A gasp is heard from the doorway.
Alexander had tears flowing down his face and one hand over his mouth as the omega took in the sight in front of him.
His alpha, Eliza, fucking some random omega.
No, not random.
That James Reynolds politician’s wife.
Maria.
“Those deposits to James. They were for this?” Alexander whispers.
Eliza feels guilt curl in her gut. “Alexander-”
“How long?” Another voice asks.
Thomas Jefferson comes from behind with James Reynolds.
James.
Of course it was him.
Fucking bastard extorted her for money but still ratted her out.
He did it out of guilt.
But not for Eliza and Alexander.
But for Thomas and Alexander.
It was clear how the two looked at each other.
Alexander didn’t do anything because of Eliza though.
But now?
Who knows.
“James,” Maria hisses.
“How long?” Thomas asks again.
“….two months,” Eliza finally says.
Alexander looks torn.
Thomas was about to reach for him but Alexander slaps his hand away.
“You!” The omega seethes pointing at Eliza. “Did you know that I was going to ask you tonight if we could try dating Thomas too. I didn’t even kiss him or anything because it would have been cheating. I’ve loved him for months and while I’ve been respecting you, you’ve been fucking Maria Reynold? Fuck. You.”
With that, Alexander turns and storms into his room in the house.
Thomas follows slowly, still glaring at Eliza and Maria.
“Maria, let’s go,” James drawls.
Maria scrambles off the bed and throws on her clothes.
Maria and James leave and 20 minutes later, so do Thomas and Alexander.
All of the omega’s stuff was packed and his belongings were taken.
And Eliza was left alone.
10 years later
Eliza was walking down the street, tired and weary.
It had been ten years since a scandal had ruined her reputation.
She still had her job in congress but no one really respected her any more.
Angelica and Peggy took Alexander’s side so Eliza hadn’t spoken to her sisters in ten years other than business wise.
But Thomas and Alexander?
They were thriving.
They had gotten married 8 years ago and now had 3 kids.
A 7 year old named Philip, a 5 year old named Jane, and Rachel, who was there 3 year old.
They were happy and very content with life.
Eliza was happy for Alexander.
Really, she was.
Alexander had forgiven her even if no one else had.
Hell, she had been invited to the wedding.
But she declined.
She wasn’t going to be near Alexander anymore.
But not for her sake.
But for his.