The college student tutor I hired, Amelia, claims she’s the female protagonist of a redemption novel. She’s forcing my husband Lucas to divorce me and marry her instead. She says only by marrying her can Lucas achieve great success and become like the male lead, inheriting billions in assets. After I discovered their affair, I threatened to expose Lucas’s reputation to make them break up. I thought I had saved my marriage, but that was just the beginning of my nightmare. I had stood by him through thick and thin, from having nothing to reaching the peak of his career. Together, we built our own business empire. I thought our hardships were finally over, but in the end, they conspired to lure me abroad where I died without even a complete corpse. Before I died, Lucas gritted his teeth and hissed viciously in my ear: “If you hadn’t stopped me from marrying Amelia, making me waste twenty years, I would’ve become a business tycoon long ago. You cost me so many years, and you still want to enjoy the good life with me? Go to hell!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amelia first told Lucas about “defying fate.” This time, Lucas chose to divorce me without hesitation, and even wanted my son Raymond, whom I raised single-handedly, to accept Amelia as his mother. I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore. They don’t know that I’m actually the real “redemption heroine.” Only those chosen by me can be the true male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is nothing. “Trust me, only I can help you change your fate. I’m the heroine of this redemption story! Marrying me now will save you twenty years of detours.” Amelia looked at Lucas with complete seriousness, gripping his sleeve tightly and refusing to let go. Seeing this familiar scene before me, I realized I had been reborn. Lucas quickly glanced at me, his face showing hesitation. “Dad, I want Amelia to be my mom. She says only by becoming her son can I reach the pinnacle like the male lead in novels. I don’t want to be this ordinary woman’s son and live a mediocre life.” Raymond looked at me with pure hatred, as if I were his greatest enemy. Raymond’s words seemed to convince Lucas, and he stopped pushing Amelia’s hand away. “Lucas, you better think this through. Miss this chance, and you won’t have me anymore.” Amelia winked at him, flashing a triumphant smile. Hearing this, Lucas immediately gripped her hand tightly, then turned to me and said: “Anne, let’s get divorced. A man should prioritize his career. I believe you’ll understand.” I watched the three of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family. I let out a cold laugh: “Fine, we can divorce. But this house and the car you’re driving now are mine. Pack your things and move out tonight, then I’ll sign the papers.” “You’ve got some nerve!” Lucas frowned and shouted at me: “You’re just a woman – you can live anywhere! If you take the house, where will my son and I live?” Afraid he might change his mind, Amelia quickly coaxed him in a low voice. “Lucas, what’s a house and car compared to what’s coming? With me by your side, are you worried about not making money? Don’t let small gains ruin the big picture.” After a moment of silence, Lucas snatched the agreement from Amelia’s hands and threw it in front of me. “Sign it now. We’ll get the divorce certificate tomorrow.” I signed the papers efficiently. Suddenly, Raymond rushed over and grabbed the agreement, flipping through it several times before looking at me with complete disbelief. “You’re not fighting for custody of me?” I was puzzled: “Didn’t you insist on having Amelia as your mom? Why would I fight for you?” “No! That’s not right!” Raymond suddenly screamed like he’d gone mad: “I absolutely refuse to live with an ordinary woman like you, but you can’t just abandon me!” What kind of logic is that? He can insult and humiliate me, but I can’t reject him? When you’re truly speechless, you really do laugh out loud. I burst into laughter, and my son looked terrified, asking frantically: “What… what are you laughing at?” “I’m laughing at how stupid and awful you are, with a brain like a donkey that’s been kicked by other donkeys.”
Lucas and I were both swamped with work and couldn’t keep up with Raymond’s studies, so I hired a tutor named Amelia to help out. Everything seemed normal at first, but one day Amelia mysteriously approached Lucas, claiming she had awakened her memories and insisting she was the female protagonist of a redemption novel who had come to save us. Initially, neither Lucas nor Raymond believed her. After all, Lucas was a straight-laced engineer who knew nothing about romance novels or redemption literature. But Amelia confidently told him that the next day he would get into a car accident due to drunk driving, miss delivering documents to his boss, and end up getting targeted at work. Lucas actually laughed out loud: “Drunk driving? That’s pretty far-fetched. I’m allergic to alcohol and haven’t touched a drop in over ten years. Besides, I’m an excellent driver—never had an accident.” Amelia wasn’t fazed and smiled, saying, “The plot has already been written. None of you can escape fate.” That very night, the hospital called me, saying Lucas had been in a car accident and needed surgery, asking me to rush over and sign the consent forms. It turned out that day, a cafeteria worker at his company had accidentally used brandy instead of cooking wine in the food. Lucas was in a hurry to leave and wolfed down a couple bites without noticing the taste. The alcohol hit him while driving, and he crashed straight into a roadside barrier. After the surgery, Lucas’s attitude toward Amelia completely changed. He stopped arguing against her “script theory” and became utterly devoted to believing every word she said. At first, Raymond would still defend me and make a fuss about kicking Amelia out. But Amelia wasn’t worried—she just used her old tricks again. Within days, Raymond had become her devoted follower, believing in her even more than his father did. Once Amelia had climbed into Lucas’s bed, she started demanding a divorce, declaring that she absolutely had to be the “female protagonist.” The double betrayal by Lucas and Raymond left me completely heartbroken. But I had invested too much in this family to give up easily, so I threatened Lucas with his reputation to make him break up with Amelia. I thought I could save my marriage, but that was just the beginning of the nightmare. I had stood by Lucas through his rise from obscurity to the peak of his career. We built our business empire together, and I thought we could finally enjoy the fruits of our labor. Who knew they would conspire to trick me into going abroad, drain my body of everything valuable, and leave me to die in a mass grave in a foreign land? That’s how my life ended so pathetically. Maybe heaven took pity on me and felt I didn’t deserve to die, giving me a chance to start over. Since Amelia was determined to save this family, I’d let her have her wish. Besides, I wanted to see for myself whether this father and son would completely fall apart once they learned the truth. The divorce went through quickly—I got the divorce certificate the next day. Amelia was overjoyed, turning the little green booklet over and over in her hands, unable to hide the smile on her face. Lucas looked at her with complete adoration, gently stroking her head as he said tenderly, “Are you really that happy? Does having me all to yourself make you this giddy?” Before Lucas could pull his hand back, I heard a sharp crack. Immediately, the smile froze on Lucas’s face as he clutched his arm, grimacing in pain. “Dad, what’s wrong with your hand?” Raymond was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat as he ran over, only to trip and fall flat on his face. I watched coldly as he lay there with his bruised and swollen face, silently taking a step back. Raymond burst into tears, reaching out his hand toward me, but I turned my head away, pretending not to see anything.
“Lucas, what happened to you? How did you dislocate your arm out of nowhere?” Amelia looked at Lucas with concern as he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The moment she reached out to touch his arm, he let out another agonizing scream. “CRACK!” The loud sound of bones shifting echoed through the lobby. Lucas’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot. Terrified, Amelia quickly called for an ambulance. Only then did she remember Raymond, who was still sprawled on the floor. She lifted her dress and rushed over, pulling Raymond to his feet. Just as Raymond stood up, a man nearby who had been watching the commotion accidentally spilled his coffee on the floor. Raymond slipped and fell headfirst onto the tile, leaving a pool of blood behind. In the end, the ambulance took both father and son away together. I walked out of the civil affairs office with a smile. The real show was just beginning. During Lucas’s hospital stay, he was constantly getting hurt—cut by a fruit knife, scalded by hot water, and occasionally bonked on the head by mischievous kids who wandered into his room. What should have been a one-week recovery after surgery turned into a month-long hospital stay due to all these random accidents. One time, when Amelia accidentally bumped his wound again and blood seeped through the bandages, Lucas finally lost his patience and kicked her out. Then he called me. “I’ve sent Amelia away. When you come, remember to bring some fruits—buy plenty of fruit. Don’t forget to get a urinal; my injured hand makes it hard to use the bathroom… Also, bring me some clean clothes. The doctor says I need to stay at least another week.” His casual, demanding tone on the other end made me roll my eyes. “We’ve been divorced for a month now.” “I knew you still cared about titles and status.” Lucas let out a cold laugh. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You definitely can’t bear to get divorced—this is all just your delaying tactic. You’re waiting for me to regret it and come back to you.” He even lowered his voice, pretending to be affectionate. “Now you’re getting what you wanted. Take good care of me, and I’ll naturally give you the ‘status’ you’re after.” I understood all too well—I’d spent the first half of my life doing all kinds of menial work under this so-called “wife status.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and simply replied seriously, “It’s not impossible for me to come over, but this counts as an urgent job, so you’ll need to pay me double the market rate. Transfer the money first.” “What wages?” Lucas was stunned for a moment, then seemed to catch on after a few seconds. “Oh, I get it—you’re testing me again. Women are all like this.” I hung up without wasting any more words on him. Soon enough, I received Lucas’s money transfer. I immediately called a housekeeping company. I specifically requested someone with great strength, a tough attitude, and the most customer complaints—preferably an older woman. The agency was incredibly efficient. Two hours later, they sent me a photo: Vicky, the elderly woman, was already in Lucas’s hospital room. I could see the five-foot-six woman roughly tearing at Lucas’s hospital gown, stripping him completely bare with her hands while scrubbing him harshly with a washcloth. She then grabbed Lucas’s head and forced him to eat durian, his least favorite fruit, scolding him while feeding him: “Didn’t you say to bring plenty of fruit? It’s right at your mouth and you’re still being picky? Acting like a three-year-old! At your age, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Lucas was tormented until his face turned bright red, hunched over the bedside vomiting violently, his breathing accompanied by whimpering sounds. “Hurry up and finish eating, then go to the bathroom. Don’t expect me to serve you if you wake me up in the middle of the night.” Vicky dragged out the bedpan I had asked her to buy from under the bed and yanked down Lucas’s pants. With Lucas naked and surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, he quickly covered his private parts, furious enough to curse. “It’s so small, what’s there to cover? I don’t even want to look. My grandson’s is bigger than yours!” Lucas’s face turned purple with rage as he hastily pulled his pants back up and screamed, “I’m not going! I’d rather die holding it in. Get away from me!” “Can’t pee? Got an infection?” Vicky put on an “I get it” expression and handed him a bottle of medicine. “Drink this medicine. It’s a diuretic, won’t hurt you.” Lucas touched his cracked lips and, not caring about anything else, gulped it down. Before he could take more than two sips, he immediately vomited it all out. “You… what does this medicine taste like? Why does it have a bloody smell?” “That can’t be right.” Vicky took back the medicine and said matter-of-factly, “I specially caught fresh toads and made this with their blood. Patients recover faster drinking this!” Lucas immediately started frantically sticking his fingers down his throat to induce vomiting. “You… ugh… what did you just say? Ugh…” Vicky looked completely indifferent: “Isn’t it just like the bullfrogs you city folks love to eat? What’s there to be disgusted about? Afraid you’ll scam me?” Lucas couldn’t maintain his tough act anymore. He foamed at the mouth and passed out directly, getting wheeled into the gastric lavage room by nurses. After all this commotion, Lucas was like a kite with a broken string, completely sent to the ICU. Vicky performed exceptionally well this time. Besides her salary, I gave her a bonus. Looking at the commission that hit my account, I suddenly felt that being a middleman was incredibly easy money. I was lying in a spa enjoying a massage when the system’s voice, which had been missing for most of Christmas, suddenly rang in my head. “Boss, how can you still be in the mood for this? I woke up and the sky is falling! ” The system shouted in my mind: “This world has collapsed into such a mess, and you can still get massages?” “Oh.” I lazily responded, “What else then? You weren’t there when I was tortured and left to die in the wilderness, but now you show up?” The system, knowing it was in the wrong, softened its voice a bit. “You can’t blame me entirely, right? Last time after you finished your mission, you insisted on staying and wouldn’t leave. I finally got a vacation, who knew a fake would pop up halfway through?” Hearing its slightly aggrieved voice, I almost wanted to laugh. I closed my eyes and recalled everything from my past life. Actually, I was the true female protagonist of this redemption novel. In the original story, I accompanied Lucas from a poor boy to a top-tier CEO, and upon completing the mission, I could claim rewards and return to the system world. But I happened to fall in love with Lucas, becoming one of those most worthless love-brained women. To stay in this world, I gave up all my points and rewards. In the end, my sincere feelings were misplaced, and it took losing my life to see him clearly. As for Amelia, she was just a passerby with bad luck attributes who accidentally awakened to the plot, and even then it was an incomplete “half-finished product” with missing pages. She thought that by kicking me out, she could leech off the protagonist’s luck and become the legitimate female lead. She would never imagine that I was actually the true master of this world. Whoever I choose becomes the male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is destined to have nothing.
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