Seeing my billionaire CEO husband in bed with another woman, I finally filed for divorce. Alex scoffed, “Cut the drama. Didn’t you always say I was your world?” But all I did was throw a signed divorce agreement at him. For three whole years, a transmigrator had been living in my body, absolutely obsessed with him, practically worshiping the ground he walked on. Now, she was finally gone. From this moment on, I was taking back control of my life! I don’t know when it started, but one day, I suddenly realized I couldn’t control my own body anymore. My consciousness felt trapped in a void. I could see, hear, and speak, but I couldn’t move. Then, I heard a voice. That’s when I learned it was a transmigrator who had taken over my body. After she accidentally discovered my existence, she said she couldn’t help it; a system was forcing her. She told me this was actually a novel world. Just because some “Main God” didn’t like the original ending, they sent a system to grab someone to do tasks and change it. She said my billionaire CEO husband, Alex, was the male lead of this world. She also said the Main God loved seeing the sweet, naive type and the CEO get their HE (happy ending), but loved seeing rich and powerful women like me, who were on equal footing with the CEO, get a BE (bad ending). She commented that the Main God must have the brain of a rusty doorknob. The system’s task for her was to make Alex fall in love with Lily—the sweet, naive type who was useless except for being kind. Apparently, the ending only counted if the two of them ended up in bed together. Hearing this, I couldn’t help but secretly agree with her assessment of that Main God. It seemed that Main God wasn’t just a total simp for romance, but also constantly dreaming up filthy fanfiction scenarios. In the kitchen. Chloe, the transmigrator, was sweetly but frustratingly trying to make a difficult latte art coffee as required, all while complaining to me, “Look at your taste! How could you marry such a high-maintenance jerk?” “If he likes handmade latte art so much, why doesn’t he just hire someone to make it at home? He’s not broke!” “But speaking of which… how much money does he actually have?” At her words, I couldn’t help but fall into thought. Even if I didn’t know his exact net worth, a typical billionaire CEO in a web novel world would definitely be loaded enough to rival a small country. Otherwise, how could he be the male lead? Just because of that… chiseled, almost unreal face of his? After much frustrated fiddling, Chloe grumbled, poured the coffee down the drain, and started over. But this time, while making it, she started complaining about *me*: “You actually make him a latte art coffee every single day, and with different designs!” “How in the world do you keep that up?!” “Seriously, do all you rich socialites have your heads in the clouds or something?!” I immediately countered that maybe he just… got used to it. I started making him a latte art coffee every day ever since we moved in next door to each other, over a year before our actual marriage, as a trial. But I wasn’t desperate to impress him. Because every day, he’d also bring me a different, exquisite, and expensive collector’s item. To me, it was a fair trade. I just didn’t know why, after Chloe arrived, Alex stopped sending me figurines. Though, maybe it was because… Chloe had never made a single decent latte art coffee? The sound of the door opening meant Alex was back. Chloe wanted to keep complaining, but she had to constantly maintain her “devoted, virtuous wife” persona. So, she twisted her smile into a welcoming one and sweetly, gently called out, “Alex.” However, Alex, dressed in his perfectly tailored suit, actually flinched. He turned to look at her with a horrified expression, as if she were some kind of monster. Seeing her make a move to pounce, he even took a few wary steps back. “Stay right there!”
As a transmigrator, Chloe was absolutely enraged. She cursed at me repeatedly, “I’ve been kissing up to him for a whole damn year, and he still won’t let me near him?!” “What, is he gay or something?!” “How am I supposed to do tasks like ‘getting owned by the female lead’ and ‘successfully playing the jealous harpy’ later?!” “Ugh, this is too hard. Just let me die, I want to go home!” “…” I wanted to speak, but in the end, amid Chloe’s furious ranting, I silently slipped into my memories. I had to admit, Alex’s reaction was a bit unexpected. Because, in my memory, he wasn’t actually averse to my closeness. Like on the day I lost control of my body—which was also our wedding night. The guests had tactfully left after the celebration, and he stumbled toward me, bending down, his face flushed slightly. He closed his eyes and leaned in as if to kiss me. A faint scent of wine and crisp cologne enveloped me, but I didn’t dare move. Yet, his breathing had quickened, and the veins on his hands were bulging. So I couldn’t help but wonder, for a moment, if he was… nervous too? But just as he was about to touch me, there was a *boom* in my head, and I lost consciousness. When I became aware of Chloe’s presence, it was already the third day. Chloe said that when she woke up in my body, she was in a hospital. At the time, Alex’s face was terrifyingly grim, watching the doctor meticulously give her a full body check-up. She was so scared she didn’t dare say anything, so she just continued to feign sleep. But ever since then, Alex’s attitude toward “me” had been consistently distant. Though, he’d always been a bit distant with me. He was just that type of person, always keeping a certain distance. I had no idea how he would be conquered by a clumsy, sweet-but-useless type like Lily. Perhaps, that’s what they call a “contrast effect.” Is this… the charm of CEO novels? Seeing Alex retreat to the door with a wary, almost panicked look, as if terrified Chloe would take advantage of him in the slightest… I found it both amusing and, strangely, a little sour in my heart. Did he really not want to be close to me? I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts back on track. This was about Chloe’s mission and my future, after all! So, I wondered again, could it be that my unexpected fainting that night had scared him, leaving him with a psychological shadow? I don’t know what the system said, but Chloe took a deep breath, then feigned sadness. “You, you… what’s wrong with you?” Alex frowned, a look of distaste on his face. “What did you do to yourself?” Chloe: “…?” Alex impatiently rubbed his temples. “Go clean yourself up.” Chloe followed his gaze down and finally saw the coffee stains all over her clothes. …Right. Alex, like me, was a bit of a germaphobe. Sure enough, he said coldly, “If you can’t make coffee, don’t force it. If you break the coffee machine, remember to pay for it yourself.” After saying that, he picked up his briefcase and went to the guest bedroom. Looking utterly heartless, as if out of sight, out of mind.
Yep, he and “I” had always slept in separate beds. Of course, Chloe didn’t actually want to sleep with him either. Because Chloe had someone she liked in her own world. She could fake it for the show, but she couldn’t let it become real. Chloe glared at his retreating back, growing even more irritable. “Ugh, this CEO is so cheap! What the hell?” “It’s just a coffee machine! Is it that big of a deal?!” “…” If you asked me, yes, it was a very big deal. After all, that coffee machine was worth tens of thousands of dollars. CEOs in novels might throw money around without a second thought. But a real CEO? They wouldn’t waste anything casually. They could abandon or exchange things, but they would never waste. Because they knew that only by developing cautious habits could they make relatively precise and decisive choices. At least, that’s what my successful businessman father taught me. And as the rich socialite Chloe called me, I was the same. Whatever I decided to learn, I would learn it seriously, giving it my all. For example, making latte art was something I excelled at because I had a strong foundation in art from a young age. So, I could directly free-pour latte art onto finished coffee, doing it in one smooth motion. But Chloe clearly had no artistic talent or interest, nor did she put any effort into it, so she naturally only produced failed “impressionist” works. Chloe glumly chugged the coffee, then washed herself clean, and finally holed up in the room, sighing dramatically to me, eventually tossing and turning all night. The next day, she forced herself to perk up and rushed to Alex’s company. Because today was the day Lily, the sweet, naive female lead, was supposed to officially catch the CEO’s eye. Lily, a freshly graduated intern, would naturally fall head over heels for the successful, tall, and handsome CEO Alex at first sight. Her character was clumsy, kind to stray animals, yet also brave enough to love. Even knowing that CEO Alex was already married, she didn’t hide her feelings. So what if he was married? Who could control their heart? Besides… they were just in a marriage of convenience anyway! Lily not only didn’t proactively distance herself from Alex, but she also wouldn’t do something decisive like immediately quitting her job. As she put it, she was just young and fearless, not wanting to regret it when she got old, so she chose to follow her heart. Chloe, following the script provided by the system, called Alex’s driver and secretary and learned of this “affair.” In a fit of rage, she dressed herself in an undeniably opulent manner, then stormed into Alex’s office, clutching the homemade lunch our housekeeper had lovingly prepared. Lily, in a fresh and bright white dress, had a hint of pure, unadulterated naivety lingering in her eyes. She was holding a stack of files, leaning to look at Alex’s computer. However, as Alex patiently explained something, he suddenly looked up at her, and she flinched. Naturally, the files tilted. In a panic, she quickly tried to grab them, but accidentally… stumbled and landed right on his lap. Lily’s face flushed crimson, but for some reason, she couldn’t seem to stand up. From an outsider’s perspective, she was squirming around on him, making the whole scene look incredibly… suggestive. Alex’s forehead veins pulsed, and he gripped her shoulders tightly, his gaze fixed on “me” with a strangely… panicked look? Was he not trying to hold her, but rather push her away, because he was afraid “I” would misunderstand? No, no, how could that be? This was his destined female lead; how could he possibly push her away? I thought with a bitter smile.
Looking at Lily, she was awkwardly flailing, her limbs soft, moving around on him, all while constantly apologizing with a red face, “Mr. Alexander, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Seeing this, Chloe excitedly roared, “What are you two doing?!” Only then did Lily seem to suddenly regain her courage, springing upright. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, feigning composure. “You, who are you?” “Who am I?” Chloe scoffed, pointing at Alex imperiously. “I’m his wife!” Lily looked down incredulously, her face full of disappointment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Chloe was utterly stunned, she couldn’t help but rant to me, “Oh my god, she can’t even hold files properly, and all she does is apologize?! She’s a… a total waste! And *she* gets to be the female lead?!” “Seriously, where’s the justice in that?!” I was speechless, feeling just as annoyed. Yes, where was the justice? And why did this system even exist? Lily bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening, looking utterly pitiful. Chloe had told me that she *hated* women like this the most. Because she herself had been in a car accident, left hanging by a thread, and then forced by this damn system to do these tasks, all thanks to a woman like that. So she just sneered and launched into a series of rapid-fire questions: “You didn’t know?” “Who in this company doesn’t know what the boss’s wife looks like?” “At the very least, our wedding photos are all over the internet…” “What, is this your first day online, or your first day in this company? Don’t try to play innocent with me!” Alex adjusted his suit, walked around his desk, and looked at Chloe with displeasure. “Why aren’t you managing your charity foundation? What are you doing here?” I froze for a moment. He actually knew about my charity foundation? No, it had to be just an excuse. I couldn’t believe that in such a short time, he had reverted to his cold CEO persona, so composed as he protected the woman he supposedly loved. Love truly makes one’s potential limitless, I thought, a hint of bitterness. “I came to catch… to bring you a loving lunch! But who knew…” Chloe snorted, reading her lines with feigned anguish. “I love you so much, I’m so good to you! And this is how you treat me?!” “That was just an accident, don’t overthink it. We were just discussing work.” Alex’s voice was dangerous, yet strangely pleasant to listen to. Chloe was furious. She pointed at Lily and spat, “You two were discussing work by hugging and cuddling? Why don’t you just kiss already?!” Lily’s face turned red. “Mrs. Alexander, you’ve misunderstood. How can you slander someone so unfairly?” “I’m slandering you? Your intentions are practically written all over your face! You…” “Enough.” Alex reached out and stopped the increasingly agitated Chloe, saying with displeasure, “Go back home. Don’t let your imagination run wild.” However, Chloe continued to unleash a torrent of curses at both of them until she felt satisfied, then turned and walked away with her head held high.
Once in the car, she immediately changed her expression, beaming. “After I reamed him out, the female lead will definitely cry to him for comfort. That way, their relationship will warm up faster, and I can go home sooner!” Not wanting to spoil her mood, I agreed repeatedly, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. After all, a CEO’s every second at work was precious; on average, millions of dollars could pass through their hands each second. A competent CEO shouldn’t be too distracted during work hours. But… I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. This was a novel world, after all. Maybe he *would* abandon a million-dollar deal for a smile from his beloved? In the evening, Alex called to say he had a work dinner and wouldn’t be home for dinner. Chloe was secretly thrilled, but she pretended to be angry, taking the opportunity to sarcastically remark about him before agreeing. “Do you think he’ll get tipsy tonight and end up getting intimate with Lily?” She chattered on, making continuous guesses. It was clear she was desperate to speed up the plot and go home. But I never liked to jump to conclusions about uncertain things, so I mostly remained silent. Chloe suddenly stopped, then carefully asked: “Vivian, I’ve known you for a while now. Why don’t you talk much?” “You don’t… actually love Alex, do you?” I was stunned. To be honest, that question… I hadn’t really thought about it. Chloe thought she’d hit the nail on the head and sighed wistfully: “Then you must be really sad every time you see them together.”
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