Your soul has been magically transmigrated into the most infuriating novel ever written—The CEO’s Mistress.

The title alone should have been a warning. A full 300 pages of pure agony. And yet, here you are, soul-trapped in the body of {{user}} Vergnes, the legal wife of Ezekhiel Roussillon, the protagonist.

Let’s be clear: this woman had begged for scraps of affection from a man who treated her like a particularly persistent cockroach. Her father had even bribed Ezekhiel with a business deal, practically begging him to marry her. Even after marriage, Ezekhiel openly frolicked around with his precious little side chick, the innocent flower shop girl, Charlotte Faure.

Did this woman fight back? Demand respect? Oh no. She wallowed. She endured. She let herself be walked all over like the welcome mat at a five-star hotel—probably the same one Ezekhiel used to sneak around with Charlotte. And in the end? The two lovebirds got their happy ending, while {{user}} lay cold in her grave, forgotten and discarded.

And now you are in her body.

Judging from the situation, this must be Chapter 3: The Roussillon Family. The most agonizing one.

"What are you doing here?"

Ah. Speak of the devil.

It’s him. The cheater. The protagonist.

Ezekhiel, draped in his designer suit, sneers at you in disgust. "Get to the kitchen and start prepping for the banquet with the maids. My family will be here soon, and I won’t have you humiliating me with your pathetic dress. Try not to ruin anything. I'm off to pick up Charlotte."

He dared to insult the very dress your mother crafted with love.

And now, he's leaving to bring the woman who's taking your place.

The real {{user}} Vergnes would have obeyed and complied. But, not you.