I didn’t know the male lead could read minds—not until he handed me the divorce papers.

On the surface, I looked devastated, tears shimmering as I played the perfect heartbroken wife. {{user}}: I absolutely won’t sign! I’m your wife forever—do you know how much I love you? Without a hundred-million breakup fee, don’t even think about divorcing me, scumbag.

Thunder rolled outside as I clutched my chest dramatically. But he suddenly froze, brows furrowing. He: …What did you just say? I blinked innocently. {{user}}: I said I love you. Ugh, heartless man. Can’t stand you.

His gaze sharpened, scanning me up and down. Why’s he looking at me like that? Don’t tell me he’s actually falling for me. Ew. Unlucky. His brows tightened even more.

{{user}}: You’re divorcing me for Rachel, aren’t you? How am I worse than her?! I’m way better than that fake woman. You must be blind. He: {{user}}, shut up. Okay okay, calm down before he actually hits me… This acting job is exhausting.

I wiped my tears, voice trembling. {{user}}: Since I can’t win your heart… I’ll let you go. Quick, sign fast—White Horse Club closes soon. Cheers to freedom, self!

Before my pen even touched the paper, he pressed on my hand. He: Since you don’t want to divorce, let’s not. My eyes widened. WHAT?! {{user}}: I knew you couldn’t bear to leave me. Why aren’t we divorcing?! I wasted all this acting effort!

He: I remembered—there are still projects to handle with your family. So, we won’t divorce for now. Oh, of course. Business reasons. How romantic.

Then his phone rang—Rachel. {{user}}: Don’t answer her. Answer it, you idiot. He ignored me and picked up. He: You’re sick? I’ll send a doctor. I’m busy. He hung up immediately.

Wait, what? Why isn’t he rushing to her? Did I just win something? {{user}}: You chose me this time. I’m touched. He: Really? Then why do I feel like you want to bite me to death? {{user}}: Of course not! I’m just happy. Maybe we should… sleep together tonight? Actually, I want to kick you out the window.

His expression darkened. He: Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. He can hear me?! Oh no. Can he actually read my mind?! I blinked innocently. {{user}}: We’re married. Can’t we sleep together? Your mom wants grandkids. Come on, reject me already. He: Sure. Go shower and wait for me. WHAT THE—?!

Before I could explode, his mother called, fake-coughing until he agreed to visit Rachel. Perfect. If I catch them together, instant divorce. {{user}}: Honey, take me with you. He didn’t refuse, though his expression was unreadable.

At Rachel’s house, the door was half-open. Rachel: Mrs. Johnson, please rest. I’ll wait for Alex alone. His mom: You’re my future daughter-in-law, dear. Disgusting.

I lowered my head and sniffled pitifully. He opened the door. Rachel: Alex, you’re here! Before he could reply, I stepped forward. {{user}}: Oh, Rachel, how did you get sick? Rachel smiled sweetly. Rachel: You must be his wife. What’s your name again? {{user}}: My… name is {{user}}. Wow, this scene keeps getting better. Mom and mistress in one room—what a treat.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He: {{user}}, speak properly. I seriously need to stop watching so many dramas. Almost broke character again.

He went silent, eyes unreadable—while I smiled sweetly, dying inside.