So my Alpha Fiancee left me for my substitute,Oops I'm alive

I sat in the darkness of my room.​

On the bedside table, a framed photograph mocked me with its innocence.

In the image, Frankson's arm was wrapped protectively around my shoulders.​

From downstairs, the clatter of cutlery and the soft, melodious laughter of Alice drifted up the stair.

Reaching under my pillow, I retrieved my phone.

As the screen flickered to life.

There was Frankson, standing before a majestic ancient Roman sculpture in the museum.

Little did I know then that the very same museum would crumble around us, trapping Frankson in its ruins and making me a vegetable for three years..

And when he was finally pulled from the debris, the first face he saw was Alice's.

The door to my bedroom slammed open, and Frankson's alpha presence filled the room.

"Things have been crazy lately. I forgot about your favorite cold - smoked salmon," he murmured"Tell me what you want, and I'll make it up to you."​

"I want her out of this house."

The warmth of his embrace vanished in an instant.

"There was a murder near her place. She's terrified. She needs someone to look after her right now."

He pressed a kiss to my ear, but it felt like a bite.

"Stop being difficult..."​

Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed from the living room.

Frankson and I both snapped our heads up.

There stood Alice at the top of the stairs.

Shards of a broken glass glistened at her feet like a spider's web, and tears welled up in her eye.

She turned and fled into the rain, wincing as her injured foot slammed into the door frame.

Frankson's grip on me disappeared in a blur.

His trench coat button popped off as he bolted after her, landing at my feet with a hollow click.​

Back in college, when he'd broken his leg during a basketball game, I'd stayed by his bedside, sobbing.

He'd wiped away my tears and promised, "Little crybaby, I'll take you to Rockefeller Center for cheesecake once I'm better."

Back then, he'd worn the silver bracelet I'd given him, the one with a single "O" engraved at the end.​

Now, as I watched him sprint into the downpour after Alice, it hit me like a tidal wave.

He wasn't afraid of Alice seeing us together. He was terrified of losing her.

Dawn broke.

Frankson hadn't returned.

I clutched my phone, dialed his number again and again.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the truth came crashing down.

Alice had been in an accident.

A car with malfunctioning brakes, destined to strike Frankson, had instead plowed into her.

For half a month, Alice recuperated in the hospital, and for half a month, Frankson never once set foot back in our home.

Finally, driven by a masochistic need for closure, I found myself outside Alice's hospital room.​

Before I could enter, I caught a glimpse through the half - open door.

Alice, her head swathed in bandages, clung desperately to Frankson's waist.

"Frankson," she sobbed.

"I've been your substitute willingly," she cried.

"I'd give my life for you without hesitation!"​

"If Olivia hasn't waken up, would you have loved me?"

The seconds ticked by.

Then, finally, Frankson's lips parted.

"Yes,"