My Wish Came True, But My Husband Cried

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We were right in the middle of being intimate when my husband of ten years abruptly pulled away.

Honestly, I find this incredibly boring. You are just tedious.

The very next second, he walked straight to the guest room without looking back.

When I stood outside his door, crying and begging him to open it, my son was busy pouring the warm bedtime milk I had prepared for him down the sink.

"Daddy doesn't like Mommy, so Archie doesn't like Mommy either."

Late that night, entirely crushed by despair, the woman chose to hang herself in the study.

But I am a top tier system host, born with an absolute deficit of empathy.

When I took over the body, the System told me I had one wish.

I pondered for a long time before speaking with icy calm.

"I want to have some class."

So that very night, I did not go crying to my husband's door again. Instead, I graced the biggest nightclub in the city with my presence.

The next day.

Covered in a chaotic mosaic of hickeys in various shades of lipstick, I watched with great interest as Dillamond paid my bail with a face like thunder.

[Ahhhhh! You stupid host, what the hell were you doing at the club last night!]

[The male lead's affection meter just dropped into the negatives! We are going to be obliterated at this rate, you jerk!]

I ignored the noisy voice that had been buzzing in my head all night.

Carefully, I adjusted the Burberry plaid silk scarf around my neck.

I reached out and patted Dillamond's broad, tailored shoulders.

"Thanks. Whatever the fine is, I will wire you double later."

Dillamond's spine jolted violently beneath my palm.

He turned his face with great difficulty, gritting his teeth as he growled at me in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down. Do you think it is glorious for Mrs. Lockwood to get caught soliciting female escorts?"

I brushed it off, casually borrowing an excuse he used to give me all the time.

"Nothing even happened between us."

"Stop being so paranoid."

Dillamond shook off my hand in disgust and strode ahead.

"True. What could a woman like you possibly do to them anyway? You just wanted to get my attention."

A woman like me?

Dillamond suddenly curled his lips into a smirk, turning back with a hint of cruel amusement.

"I get it. Just because I said you were boring last night, you wanted to sneak out and learn a few tricks from other wo..."

The rest of his sentence died in his throat.

As his eyes swept over my entire figure, he suddenly jumped back as if stung by a hornet.

He did not even bother to pick up his favorite designer sunglasses that had slipped from his face and clattered onto the pavement.

He just frantically reached out, his hands trembling as he touched my waist.

"Sylvia, are you insane? What did you do to yourself?"

"What are these rock hard ridges on your stomach?"

I shook my head and sighed to the System.

"Look."

"Look at how interested he is in me now."

System: [?]

[Care to repeat that? Does this look like normal romantic interest to you!]

I let out a helpless, breathy laugh.

Then, effortlessly, I caught Dillamond's hands as he tried to feel further down.

I pressed my long, slender knuckles against his lips, which were flushed red from agitation.

I spoke with dripping indulgence.

"Be good. There are too many people around, do not make a scene."

"I know you like it. Wait until we get home, and Daddy will let you take your time and look all you want."

After a burst of chaotic static in my brain, the System let out a roar of absolute despair.

[What the hell are you talking about! Did the original host's hanging cut off the oxygen to your brain too?]

[And why are you acting like the dominant CEO! Dillamond is the actual male lead of this book!]

I absentmindedly planted a soft kiss on the corner of Dillamond's mouth to soothe his growing restlessness while replying to the System.

"Who made the rule that there can only be one male lead? I have heard of a genre called double male leads."

Right as the System and I were deeply debating why romance novels could not have two alpha male leads, Dillamond finally snapped out of his daze and violently broke free from my grip.

He frantically wiped his mouth, gagging, his eyes red as he roared at me incoherently.

"Get away from me, you freak! This is disgusting. You belong in an asylum. I want a divorce!"

I looked at him with profound disappointment, as if watching a street urchin throw a tantrum.

"You are being entirely too unreasonable. You know I prefer my partners to have some dignity."

"I will give you some time to cool off."

Then I slipped into his Porsche parked by the curb.

Without a shred of hesitation, I slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

The System instantly started screaming in my head again.

[Who is the one that needs to cool off!]

[Did you not see the male lead looking like he was about to wet himself? How are you supposed to win his heart now that you are acting like a macho man!]

[Turn the car around right now and apologize to him sincerely! Tell him you will never go to a nightclub again!]

Just as the System's pitch reached a piercing high C, a sudden notification chimed.

[Book's Abuse Satisfaction Value +20]

The System's screaming abruptly changed its tune.

[Wait, what?]

I curled the corners of my lips into a faint smile.

"I am the main character too, am I not?"

"I am perfectly capable of abusing others to make myself feel good."

I left Dillamond stranded on the sidewalk and drove back to the Lockwood estate with zero guilt.

As I walked through the door, the usually quiet house was echoing with sharp, piercing wails.

My eight year old son, Archie, was currently burying his face in my mother in law's chest, crying as if his heart had been shattered.

"I do not care, I want Auntie Lily to be my mommy!"

"Mommy is mean and bad. She never takes me to play with other kids like Auntie Lily does. Archie hates the mommy we have now."

His pale little face, which looked exactly like a miniature version of Dillamond, was completely red from sobbing.

My mother in law, her heart aching, kept wiping the teardrops from his cheeks.

"Do not cry, my sweet boy. Grandma will tell Daddy to bring Auntie Lily home to marry him, okay?"

As she coaxed him, her own anger flared up.

"If Dillamond had not been so young and blind back then, insisting on marrying Sylvia, there is no way she could have scammed her way into our family."

"Look at Lily. She is so much better. Young, beautiful, and a PhD graduate. She would be a million times better at raising a child than this useless housewife."

"When Dillamond gets back, I am going to convince them to divorce immediately!"

Archie did not understand the heavy words, he just kept hiccuping.

"Thank you, Grandma. Archie loves Grandma the most."

The System was pacing anxiously in my head.

[Why is this little brat turning on you? The original host used to love him more than her own eyes.]

[Host, hurry up and butter up this vicious mother in law. If the male lead really marries the side character, we are totally screwed!]

I slightly narrowed my long, sharp eyes, shooting a dangerous glare at the crying child.

I reached out with a long arm, hauling him into my embrace by his collar, and warned him in a low, husky voice.

"You spineless little thing. How can a son of Sylvia shed tears so easily?"

Seeing me, the deep disgust on my mother in law's face froze into shock.

"Sylvia, what the hell are you wearing? Are you trying to get yourself killed looking like some androgynous freak?"

"Children do not lie. If you are unlikable, do not take your anger out on Archie!"

I ignored her completely, offering my son a merciful promise instead.

"By the end of this year at the latest, I will give you a few younger brothers to keep you company."

Archie froze for a few seconds. Then, terrified tears instantly flooded his eyes again.

"Archie does not want brothers!"

"Mommy promised Archie would be Mommy and Daddy's only favorite child!"

He looked toward his usually doting grandmother out of habit, begging for help.

But upon hearing the words younger brothers, my mother in law was practically ecstatic.

She brushed Archie off with a half hearted pat.

"Archie, you are still too young. When you grow up, you will understand the benefits of having brothers."

"When your little brothers are born, you have to let them have their way. You need to learn how to share and never bully them."

Archie's little face went deathly pale, and he started wailing even louder.

My expression gradually turned freezing cold. I raised my hand and slammed it viciously onto the solid mahogany coffee table.

"Did you not just say you wanted lots of kids to play with you? Now that I am actually going to give you brothers, why are you throwing a fit?"

"Crying constantly, changing your mind every five seconds. You do not have my last name, and you do not even look like me. Why should I waste my time raising a useless child like you?"

"Shed one more tear, and you will stand in the corner of the study for half an hour."

Archie stared at me in pure disbelief, then opened his mouth and howled as if his lungs were tearing apart.

"Mommy is mean! Bad Mommy, ugly Mommy! Get out of my house! I want Auntie Lily to be my mommy!"

I stood right where I was, my eyes as cold as if I were training a disobedient dog.

"Are you done crying?"

"You can sleep on the floor of the study tonight."

I grabbed the wrist of my mother in law, who was trying to rush forward to comfort him, pinning it down hard.

"Do not bother playing the saint. If you love serving a prince so much, go give birth to one yourself."

"Your husband was a very generous man in his youth. If you look hard enough, you might even find a few of his illegitimate kids to bring home."

I dropped like a nuclear bomb, equally traumatizing everyone in the room.

The System was already jumping up and down in sheer panic inside my brain.

[It is over! Host, your life is totally over!]

[Great, just great. You managed to deeply offend the two people the male lead cares about the most in one breath. Let's just pack up our bags and hit the reset button.]

I remained completely unbothered.

I grabbed Archie by the collar and marched him all the way into the study.

I forced him to stand right in front of the noose that was still firmly bolted to the ceiling.

Only then did I raise my eyes, looking at that thick hemp rope, which still bore faint, dark red stains.

"Last night, you poured out the bedtime milk I warmed for you, did you not? You said you only wanted to eat things made by Auntie Lily."

Archie stiffened his neck, shivering violently in fear, yet stubbornly refusing to look at me.

I lowered my head, looking at him with a sliver of genuine pity.

"As you wish."

"The love you so deeply despised will never be given to you again."

"Stand here and think about it. Consider it our final goodbye."

Archie did not get the comfort he imagined.

He had no idea why his mother had suddenly become so bizarre and icy.

Looking utterly pathetic, he tentatively reached out, trying to hug my leg.

"Mommy, Archie knows he was wrong."

I remained entirely impassive.

"You already did the thing you are sorry for, so keep your apologies to yourself."

He was sorely mistaken if he thought I would act like that pitiful woman.

She would have melted into a puddle of forgiveness at the first sign of a half hearted apology. Not me.

Ignoring the teary eyed child, I walked into the master bedroom and dove into the soft, luxurious mattress.

In the dead of night, someone pounded urgently on my door.

"Sylvia! Archie is having febrile seizures from a high fever! Get up right now and take him to the hospital!"

It took me a long moment to process the noise before I slowly sat up.

My hands patted around the nightstand.

I easily pulled out a brand new pair of industrial earplugs.

Dillamond used to wear these all the time.

Because he detested the sound of my light breathing and the faint rustle of my pajamas when I slept.

Once I put them in.

Archie's crying and the chaotic panic of the Lockwood household instantly vanished.

They worked wonderfully.

Forgive everything before you sleep, hold all grudges when you wake up.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt incredibly refreshed.

But it seemed someone else was the one holding a grudge.

I was gently biting off a strand of pasta, enjoying my morning intermittent fasting routine.

Suddenly, Dillamond's cold, impatient voice echoed from the top of the stairs.

"Lily is returning from abroad today. Give me the car keys, I am picking her up from the airport."

I paused my chewing.

"Archie was hospitalized last night. He relies on Lily the most. From today onward, I am having Lily move in to keep him company."

"Sylvia, do not say I did not warn you. The crazier you act, the faster whatever feelings I have left for you will disappear."

"That girl is not like you. I sponsored her education, and she just graduated and entered the real world. If you dare to use your disgusting, underhanded tricks on her..."

He tapped his fingers lightly against the stair railing, looking down at me with ruthless indifference.

"I would not mind letting her become Archie's actual mother."

I remained silent, meeting his gaze. The System was already losing its mind.

[Dead dead dead! We have officially entered Nightmare Mode!]

[Who told you to play crazy and ruin all your relationships! You stupid host, are you trying to destroy me?]

The moment Dillamond turned his back to leave.

I finally stood up, staring at him without blinking.

"I think, between us, we should at least have a fair competition."

Dillamond looked as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. A mocking sneer touched his lips.

"You? You think you can compete with Lily?"

"Stop making a scene, Sylvia. Just sit quietly in your position as Mrs. Lockwood. Is it not better to just take the money and forget about love?"

"This is the biggest concession I am willing to make, and it is only because you gave birth to Archie."

I watched Dillamond's arrogant, aloof silhouette.

I shook my head in regret.

Who said I was competing with Lily for the title of Mrs. Lockwood?

I picked up the phone from the table, which had been buzzing continuously from last night all the way to this morning.

Slowly and methodically, I replied to Lily's message.

[Okay, I accept your confession.]