📕She came back with her fl, glad to ditch her “freeloader” ex—till I took her family’s biggest deal

📖 Story Synopsis: “Here’s one hundred million. Divorce me.” My wife, Margarita, pushed a divorce agreement in front of me. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was as cold as ice, without the slightest trace of warmth. I was stunned. Not because of the divorce— —but because I had transmigrated into a novel. And not just any role. I had become Ethan, the pathetic simp second male lead in this contract-marriage story. According to the original plot, I was supposed to cry and beg while desperately clinging to Margarita’s leg, refusing to let go. What a joke. She was a cold billionaire CEO, the untouchable dream woman countless men worshipped from afar. Not to mention the monthly allowance of one hundred thousand she gave me for being her obedient loser husband. Who wouldn’t want a life like that? But unfortunately for her— I didn’t want it anymore. Three years of contract marriage. Husband and wife in name only. Because Margarita had always been in love with another man—the male lead, Ezekiel. To her credit, she at least had enough morals not to cheat on me. But I knew the plot. Very soon, Ezekiel would return to the country. And when that happened, the two of them would join forces to crush me, the pathetic second male lead, until I lost everything and died miserably on the streets. To hell with being a loser. To hell with being a simp. I quit.