Part 2My Husband Paid Me Millions to Keep His Affair a Secret

Ethan was the classic possessive archetype. Before I won him over, he was an untouchable ice king. Afterward, he became a possessive shadow, a ghost haunting my every move. He forced me to quit my job, forbade me from seeing anyone—first men, then eventually, anyone at all. He isolated me until I couldn't leave his sphere of control. His obsession was so absolute he needed to know the exact schedule of my bathroom breaks.

And Isabelle was the classic villainess. In the early stages, she relentlessly tried to frame me, even kidnap me, but Ethan always thwarted her and retaliated brutally on my behalf.

I thought that once I’d secured Ethan’s affection, Isabelle would be written out of the story for good. But I was wrong. On the surface, he drove her family to bankruptcy, but behind the scenes, he propped up her new career, funded her design studio, and sent her extravagant gifts on holidays. He acted disgusted by her in public, yet he was helplessly drawn to her in private, their shared animosity fueling a toxic passion.

He gave the villainess endless freedom and illicit pleasure, while I, the heroine, was locked away in a cage.

This world granted him limitless power and capital. No matter how depraved his actions, he faced no consequences. What was a little infidelity in the grand scheme of things?

The only variable was me, the female lead. He was terrified of me dying. A paper cut on my finger was enough to send him into a frenzy.

And that was my only leverage.

If I treated him the way he treated me—if I became unhinged and suicidal over his every move—how would he react?

Best-case scenario, I gain control over him. Worst-case scenario, I actually succeed in ending my own life and get sent back to my own world.

Playing the part of the psycho? It was a win-win.