs.”

“Oh?”

Luo Yunye replied mildly, one hand lifting her skirt, the other resting lightly on the banister as she made her way down unhurriedly. Her gaze swept over Luo Dongbin and his second wife, Liu Chuyi, who were waiting below.

Luo Dongbin frowned the moment he saw her makeup. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, he stormed over and grabbed her arm, lowering his voice in scolding urgency.

“What kind of makeup is this? Today may be your wedding day with Wanwan, but Wanwan’s still lying in bed, unconscious. If you go around looking like this, what will the Qin family think?”

Luo Yunye was already irritated by the old man grabbing her arm. She shook him off in disgust and even brushed off her sleeve. Then she looked at him with eyes full of boredom and disdain.

“Why would I care what they think?”

Luo Dongbin was stunned, caught off guard. By the time he found words, she was already walking away. With Butler Lin trailing behind her, he couldn’t say more and clenched his fists in frustration, vowing to deal with her after the ceremony.

“Where’s Yunyi?”

Liu Chuyi looked up at the second floor. “Didn’t she say she was going up to talk to Yunye? Why hasn’t she come down yet?”

As she spoke, Luo Yunyi appeared at the top of the stairs—one hand pressed to her cheek, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Liu Chuyi gasped and rushed over. She gently pulled Luo Yunyi’s hand away from her cheek, revealing a vivid, red handprint already starting to swell. Covering her mouth in shock, she asked, almost in disbelief, “She… she hit you?”

“Mm…”
Tears shimmered in Luo Yunyi’s eyes, on the verge of falling. Spotting Luo Dongbin nearby, she walked over to him, crying, “Dad… Yunye hit me…”

Tears she’d been holding back for a long time finally spilled down her cheeks. Luo Dongbin’s heart twisted with pain as he quickly reached out to wipe them away.

“She’s completely out of control! How dare she hit you? Just wait until the wedding’s over—I’ll deal with her then!”

In the main bridal car, Luo Yunye settled into the back seat. Butler Lin took the front passenger side. When he saw her close her eyes to rest, he occasionally stole glances at this alpha who was soon to become the Qin family’s son-in-law.

According to the dossier, Luo Yunye had just turned twenty this year. She was a third-year AI major at A University, consistently at the top of her class, a regular scholarship recipient, and a very popular alpha on campus. She’d only dated once, and the relationship lasted just a month.

In this era where alphas were abundant and omegas scarce, few alphas drew much attention. But Luo Yunye—beautiful, confident, striking—was a rare exception. In fact, she was more popular than most omegas.

That’s part of why the Qin family had agreed to her marrying Qin Yiwan.

After all, the Qin family wasn’t lacking in wealth, and they didn’t need the Luo family’s backing.

Luo Yunyi might have been the alpha promised to Yiwan since childhood, but she’d always been frail and sickly—no different from a delicate omega. She simply didn’t have the strength to shoulder the responsibilities of the Qin family’s legacy.

Qin Yiwan was the family’s only child. After her accident, her mother, Qin Rushuang, had been devastated. What the family needed was a strong, capable alpha—preferably one without any complicated background ties, someone easy to manage. Luo Yunye seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

The two family homes weren’t far apart, and before Luo Yunye even had time to get drowsy, the wedding car had already arrived at the Qin family estate.

Butler Lin got out to open her door. Luo Yunye blinked sleepily, yawned once, and pulled herself together as she stepped out.

The walkway from the gate to the villa had been beautifully decorated. A red carpet strewn with flower petals stretched ahead, flanked by lush floral arches. At the end of the floral path stood a large wedding portrait of her and Qin Yiwan.

They had never actually taken the photo together—it had been digitally created by the studio.

Luo Yunye walked up to the image, studying Qin Yiwan’s face closely.

The novel had described Qin Yiwan as having a delicate oval face, fox-like eyes, and soft, cherry-red lips. Every feature is exquisitely placed, a true stunner at first glance.

Even in this artificial photo, she looked stunning. And, surprisingly, their images side by side… looked quite fitting.

A faint smile curved Luo Yunye’s lips. But as she noticed Butler Lin gesturing for her to come inside, she smoothed the expression away and followed him into the house.

Upstairs in Qin Yiwan’s bedroom, the bride lay quietly on the large bed in a pristine white gown—like a sleeping beauty from a fairytale.

Her omega mother, Qin Rushuang, and grandmother sat on either side of the bed. Her alpha mother, Du Weimin, stood behind Qin Rushuang.

When they saw Luo Yunye enter, both Qin Rushuang and the old matriarch straightened up slightly. Her makeup today was striking—vivid, elegant, and distant. She didn’t look like someone here for a wedding, more like someone walking into a high-stakes negotiation.

She had presence. With the right guidance, she might just become a sharp-edged asset for the Qin family’s business.

Though it was her daughter’s wedding day, Qin Rushuang forced a smile and beckoned Luo Yunye over to stand beside the bed. Du Weimin, meanwhile, offered only a faint smile and stepped back, her expression unreadable.

The officiant asked if the ceremony should begin. Qin Rushuang nodded. “Begin.”

Luo Yunye stepped up beside Qin Yiwan. The officiant’s voice rang out:
“Luo Yunye, do you take Qin Yiwan to be your lawful wife, to stay by her side through richness and poverty, health and illness, and never leave her for the rest of your days?”

Luo Yunye looked down at the sleeping beauty before her. A warm smile spread across her face as she answered softly,
“I do.”

The officiant then symbolically asked the same of Qin Yiwan. Qin Rushuang replied on her behalf, and with that, the ceremony was complete. She led the group out of the room.

Luo Yunye sat down at the edge of the bed. Her slender fingers gently traced the contours of Qin Yiwan’s face.

Her skin was flawless—smooth as porcelain. The curve of her jaw was elegant, her features delicate. Her nose and lips were perfectly shaped. She was even more beautiful in person than in photos.

And now, starting today… this exquisite woman was her wife.

For a “live-in” son-in-law arrangement, Luo Yunye thought, this wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she was quite pleased.