My husband went to the airport to pick up his "first love," the one who got away. Funny enough, my boyfriend was flying back into the country today, too. His first love, smiling blissfully, clung to my husband’s arm. "It's your seventh wedding anniversary today," she cooed. "Won't your wife be mad that you're picking me up?" Damian chuckled, full of indulgent affection. "Silly, she doesn't even kn—" He stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, locked on something in front of him. Specifically, me. I was walking straight toward him, one hand linked with a handsome man, the other holding the hand of a little girl. The little girl looked up at me and chirped, "Mommy! Are you going to eat dinner with Daddy and me today?" I beamed. "Of course!" Damian looked like he was about to explode. The System was losing its mind in my head: [ Host! This is a 'Redemption Arc' romance novel! What are you DOING?! ] Me: "What? A 'Husband Redemption Arc' is still a redemption arc, right?" 01 Damian stormed over and grabbed my arm, his voice shaking with rage. "Genevieve, who is this man?" I felt zero shame about being caught. If anything, the thrill of two-timing was exhilarating. I shook his hand off with enough force to make him stumble back. System: [ Damn, girl, you been working out? ] I lifted my chin. "Who is he? Just a friend who got back from overseas." "And you? Why are you here? Stalking me? Or meeting your mistress?" I said the word "mistress" loudly, pointing a finger directly at Sarah. Passersby started whispering. Sarah’s face turned bright red. She tugged at Damian’s sleeve, silently begging him to defend her. But Damian was too busy drowning in disbelief, heartbreak, and anger. He pointed a shaking finger at the little girl. "And her? Why did she call you Mommy?" I pulled Mia close, letting her lean against me. "Her mother died giving birth to her. I just feel bad for the kid. I wanted to be a mother figure to her, since she doesn't have one by blood." "Do you really have to force me to say this in front of a child?" "Damian, I didn't realize you were this insensitive." He let out a bitter laugh, pointing at himself. "I'm insensitive? On our seventh anniversary, you're out with another man, letting his kid call you Mommy, and you're calling me insensitive?" At that moment, Julian—the man I was with—stepped forward. He looked at Damian, then at me, his expression gentle and apologetic. "I'm sorry, did I cause trouble for you?" "Maybe I should take Mia and go." "Your husband seems... temperamental. You should probably comfort him so he doesn't misunderstand." Excuse me? I know a high-quality man when I see one. "Ignore him," I said, grabbing Julian’s hand and taking Mia’s with the other. "Let's go get dinner." We walked away, leaving Damian standing there with red-rimmed eyes. 02 In the real world, I was a nurse-turned-nanny, exhausted and broke. All I did was leave a comment on a TikTok video: [ When is it my turn to call someone 'Daddy' and get free money? ] Next thing I knew, I was transmigrated into a "Redemption Arc" angst novel. I had a husband. I had money. Seems perfect, right? Except this was a "Father and Son Redemption" story. The original host (Genevieve) supported her husband when he was broke, gave birth to his son via C-section, and dedicated her life to them. But the husband, Damian, and the son, Leo, both preferred the "White Moonlight," Sarah. Damian spent nights away with Sarah. Leo screamed that he wanted Sarah to be his mom. Eventually, the original host got fed up, left them both, and moved abroad to start a new life. The father and son then realized their mistake and groveled for forgiveness. Hence, the "Crematorium" (Redemption) Arc. System: [ The Crematorium genre is about the female lead suffering first! Not you throwing the male lead into an actual incinerator! ] I scoffed. "Isn't a 'Husband Redemption' just torturing the man until he regrets everything? Just watch me work." 03 I spent the evening with Julian and Mia. Dinner, bowling, amusement park. It was exhausting but fun. We even caught a movie before I went home. It was late. When I walked in, my ungrateful son, Leo, was running around with a water gun. Pew pew pew. Seeing me, he got excited. He aimed right at my eyes and fired. In the original story, this brat had zero respect for his mother. He treated her like an unpaid maid. He thought Sarah was his "real" mom because she let him eat junk food and run wild. I rubbed my stinging eye, rage flaring up. Just as I was about to discipline him, a sickly sweet voice interrupted. "Leo, come here! Careful, the bad person might hit you!" Leo ran to Sarah, giggling. Sarah looked at me provocatively, pretending to scold my son. "Leo, honey, don't shoot water at strangers' eyes, okay? Mommy and Daddy won't be happy." Strangers? Mommy and Daddy? I looked at her. She was wearing my silk nightgown—the limited edition one my best friend bought me. She was in my house, wearing my clothes, parenting my child, and probably sleeping with my husband. And she thought she was the main dish? I grabbed a pitcher of fruit tea from the table and dumped it over her head. Blueberries, strawberries, and tea dripped down her perfectly styled hair, ruining her makeup. "Genevieve!" she shrieked. "Are you crazy?!" I put the pitcher down slowly, crossed my arms, and watched her jump around. "What's the fuss?" I said lazily. "My clothes got dirty. Just washing them." Sarah was shaking with rage. Leo saw her distress and aimed his water gun at me again. "Don't bully Sister Sarah!" I snatched the gun from him. Holding the barrel, I used the heavy handle to smack him right on the mouth. Kids have soft skin. It split instantly. Blood welled up. Leo wailed. "WAAAAH! Bad mommy! I'm telling Daddy to beat you up!" 04 "What is going on down here?!" Damian stormed down the spiral staircase from his study. Sarah immediately crumbled into a delicate, rain-battered flower. "Damian... finally." "I don't know why, but the moment Sister came in, she hit Leo with the toy gun." "I tried to stop her, and she poured water on me." She sobbed quietly. A masterclass in acting. Damian opened his mouth to yell, but I beat him to it. "Damian! What kind of father are you?" Damian: ? I put my hands on my hips. "Look at your son! He's lawless! Other kids are learning Spanish and coding at seven. Your son? He plays with toys and assaults people! If it wasn't for Sarah 'disciplining' him, he'd be useless!" I sighed dramatically. "Boys really are a bad investment. Look at Mia, she's so smart and polite." Sarah choked on her fake tears. When I stopped engaging in their petty jealousy games and stopped caring about them, her tricks were useless. Damian was so stunned by my outburst, his eyes watered. "You think I'm a bad father?" He pulled out his phone and scrolled through photos. "You spent all day playing house with that man and his daughter! Did you think about your son at home with no mother?!" The photos were of me, Julian, and Mia, laughing and having fun. "You tracked me?" I asked, incredulous. A tear slid down Damian's cheek. He was consumed by jealousy. "I didn't track you! Your little boyfriend sent these to me to provoke me!" "I want you to cut him off! Come back to your family!" In the original book, Sarah provoked the heroine daily upon her return. Sending photos, making noise in the bedroom... Now the tables were turned, and he couldn't handle it? I said coldly, "Dirty minds see dirty things." "He's just a friend. I was welcoming him back to the country. Stop being so disgusting." "I'm moving out for a few days. I can't deal with your tantrums." Damian couldn't stop me. He smashed a vase in rage. "Go then! If you leave, don't ever come back!" 05 Unlimited money, no husband or kid to serve. Shopping and spa days every day. Life was good. Then Mia came to me, hugging her stuffed bunny. "Auntie Gen, can you go to my parent-teacher conference the day after tomorrow?" "Other kids have moms. I want a mom too." "I'll give you my favorite bunny." Aww. This little munchkin knew how to negotiate. Way better than those two freeloaders at home. I was about to say yes when I remembered something. Mia and Leo were in the same class. Oops. Usually, I handled everything for Leo. Damian never cared about school stuff. If I didn't go... no one would go for him. But I was orchestrating a Father-Son Crematorium arc. Did I care? "Sure, Mia! Auntie will go to all your conferences from now on!"
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