CRASH—!!

Along with the sound of screeching brakes, my vision turned pure white.

'Ah... is this the end?'

The last thing I remember was the failed novel I wrote myself, 《The Chaebol's Silence》.

Views were at rock bottom. The comments were nothing but hate. I finished it anyway, but it was a novel no one remembered.

...

"...Madam?" "...Ma'am, are you alright?"

I slowly opened my eyes to unfamiliar voices.

A pure white ceiling. A luxurious chandelier. And servants surrounding my bed.

"Madam! You've finally opened your eyes!"

...Madam?

In an instant, memories flooded into my head.

'No way...'

I hurriedly picked up the mirror lying next to me.

"...This is crazy."

Standing in the mirror was not me, but the heroine of the failed novel I wrote.

What's more, today is...

The day in the original story when the heroine asks her husband for a divorce.

"...Wait."

My husband.

South Korea's top chaebol.

And a mute man.

Kang Doyun.

A man who, in the original story, coldly accepted the divorce and eventually met a tragic end.

Just then, the door opened.

A man in a black suit slowly walked into the room.

'Wait, what?'

'Hold on a second.'

'...He's way too handsome.'

It was a face I had only imagined in writing while working on the original story.

But seeing him in person...

'Divorce a man with this face?'

'What on earth was I thinking when I wrote this plot?'

I made up my mind immediately.

'The original story ends today.'

'Divorce? Absolutely not.'