Chapter 1

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!”