Part 1My Boyfriend's Cat Turns Into A Girl—And He Gets Involved With Her

Simon and I had been together for ten years, and we were finally getting married.

But after we moved in together, his cat always seemed to hate me.

Simon brushed it off, telling me I was reading too much into it. "It's just a cat," he said.

But then, one night in the study, I saw something that shattered that illusion.

I clearly saw his cat transform into a young woman, tangled in his embrace.

In a soft voice, she whispered, "I don’t like your girlfriend. Do you really have to marry her?"

I stood frozen at the doorway, feeling dizzy.

Not because of the pair entwined in front of me, but because flashes of memories and visions overwhelmed me.

The past, the present, and even the future.

In those swirling images, I saw my entire life unfold.

It turns out I’m just the villainess in a sugary romance novel.

The novel is called I Became a Cat and Stole My Crush’s Heart.

In the story, the heroine, Mia Yates, secretly loves the male lead, Simon Shaw. She thought they were destined to never be together—until a car accident changes everything. Mia wakes up, only to find she’s turned into a cat.

Simon, unaware of her true identity, adopts her, and Mia becomes his treasured pet.

One day, she mysteriously returns to her human form—in Simon’s bed.

From that moment on, their story unfolds with stolen glances and hearts racing.

As for me? I’m the villain, Simon’s malicious fiancée. I’m supposed to compete with a cat for his affection.

Out of jealousy, I even plan to throw acid on Mia’s face, only for Simon to stop me just in time.

In the end, I get my comeuppance and spend the rest of my life regretting my actions behind prison bars.

Simon and I are about to get married, which is why we’ve moved in together.

But ever since I arrived, Mia the cat has made her hostility toward me abundantly clear.

Every time Simon and I are in the same room, she screeches at the top of her lungs or knocks things over to steal his attention.

She never lets me near her. Every time I try to pet her, she scratches me.

I thought she was just being defensive, like any cat might be with a stranger. I figured she’d get used to me eventually.

But now, I finally understand.

She’s no ordinary cat; she’s a woman pretending to be one.

Certain things are cute when a cat does them. But when it’s a human? It’s far from charming.