Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? (GL) - Chapter 4

As Shen Jueshu stepped into the bedroom, she was surprised to find that no one else was there. Only Sui Yu lay on the floor, her face more flushed than before. Her sleepwear was soaked through with cold sweat.

The room was thick with the scent of irises—Sui Yu’s pheromone—but to Shen Jueshu’s astonishment, there was another aroma as well, and it was also coming from Sui Yu.

How could one person have two different pheromone signatures?

Frozen in place, Shen Jueshu stared in shock at the trembling figure curled up on the floor. Sui Yu let out a soft, broken moan, clearly in distress, but Shen Jueshu still couldn’t make sense of what she was witnessing.

Gradually, the second scent—a subtle geranium laced with a faint hint of lemon—began to overpower the iris fragrance. Sui Yu’s pheromones were shifting. They were no longer iris. Her scent had completely transformed into that clean, citrus-tinged geranium.

Shen Jueshu’s expression darkened with confusion. She didn’t understand what was happening. Why would Sui Yu’s pheromones suddenly change? Could rebirth alter one’s scent? And if so—why hadn’t it happened to her?

Caught off guard, she barely had time to think before the wave of pheromones hit like an avalanche from a collapsing glacier—unstoppable, overwhelming.

Sui Yu had entered her heat cycle.

Shen Jueshu instinctively took two steps back. She felt the gland at the back of her own neck begin to pulse and swell. Her own pheromones started seeping out from under the suppressant patch. That alone told her just how potent Sui Yu’s pheromone release had become.

Gritting her teeth, she resisted the primal urge to submit to her instincts. From her handbag, she retrieved a suppressant and injected herself swiftly. As the drug took effect, the overwhelming drive began to subside, though a faint lingering desire still clung stubbornly to her senses.

Just moments ago, the biological instinct of an Omega longing to be marked by an Alpha had nearly overtaken her—no emotions involved, just raw animal desire.

She had almost gone into heat, all because of Sui Yu’s pheromones.

Shen Jueshu’s expression turned stormy. She stared at the trembling, curled-up figure on the floor, her gaze unreadable. This had never happened before. No matter how much pheromone Sui Yu had released in the past, it had never once been enough to affect her.

“Sup… suppressant…” Sui Yu’s voice was hoarse, her face drenched with sweat and utterly flushed as she pleaded with Shen Jueshu. Tears welled up in her eyes. The waves of unbearable heat were tormenting her to the brink of tears.

She hadn’t understood it at first, but now she knew—she was definitely in heat.

So this was what a heat cycle felt like.

The waves of burning desire crashed over her endlessly like tides, each one harder to resist than the last. They tore at her rationality, demanding she surrender to instinct, to primal need. Violent urges to destroy everything around her surged up from deep within.

Shen Jueshu stared at Sui Yu, who now had tears rolling down her cheeks. Her voice remained cold and calm: “I don’t carry Alpha suppressants. And this room certainly doesn’t have any either.”

This was supposed to be their honeymoon suite. If a heat or rut cycle happened during the night, it was considered ideal. No one would have thought to stock it with suppressants.

Sui Yu broke down crying. She had never gone through anything like this before. The combination of violent craving and deep emptiness was enough to drive her mad. And now, with Shen Jueshu’s pheromone faintly permeating the air, that aching void inside her grew more unbearable—like a gaping wound torn open in her chest.

Watching Sui Yu sob so helplessly on the floor, Shen Jueshu furrowed her brows. The confusion in her eyes deepened.

Was this what Sui Yu’s heat cycle always looked like?

Shen Jueshu had never seen Sui Yu in heat before, but she’d seen plenty of Alphas in the throes of it—their eyes would turn bl00d red, consumed by feral aggression, practically ready to devour any Omega in front of them.

But this? This was nothing like that. This was just… pathetic.

And honestly, Shen Jueshu could have called someone to bring an Alpha-grade suppressant.

But as she stared at Sui Yu writhing so wretchedly on the floor, she suddenly decided—

She didn’t want to.

She wanted to see her suffer.

She wanted Sui Yu to experience exactly what she had gone through—those heat cycles with no suppressants, the unbearable torment.

Back then, in her desperate pursuit of Shen Jueshu, Sui Yu had never once provided her with a suppressant. Every heat cycle, Shen Jueshu had to grit her teeth and endure it alone. It had even caused her pheromone system to become unstable, making her heats unpredictable—sometimes multiple cycles in a single month.

What little clarity remained in Sui Yu’s mind told her that begging Shen Jueshu was pointless. With that twisted personality of hers, seeing Sui Yu like this was probably exactly what she wanted. There was no way she’d help her, much less provide a suppressant.

But if Shen Jueshu stayed in the room any longer, Sui Yu was genuinely afraid she might lose control and do something she’d regret forever—something no amount of remorse could fix.

“Get out!” Sui Yu growled, forcing the words through clenched teeth. She tried her best not to tear at her clothes. She didn’t want to completely break down in front of Shen Jueshu—didn’t want to show her just how low she’d been brought.

The air in the room was thick with Alpha pheromones. Shen Jueshu could feel her suppressant beginning to wear off, her gland throbbing again with renewed heat.

Staying in the same room as an Alpha in heat was clearly unwise.

After injecting herself with another dose of suppressant, she finally left the room—though a part of her felt regretful that she wouldn’t get to see what further humiliation Sui Yu would fall into.

For a brief moment, she even longed to repeat what she’d done in her previous life—to lock Sui Yu in the basement, where she could watch her suffering through a screen.

After Shen Jueshu left, Sui Yu could still catch the fading traces of Omega pheromone in the air, and it only made her pain worse. She clenched her jaw, refusing to make a sound, cursing the author, the original Sui Yu, and Shen Jueshu all at once.

If it weren’t for those three—each mistake linking to the next—how would she have ended up in this hell?

Slamming her forehead against the floor, she tried to use pain to stay conscious. A sudden insane idea flashed through her mind: What if I destroyed my gland? Would the heat cycles stop then?

But the thought passed just as quickly.

If destroying one’s gland truly ended heat cycles, someone like Shen Jueshu would have done it long ago—especially after being locked in a basement without suppressants. She would’ve rather endured that agonizing, soul-shredding torment than let herself be reduced to this.

Eventually, Sui Yu couldn’t take it anymore. She slammed her head against the floor once more—hard—and finally blacked out.

The next three days passed in a haze of agony. Sui Yu drifted between brief moments of consciousness and deep, delirious unconsciousness, until the waves of heat finally began to subside.

When it was all over, she stood before the mirror, staring at her own reflection. Her eyes were bloodshot, her forehead sported a large purple lump, and her complexion was sickly and dull—like someone who’d been drained by a demon.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, but even smiling took effort. There was no strength left to clench her jaw, but she engraved this experience deep into her memory.

Shen Jueshu—fine, you win.

If she had learned anything from this, it was that the ABO world was no place for a normal person.

The next time Shen Jueshu saw Sui Yu, she was visibly taken aback. Staring at her now—more ghost than human—she found it hard to believe what she was seeing.

She had assumed that, after she left, Sui Yu would’ve at least called an Omega over to get through the heat. After all, when she walked out, Sui Yu had still seemed somewhat coherent. She figured she would’ve had the sense to pick up a phone.

What she didn’t know was that Sui Yu had tried. She really had. But after grabbing her phone, she realized she didn’t know who to call. She had just arrived in this world and didn’t even know anyone who could provide Alpha suppressants. Later, as her mind succumbed to rage and chaos, she’d ended up smashing the phone to pieces herself.

“Sign it,” Shen Jueshu said flatly. She didn’t even bother to gloat. Watching Sui Yu now—broken and withered—already gave her enough satisfaction. She slid the contract across the table and even thoughtfully placed a pen at her side.

Sui Yu stared down at it. Her eyes were lifeless.

Share Transfer Agreement.

Her jaw clenched. Sparks of fury flickered in her exhausted eyes. Pointing at the contract, she growled, “You’ve got some nerve. I gave you 20% of the company. I handed over full management rights—and you didn’t even give me a single damn suppressant?!”

None of the later events had happened yet. So how could this person—this so-called heroine—accept all that she gave and still do absolutely nothing to help?

How did someone like her become the female lead? And how was I ever blind enough to like her when I read the novel?!

But Shen Jueshu remained calm. “I fulfilled your terms. Your annual dividend will be deposited on schedule. Suppressants weren’t part of the deal.”

In other words: she had no obligation to help her.

Sui Yu ground her teeth. Shen Jueshu was truly a heartless b*tch. Did things like this really need to be spelled out in a contract? Wasn’t it just basic human decency to help someone in a medical crisis when you clearly had the power to do so?

“I’m not signing.” Sui Yu threw down the pen and slumped back—completely giving up.

Do whatever you want. She didn’t choose to come to this world. None of this was her doing. Why should she be the one to suffer the consequences?

If Shen Jueshu had the guts, she could just kill her now—or toss her in a basement. If she didn’t, then Sui Yu would just sit here and look down on her.

You want to be ruthless? Be even more ruthless, then!

With everything she had handed over, anyone else would’ve been worshipping her right now. But not Shen Jueshu. No—she was the kind who bit the hand that fed her.

Shen Jueshu frowned, perplexed by Sui Yu’s sudden change in attitude. Ever since she came back from the dead, Sui Yu had been completely different. Just what kind of event could cause such a total personality shift in such a short time?

“Why did your pheromone scent change?” Shen Jueshu asked suddenly.

To her, that question mattered. A person’s pheromone signature was essentially their identity. She had never heard of someone’s scent just… changing.

Sui Yu froze, her anger stalling. She was just as confused. Even as someone who had read the entire novel, she remembered clearly—the original Sui Yu’s pheromone was iris. Yet ever since she arrived, it had changed to geranium.

Her expression stiffened. A chilling thought crept into her mind: Could pheromones be tied to the soul?

Was her true scent—her real self—geranium all along?

Seeing her expression freeze, Shen Jueshu narrowed her eyes. She stepped closer, locking eyes with Sui Yu. Her red lips parted slightly, voice like silk but razor-sharp:

“Sui Yu… who are you really?”