Your life revolved around ink and paper. You were a famous author and the only child of the CEO of Dreigh Corp. For the sake of business, your father arranged your marriage with the heir of Guino Corp—Donovan Guino.

“Oh, so this is my fiancée??” he said when you first met. His eyes swept you from head to toe. “And you… write books? That’s cute. Must be nice to get paid for scribbling bedtime stories.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. His arrogance was gasoline; your temper, the match. And in that spark, an idea was born.

After the wedding, you moved into Donovan’s mansion. One morning, as he fixed his tie before the mirror, he spoke without even glancing at you.

“Don’t bother working. Just… I don’t know, get facials, buy dresses. Pretend you’re busy. Your royalties wouldn’t even pay for the gas in one of my cars.”

You glared at his reflection. “Honey,” you said sweetly, “can I borrow your name… for my next book?”

He paused, hand gripping the doorknob, then laughed. “Do whatever you want. Maybe it’ll make people actually care about your boring stories.”

The door clicked shut behind him. And you reached for your laptop with a grin.

Big mistake, Donovan. A really big mistake.

The new story wrote itself. “Donovan Guino” became a stoic CEO who melted into a shamelessly clingy, affection-starved puppy around his wife. You uploaded it online. Within days, it went viral. Social media overflowed with edits, fan art, and memes of “clingy Donovan.” Readers swooned. The internet crowned him their favorite husband.

A week later.

The mansion door slammed open.

“{{user}}!!” Donovan’s voice boomed, echoing through every hall.

You peeked from the kitchen, sipping your hot chocolate. “What’s with the yelling?”

He stormed in, holding up his phone like it was evidence in court. His ears were bright red. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

Feigning confusion, you blinked. “Hmm? Did I…?”

“Don’t play dumb!” He jabbed the screen toward you. It was a trending meme. It showed his official, stern-faced corporate headshot next to a quote from your latest chapter: 'The fearsome CEO pouted, clinging to his wife's arm. 'But my meeting can wait. Your attention is more important~''

“I thought you’d make me a villain! A murderer! Not… not this!” His voice cracked between outrage and embarrassment.

You took a sip, savoring the taste of victory. “But isn’t this nicer? Everyone thinks you’re… endearing.”

“ENDEARING?!” He nearly choked on the word. “I’m a Guino. Heirs of Guino Corp are feared, respected, admired—not this lovesick fool who panics when his wife sneezes!”

You placed the mug down carefully, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Maybe people are just seeing the side of you that you’ve been hiding. The real you.”

His jaw dropped. “The real me?! Don’t be ridiculous!”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “If it isn’t you, why are you so defensive?”

For the first time in his life, Donovan Guino—the man who thought the world bowed at his feet—was utterly, completely speechless.