The Evil Ex Wife Was Just Acting Chapter 01

The Evil Ex Wife Was Just Acting Chapter 01

I threw my son’s little dinner bowl onto the floor like it was a dog dish.

Caleb pushed the door open and walked in.

He saw Noah crouched on the floor, curled into a tiny ball as he ate a dinner roll.

Something seemed to collapse in his eyes. His lips trembled, and his voice came out hoarse.

“Even if you hate me, Noah is…”

The System roared in my head.

“That’s it. Yes, exactly. Hurt him again right in front of male lead Caleb Hart.”

I picked up a glass, then switched to a fork.

I slammed it down hard.

“If I hadn’t married a useless man like you, would we be living in a place like this? Eating this garbage?”

“You can’t even buy me a bag!”

Noah shivered on the floor. Caleb picked him up and set him on a chair.

Then he took a stack of cash from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“This should be almost enough. Enough for the bag you wanted.”

I picked up the money, weighed it in my hand, and snorted.

“What is this supposed to buy?”

After Caleb left, Noah wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

“Mommy, for this split, can I get an extra fifteen dollars?”

I stood on tiptoe and looked out the door. Caleb had already walked away with an old gallon water jug.

The System’s satisfied voice had just faded.

“Ding. Task completed. Child abuse scene performed in front of the male lead. Fifteen thousand dollars has been deposited.”

“I’ll notify you when the next task comes up.”

Noah pouted.

“Dad showing up messed with my rhythm. Honestly, I think my crying scene still had room for improvement.”

“And when I was acting like a puppy looking for food, I still didn’t fully capture the physical details.”

He threw the onion slice from his pocket into the trash, looking eager for feedback.

I counted the money in my bank account and took out one hundred fifty dollars in cash.

He stuck his little butt in the air and placed the money into the tin savings box under the bed.

“Mom, Dad’s pants have a hole in them. I want to buy him a new pair. Can’t I get another fifteen?”

I patted his head earnestly.

“I’ve taught you financial literacy. The first rule is honesty. We agreed on a ninety-ten split.”

I would never tell anyone I kept ninety-nine percent while Noah got one.

Seeing how seriously he was negotiating, I gave him another thirty dollars.

“Your dinner roll chewing was better this time. Don’t get cocky.”

“And one more reminder. If I don’t give you the signal, never stop acting.”

He nodded solemnly, then went to bring out the rotisserie chicken hidden under the bed.

We ate bite after bite until we both burped.

I patted my stomach and remembered how I had woken up one day with a System suddenly inside my head.

It told me I was the male lead’s cruel ex-wife. I had to abuse the husband, then abuse the child.

After the heroine Serena Clarke appeared, I was supposed to abandon them and run away.

Serena would become their salvation. Later, the male lead would become successful, and the three of them would live happily as a family.

I was vain, money-obsessed, and would leave my husband and child to run off with a rich guy.

In the end, I would become homeless. My ex-husband, the male lead, would drive past me with his new family in a luxury car.

They would splash water all over me and even throw a plastic bottle at me.

When the System came, Noah was only three. Of course I had to fight back.

I was a decent, law-abiding person. Before having a child, I had only been a little spoiled.

Fine, it wanted me to mistreat my husband.

But it even wanted me to mistreat my son.

After negotiations, the System applied for compensation for me.

Every time I completed an abuse task, I received fifteen thousand dollars.

Between loving my son and getting paid to hurt my son, I chose both.

By myself, I secretly trained him into a future Oscar winner.

The point was, we really were poor.

The three of us lived in a garage apartment.

As long as Noah and I acted, we made more than Caleb did from construction gigs, DoorDash, and rideshare shifts.

There was movement at the door.

Noah kicked his little legs, wiped his mouth, and hurriedly hid the rotisserie chicken box.

After Caleb entered, he said nothing and handed me a pretty bag.

It held the cupcakes Noah and I liked.

Noah and I looked at each other, both feeling a little guilty.