For six months of marriage, my husband Julian Thorne and I were respectful guests to each other. But I was faking it. Every day, I plotted my escape. Until the day I was fully prepared, I walked in on him questioning thin air: "My wife loves me so much, how could she be faking it?" I pretended nothing happened and postponed my plan. But that night, Julian became wild and rough, pinning me down and bullying me endlessly. "Wife, you'll stay by my side forever, right?" 1 At 7:00 AM, Julian Thorne woke up on time. He wasn't a morning person. As usual, he hugged me and snoozed for another two minutes before getting out of bed. After washing up, he would go to the home gym for an hour of boxing. 8:30 AM was his breakfast time. But today was strange. It was 8:40, and Julian hadn't come downstairs yet. I went to the bedroom to find him and discovered him in the walk-in closet. His collar was turned up, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He was frowning at some empty spot in the air, questioning coldly: "My wife loves me so much, how could she be faking it?" I stopped at the door, subconsciously taking half a step back. Julian suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp and chilling like a honed blade. But in a second, he reverted to the gentle demeanor I was familiar with. He smiled at me and called out somewhat pitifully: "Wife, can you help me tie my tie?" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending nothing happened, and walked over briskly. Skillfully tying a Windsor knot for him, I stood on tiptoes and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips: "Why the delay today? Breakfast is getting cold." Before I could withdraw my hand, he grabbed it. Without warning, Julian cupped the back of my neck and kissed me hard. Forced to endure it, I tilted my head back, retreating step by step, my breathing chaotic, lips and tongue slightly numb. Until my back hit the wall, his calloused hand slipped under my shirt, roaming urgently. I shrank back, pushing against his chest with both hands. "Julian!" The air stilled for a moment. Julian withdrew his hand but still pressed against me, his heavy breathing brushing past my ear. I pushed him gently, reminding him softly: "You have an important shareholder meeting this morning, did you forget?" Julian looked at me without a word, desire and irritability swirling in his eyes. Since our marriage, he hadn't been this close to losing control for a long time. Suppressing my wild thoughts, I curved my lips slightly, looking at Julian with eyes full of tenderness. After a long time, he raised his hand to embrace me, slowly pressing me into his arms. Resting his chin on my shoulder, his voice revealed attachment and unease: "Wife, you truly love me, right?" I raised my hand, hesitated for a moment, then put it down. "Mm." 2 Julian left without breakfast, looking listless. I watched his car drive out of the villa gate. Then I turned and jogged back to the bedroom. I dug out the divorce agreement I had prepared for a long time. Just as I was about to tear it up, a cold electronic voice sounded in my head: [Host, you don't have much time left.] I paused. Staring blankly at the tear on the divorce agreement. [System, do you think Julian will agree to a divorce?] [Yes, he always listens to you, doesn't he?] I scoffed. [Always? Haven't you seen him point a gun at me?] Five years ago, I transmigrated into this mission world. The System told me to conquer Julian Thorne. An illegitimate son used as a tool by his family. The Thorne family held immense power, dabbling in both legitimate and shady businesses. The clean businesses were handed to the eldest son, Adrian Thorne, while the grey industries were dumped on Julian. They pushed Julian into the mud, letting him rot, just to cultivate Adrian, the pristine, gentle, orthodox heir. All the danger, responsibility, and filth were shouldered by Julian. When I met Julian, he had already become a mad dog everyone avoided. I approached him carefully, had guns pointed at me, and was pushed away countless times. Finally, it took nearly five years for him to willingly bury his ruthlessness deep in his bones, becoming the gentle, always-smiling Julian Thorne he is today. The day he broke free from the Thorne family, he proposed to me. I thought this was the final step to max out his affection points, so I agreed. That night, I passed out from Julian's torment. I woke up thinking I had left the mission world. But the next second, I saw Julian's face. And the next second, the damn System told me I conquered the wrong target. The real target was my childhood friend, Adrian Thorne. I had eight months left. I had seen the fate of those who betrayed Julian. So I could only obey him on the surface while secretly plotting. I pretended to have a low sex drive for three days, but on the fourth night, I broke down and begged for mercy. I went back to live with my parents for a few days, and when I returned, I tactfully expressed that my parents disapproved of this marriage. As a result, Julian sent them abroad for retirement on a private jet. They were only brought back after we got our marriage license. Thus, my situation worsened. I started faking chest pains, telling Julian I didn't have long to live, urging him to find someone else soon. As a result, he brought in a medical team to give me a full body checkup. I resigned from Julian's company. Before leaving, I hired many younger, prettier girls, tacitly allowing them to approach Julian, while I secretly prepared the divorce agreement. However, more than six months passed, and apart from when he was with me, Julian was like an ascetic monk. This divorce agreement never found a chance to be presented. But this morning, Julian's behavior was truly abnormal. [System, do you think he sensed my intentions?] [So what? I need to remind you, you have less than two months left.] [Then do you think if I propose a divorce directly, he'll agree?] After two seconds of silence, the System said: [Just run away. Adrian returns in three days. Contact him to pick you up.] I found it absurd. [Reason? Why would Adrian want anything to do with a married woman?] [You and he are childhood sweethearts with over ten years of emotional foundation. You can tell him Julian abuses you, that you regret it, are in pain, and need his help.] Even more absurd. I smiled bitterly: [But Julian treats me very well.] The kind who would give me the moon if I asked for the stars. [Then wait for death.] The System replied coldly. [...] After a long silence, I put the crumpled divorce agreement back in the drawer. [I'll contact Adrian.] 3 At 10:00 PM, Julian still hadn't come home. He hadn't called me either. He never came home later than eight before. I couldn't help but overthink. [System, do you think Julian had an acci...] [He's right in your garage,] the System interrupted me, [He's been there for two hours.] [Is he... alone?] [What else?] [Oh.] [Are you happy? You haven't really fallen in love with him, have you?] [No... no, you're overthinking.] The cold System huffed and went silent. I turned off the light, ready to sleep. Half an hour later, the bedroom door opened, footsteps approached. Julian went straight to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the mattress dipped slightly. Julian lay down and pulled me directly into his arms. "You've been drinking... mm..." Julian rolled over and pressed on me, kissing fiercely and heavily. My pajama buttons were torn open in an instant. My legs were pinned, unable to move. "Julian..." "Wife, I missed you." Julian was urgent, as if holding back anger, not holding back at all. I gradually couldn't take it anymore, reaching out to push against his hip bone: "What's wrong with you tonight... didn't we just... last night..." Julian pinned my hands above my head, ignoring everything. Until I whimpered, he suddenly stopped. I called him softly. The hand gripping my waist gradually loosened, his arm wrapping around my back, turning into a hug. Julian's body was trembling slightly, along with his hot breath. I slowly raised my hand, touching his sweat-dampened face: "Julian, what exactly is wrong, can you tell me?" After a long stare, Julian spoke in a hoarse voice: "Wife, do you want to divorce me?" My heart skipped a beat. I looked away, flipping my hand to wipe his sweat: "No." In the silence, the gloom in Julian's eyes melted away bit by bit. He caught my hand, interlacing our fingers. "Wife, you'll stay by my side forever, right?" I forced a smile: "Right." Julian stopped talking, his hand slowly stroking my brow, my eyes, then my hair. His dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool. I couldn't help but push him: "Can you... be gentler?" Julian seemed not to feel it, cupping my face and kissing down without explanation. Became gentle. More torturous. Julian whispered in my ear: "Wife, I love you." "...I know." The next morning at ten, Julian had already gone to the office. Not long after I woke up, a message popped up on my phone. [Wife, does what you said last night still count?] After hesitating for half a minute, I replied: [It counts.] After clicking send, I suddenly thought of something. I immediately got out of bed and ran to the vanity. The moment I opened the third drawer, my blood ran cold. The divorce agreement was gone. 4 I went downstairs absentmindedly. The housekeeper reheated breakfast for me and mentioned that the plate of red bean cakes was made by Julian personally. I inexplicably wanted to laugh. The first gift I ever gave Julian was red bean cakes I made myself. [System, Julian knows I planned to divorce him, but he seems... to have chosen to give me another chance.] [So what? Don't tell me you choose to stay by his side and wait for death.] My hand holding the red bean cake paused, and I pursed my lips: [...I didn't think that, just... I feel it's hard to make a move now. Julian seems to be able to read my mind.] The System sighed: [He's cheating.] [Huh?] [This was originally a novel world. Maybe... you know about things like 'bullet screen comments'?] [I know. What... did Julian see?] The System sighed again: [Let me show you one: "Your wife doesn't love you at all, you're about to become a wild man nobody wants~"] [...] I rubbed my forehead: [Can't we stop those people from posting comments?] [Can't. They are esteemed VIPs. My reach isn't that long.] [...Then I'm screwed? Everything I do is like a live broadcast...] [Cheer up. Severe spoilers are automatically blocked by the backend.] [Like what?] [Like you running away. And, I will help you.] [How?] [I can act as a communication simulator to help you send messages, avoiding your phone being monitored by Julian and leaking information.] I took a bite of the red bean cake, chewing slowly. Julian made it much better than I did. Soft and sweet, sweet to the heart. [System, please send a message to Adrian. Just say... when he returns, I want to see him.] [Jenny (original name: Jiang Ningyi)! What can these few words accomplish?] The System's tone was full of disappointment. I poked the red bean cake, feeling guilty: [Let's test his attitude first. If it really doesn't work... I'll think of another way.]
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