Chapter 1

After successfully winning over the brooding male lead, I chose to immediately leave that world.

Even though he begged me, desperate and broken, to stay, I didn't spare him a single second.

Later, back in the real world, things weren't going well for me.

The System found me, offering five million to return to the story and win him over again.

I was about to agree when, suddenly, live comments flooded my vision:

"OMG, the ex-wife, who dumped our guy, is back!"

"Lol, she can't seriously think he still loves her, right?"

"The second girl who came to win him over didn't just manage to reduce his darkness level to negative one hundred; she willingly stayed, giving him the complete family he always yearned for."

"Now the happy couple is about to get married. Can't the ex-wife just have some dignity and leave them alone?"

It took me a long time to process.

The "ex-wife" the comments were talking about was me.

Beside me, the System was still chattering away, trying to sell me on the deal.

"You just need to make Damien Thorne fall in love with you again, and you'll get five million. Even if you fail, you'll get fifty thousand for your effort. How about it? A good deal, right?"

It was a good deal.

And right now, I really needed that money.

But remembering the live comments, I fell silent for a moment, saying I needed to think about it.

So, the System decided to send me back into the story first.

To be precise, it sent me back to the home Damien and I once shared.

The small apartment, just a few hundred square feet, was old but cozy, just as I remembered it three years ago.

Damien hadn't touched any of my things.

Even the dress I'd accidentally stained before leaving, he'd somehow cleaned and hung neatly in the closet.

I remembered that dress was from a trendy designer label back then.

When Damien secretly bought it for me, I'd scolded him fiercely for spending so much.

He wouldn't argue, just lowered his gaze obediently, waiting for my anger to fade.

Then he'd gently coax me into trying it on.

I lowered my head, looking at the silky fabric in my hands.

Taking a deep breath.

If Damien had really forgotten about me.

Then why was he still keeping this apartment?

I looked up again, surveying the small room.

My gaze was suddenly drawn to a white sheet of paper taped to the window.

On the translucent sheet of paper, a few scrawled words stood out:

"HOUSE FOR SALE. NEGOTIABLE. URGENT."

The sharp, decisive handwriting was unmistakably Damien's.