Chapter 1

After the redemption arc finally concluded, my husband grew tired of me.

We had been married for eight years, the perfect picture of a couple, a flawless façade for all to admire.

But then, the heroine of the original story suddenly returned to the country.

Caleb started drifting off more frequently, and the scent of unfamiliar perfume often clung to him.

The third time I caught him tangled up with her, I looked at him with an unnerving calm.

"Let's get a divorce."

As we walked out of the civil affairs office, he murmured, "You can't go back, you know. I'll give you a huge sum of money... We can still be friends."

"No thanks. I hope we never meet again."

I transmigrated into a novel, tasked with saving the troubled, obsessive male lead.

I arrived earlier than the original heroine, staying by his side, attending school with him, and helping him through every obstacle. When his father brutalized him, I threw myself over him, shielding him, then brought him back to my place to patch him up.

To quell his suspicions, I told him I'd come to this world just for him.

After my mission was complete, he begged me to stay.

Later, we married. Life lost its former drama, settling into the mundane grind of daily routines.

He started to grow tired of me.

"Man, if I'd known, I wouldn't have gotten married so soon. Could've had a couple more years of fun. Not like you can go back anyway, right?"

He lay on the couch, chatting casually, almost joking. When he saw the strained look on my face, he turned, grabbing my hand tightly.

"Vivian, that's not what I meant. You know how much you mean to me."

I didn't reply. My heart felt like it had been plunged into a vat of acid, a burning, unbearable ache.

"Goodnight. I'm a little tired."

With that, I opened the door, quietly walked to the bed, pulled the covers over me, and wept silently.