Part 2Rotten Old Love

I lay flat on the incredibly soft mattress.

The space beside me was already cold.

Kevin had gone to his home office to handle late-night emails.

The glowing text materialized in front of my eyes once again.

[Wait, why is the side character suddenly fighting back?]

[The submissive wife is having an awakening...]

[But you have to admit, seeing this just proves the male lead doesn't love her at all.]

[Exactly! She literally said she is going to work at her ex’s company, and he just agreed. Later in the story, once he falls for the real heroine, he completely loses his mind if she even looks at another guy.]

[True! The heroine talks to a waiter and the male lead gets crazy jealous and possessesive.]

I stared at the floating words.

Whatever drowsiness I had was entirely gone. I was wide awake.

I tossed and turned, violently twisting the expensive sheets.

I was so incredibly furious.

Kevin was six years older than me. We grew up in the same wealthy social circles, so he was essentially the older boy next door.

He was brilliant, cold, and relentlessly strict. The ultimate golden child.

Because my grades were terrible, our parents forced him to tutor me.

I spent my childhood getting scolded by him. If my mind wandered, he would tap my knuckles with his pen.

In my eyes, he was always an older brother. A teacher. An authority figure.

So even when we got married, I was still terrified of him.

But Kevin was undeniably exceptional. After taking over the Hopkins Group, his ruthless and decisive tactics made their empire expand exponentially.

I had just gotten used to obeying him.

And my reward for years of absolute submission was getting mentally cheated on?

The next morning.

I dragged myself downstairs for breakfast, sporting heavy dark circles under my eyes.

A flawless gourmet breakfast was already laid out on the long mahogany dining table.

Kevin was sitting at his usual spot, impeccably dressed in a custom-tailored suit, silently eating.

The private chef looked at me in shock. "Madam, you are up..."

I waved a hand dismissively. "Just throw something simple together for me."

For years, I had slept in until noon and went straight to lunch. Kevin was always the only one who ate breakfast in this massive house.

I couldn't blame the chef for staring.

Kevin set down his silver cutlery. His dark eyes lifted, locking onto me.

I sat there looking miserable and kept my mouth shut.

In the past, I would have already put on a bright, bubbly smile and chirped about how handsome my husband looked today.

But I simply didn't have the energy for the performance anymore.

"Going to your orientation?" he finally asked.

I just gave a noncommittal hum.

The dining room fell right back into a suffocating silence.