Chapter 1
I was very confused after reading all the comments.
Simon Morrison and I had been married for five years, during which time he had been cold and distant toward me. I couldn’t believe someone like that would do such things.
But now that I had caught him in a compromising situation, I couldn’t help but continue taunting him. “And here I thought you were some noble, chivalrous gentleman. Look at you now, so desperate and needy. How pathetic.”
Simon did not say anything, but the hand in his pocket was tightly clenched. Faintly, a vein bulged on his forehead.
“Jessica is too bold. She’s stabbing him right where it hurts! No wonder she ends up getting locked up by Simon later.”
“Oh my god, please stop hurting Simon! Hasn’t he suffered enough? He hasn’t dared to even touch you after marrying you, and you keep mocking him!”
“Simon loves you so much. He was so happy when he married you, but life after marriage has been nothing but misery. Just wait—when he finally breaks, you’ll regret your actions!”
Amidst the stream of comments, I caught on to an important piece of information.
Simon loved me?
How was that possible?
I had known from the start that I was living in the world of a romance novel.
Simon was the supporting male lead, while I was the evil female antagonist.
In the story, the male and female leads were supposed to live happily ever after.
So, to ensure that I wouldn’t ruin the main storyline, Simon proposed a political marriage to my family. They were desperate to marry me off since I had ruined my own reputation by trying to frame the female lead.
Thus, Simon and my family, the Cunninghams, came to an agreement, and I became Simon’s wife.
However, Simon did not love me. He never touched me in the two years since our marriage.
I hated him too. I made trouble for him at every turn, always finding ways to upset him.
Just as I was lost in thought, more comments began appearing.
“Reminder: Simon’s Evilness Level is at 99%. One more harsh word, and he might completely lose control!”
“Amazing! Are we going to get some action in the study? We’re in for a treat!”
When I saw the dark expression on Simon’s face, I swallowed the insult at the tip of my tongue, adjusted my tone, and said reluctantly, “I mean… you look pretty cute when you blush.”
Simon remained stoic. He gave me a cold look, then took his blanket and turned away. “I’m sleeping in the study tonight. I won’t bother you.”
“Oh no, Simon feels hurt. Time for him to comfort himself with Jessica’s lace lingerie.”
“She doesn’t know that yet! Every time Simon gets upset, he steals her lingerie. He’s ruined so many of them!”
“Not just her lingerie. Did you see those toys in the study? My, even a veteran would blush!”
Simon had a private study that no one was ever allowed to enter.
He claimed it was filled with confidential company documents. I had no interest in such things, so I had never attempted to set foot inside.
However, after seeing the comments, I was intrigued. While he wasn’t paying attention, I slipped into the study.
It was late at night by then. Finally, I saw what the room was truly hiding.
The walls in the room were covered with my photos and on the desk piled my worn bras and skimpy nightgowns.
Simon, usually austere and ascetic, had his nose buried in one of my lingerie as he caressed my face in a photo. His eyes were burning with a twisted obsession.
“Jessie, what am I supposed to do about you?” I heard him mumble. “I want to leave my mark on every inch of your body. I want the world to know who you belong to.”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed my garments repeatedly.
