1 The day billionaire Jason went bankrupt, he tried to jump off a skyscraper. There I was, his trophy wife of five years, clinging to his leg in tears. He looked moved—until I spoke: "Don't jump! My Birkin payment hasn't cleared!" His face darkened instantly. Later, after a truck sent him flying, I whispered by his hospital bed: "Honey, Cartier has a new ring. Just 10 years of DoorDash to afford it!" Even in a coma, his eyelid twitched in rage. Floating comments called me a gold-digging parasite. They shut up fast when I funded his comeback with millions. No protagonist halo? Fine—I'll steal the spotlight myself. “Jason, don’t jump! The final payment on my new Birkin hasn’t cleared yet.” Jason turned to look at me, pure shock on his face. “Why are you still here?” I doubled down on my act. “You promised you’d take care of me for life! You can’t go back on your word, no matter what!” The live comments continued to float past my eyes. [> OMG I see why he hates her later. She so deserves it.] [> He’s about to jump and all she can think about is bags and money. The ML is living a tragedy.] [> How else can they show how kind the real female lead is? When he jumps, she’ll appear and save him. I can't wait!] My lip twitched as I read them. It was a long shot, but I had to try. I tightened my grip on Jason’s leg. He stared down at the river of traffic below, rubbing his temples. “I’m bankrupt, Chloe. I can’t support you anymore.” “There’s a card on the desk in the bedroom. It has five hundred thousand dollars on it. The pin is your birthday. Just go.” I couldn’t see his expression, but it was the first time I had ever heard such a defeated tone in his voice. Even on the brink of death, he was still thinking about leaving me a way out. I tugged on the hem of his shirt, my voice firming with resolve. “No! If worst comes to worst, I’ll support you!” At that, he whipped his head around, his eyes a storm of complex emotions. Before he could answer, I pressed on. “Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. I got you a present!” The wind on the rooftop suddenly howled, making his dress shirt flap violently against his frame. It made him look even more precarious. After a long moment, the man asked in disbelief, “You… got me a present?” In five years of marriage, Jason had given me countless gifts. This was the first time he’d ever heard of me getting one for him. I held out my hand. “Let’s go home, okay?” He hesitated, then finally, his hand met mine. The comments shrieked. [> Wait, what? Why is the side chick stealing the female lead’s lines?] 2 Back home, Jason stared speechlessly at the “gift” I presented. I held up the latest, skintight designer dress, pressing it against Jason’s broad chest for measurement. “Hmm,” I said with a serious expression. “I think it’s a little small.” Then, with feigned distress, I added, “And they have a strict no-return policy. Oh, well. I guess I’ll just have to wear it myself.” A choked laugh escaped Jason. He turned without a word and headed straight back to the rooftop. Before I could even react, he had vanished around the stairwell corner. I stomped my foot in frustration, letting out a sharp cry. “Jason! You cheapskate!” His magnetic voice drifted down from above. “I left my phone up there. I’m just getting it.” That dress added another two thousand dollars to Jason’s debt. To make ends meet, he had no choice but to start delivering food. But no matter how busy he was, he always rushed home at noon to cook for me. Looking at the man in the bright yellow delivery uniform, drenched in sweat, who could believe that just ten days ago he was a Wall Street titan worth billions? He expertly tied an apron and began chopping vegetables in the kitchen with practiced ease. This entire shoebox apartment was smaller than the master bathroom in our old penthouse. I was curled up on the couch, munching on the mango slices he’d prepared for me, scrolling through the eight-figure balance on my banking app. This was all just pocket money Jason had given me over the years. Then there were the designer bags and jewelry stuffed into half the apartment. All told, it was a small fortune. A pang of guilt made me glance toward the kitchen. I found him with his shirt off, a thin, pink floral apron the only thing covering his torso. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a sheen of sweat highlighting the solid lines of his muscles. He looked like some kind of sinfully hot domestic god. My heart skipped a beat, and my foot kicked the coffee table. “Ow!” 3 Jason heard the noise and rushed over, crouching down to gently massage my foot. “You don’t have to go through this with me, Chloe. I’ll pay back the money for the dress. You should… find a better path for yourself. Don’t waste your time on me.” His eyes were downcast, his voice muffled. I put on my most wounded expression. “I haven’t even complained about you being poor, and now you’re trying to kick me out!” Jason opened his mouth to explain that wasn’t what he meant, but I cut him off with a torrent of accusations. “I get it! You think I spend too much, and now you regret it, don’t you? What did you say when you married me? You said you’d support me forever, and now you want to dump me for some frugal, stay-at-home type, is that it? You heartless bastard!” Jason had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop the stream of nonsense. His voice was tight, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to find the right words. “I just feel like I’m making you suffer.” “The apartment is small and damp, the food isn’t great, we can only afford discounted fruit…” “Chloe, you deserve a better, happier life than this.” Normally, when the sugar daddy goes broke, the sugar baby packs her bags and runs. But after five years, it was impossible not to have feelings for him. He was handsome, rich, and ridiculously generous. He was always busy, disappearing for days at a time, but when he returned, it was always with a shower of diamonds and gold. And most importantly, even at his lowest point, his last thought was of me, leaving me every penny he had left. I couldn't leave. I didn't want to leave. I grabbed the collar of his apron, flipped him over, and pressed him down onto the sofa. Then I planted a loud, firm kiss on his sexy, thin lips. “You said you’d support me for life. Not a minute less, not a second less. I’m stuck with you, Jason.” A dense cloud of comments materialized before my eyes again. [> Damn, girl is eating good. Let me tap in for a chapter or two.] [> Not gonna lie, the side chick and the ML are hot together. I kinda ship it.] [> Sis, don’t go down that road. The ML belongs to the FL. This won't end well for her.] [> Btw where is my girl?? Don’t let this evil woman fool you, Jason! The FL is your soulmate!] [> The original plot where they met was already ruined. The next scene is the ML getting humiliated while delivering food. The FL is supposed to show up there.] I pretended not to see them and deepened the kiss, holding Jason’s chin. I watched his eyes flutter nervously, a deep blush spreading from his ears down his neck. Taking advantage of a gasp for air, Jason gently pushed me away. “Ch-Chloe, the soup is on the stove! I-I have to check on it!” [> AAAAAH! A cold-blooded killer in the boardroom, a pure-hearted puppy for his wife! What is this heavenly man?!] [> Okay, the ML and his little drama-queen-trophy-wife are actually kinda cute. I’m in.] [> I’m in too.] [> People, stop letting your morals be guided by hot faces!] [> Don’t ship it, you guys. The side character is destined to be killed off by the plot. You’re just setting yourself up for heartbreak.] I had started seeing these bizarre, floating comments a long time ago. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But when the things they talked about started coming true, one after another, I had no choice but to believe them. From their chatter, I learned that my world was a novel. And I was the disposable side character. A mere plot device to advance the love story of the main characters. First, I was the selfish contrast to the female lead’s kindness. Later, I was the obstacle that would strengthen their bond. After seeing the comments, I tried desperately to change the story. But often, the plot would take over, turning me into an unconscious NPC, a puppet on a string. Like the day Jason stood on that rooftop. The plot was forcing me to follow my script: grab the money and run. And Jason was left to face his despair alone. But at the last second, the comments woke me up. And when I saw them mention the exact time the female lead was supposed to appear, a plan began to form in my mind. 4 Jason continued to work from dawn till dusk, delivering food. I was lounging at home, blissfully eating a small cake he’d just brought back for me, when the comments suddenly appeared: [> It’s today! The villain finds out the ML is a delivery guy and orders a cake for the FL’s birthday just so the ML has to deliver it. Then he’s going to humiliate him!] [> My girl is about to make her entrance! Damsel saving the hero! I’m so ready for this!] [> Once the FL appears, Chloe the cannon fodder is done for.] [> I suddenly feel a little bad for Chloe. The first thing the ML did after a big order was buy her a cake. She must think he really loves her, not knowing that personal feelings get erased by the power of the plot.] The day had finally come. I quickly grabbed a hefty-looking designer bag and rushed to the city’s largest hotel. A welcome sign for the female lead, Seraphina Thorne’s, birthday party stood at the entrance. As soon as I walked in, I spotted that familiar splash of yellow. Jason, with his broad shoulders and long legs, couldn’t hide his handsome figure even in a delivery uniform. He was pushing a towering, multi-tiered cake when a group of rich young men blocked his path. The leader was Asher, the villain the comments were talking about. Asher looked Jason up and down, his face a mask of contempt. “Jason, you forced me out of the country back then. I never thought karma would be such a bitch, and so quick.” “Tsk, tsk. Look at you. Pathetic as a stray dog.” The group erupted in laughter. After being overshadowed by Jason for so many years, Asher was eager to kick the man while he was down. To add to the fun, Asher’s friend, Kyle, chimed in. “Hey, Ash, did you hear the best part?” “Jason’s broke, but his little gold digger is still sticking around!” Another guy added, “What a waste! Can he even afford to keep a woman on a delivery boy’s salary?” The laughter grew louder, more piercing. Seeing Jason remain silent, Kyle provoked him further. “How about this? I’ll give you a million dollars. You send that little wife of yours to my place. If she keeps me happy, I’ll…” Jason’s chest heaved. He swung a fist, sending Kyle sprawling to the ground. “You dare hit me?!” The surrounding bodyguards swarmed forward, pinning Jason to the floor. Kyle wiped a smear of blood from his lip, then strode forward and kicked Jason hard in the stomach. “You think you’re still the untouchable king of this city? You can’t protect anyone now.” Jason gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with hatred. “Whatever you have a problem with, you deal with me.” Asher shot Kyle a meaningful look. Kyle understood immediately. He pulled out his phone, aimed it at Jason, and sneered. “I don’t want to make things hard for you. Just get on your knees and crawl through my legs, and I’ll leave your precious little tramp alone.” “What do you say?” [> Using a woman to threaten the ML. The villains are as trashy as ever.] [> This is it! They have to humiliate him so that when the FL steps in to save him, he’ll fall in love at first sight and she’ll become his one true love.] [> The poor ML. Why do they always have to torture him before giving him a tiny bit of happiness? Is that the only way love can happen?] [> Seriously…] [> That’s just how these novels work. How else would it be interesting?] The comments started arguing amongst themselves. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing a few sane voices. If people were questioning it, it meant things could change. Just as the villains were forcing Jason to his knees, and just a second before Seraphina was about to step forward to save him, I charged in. I stormed in, swinging my two-hundred-thousand-dollar handbag like a medieval flail and started wailing on Kyle and Asher’s thick skulls. “Crawl through your daddy’s legs? Well, your daddy’s right here! Get to kneeling!”
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