The Villainess Filed for Divorce—Now the ML Wants Her Back! Chapter 01

Five years into my marriage, I found out I was the Villainess in a book.

The day my husband ditched me at the hospital for a phone call from another woman, I hid the prenatal test results I’d just gotten.

Then I cleared out my accounts, left the divorce papers on the table, and walked out.

But a month later, Damian had me pinned against the wall, his eyes rimmed red.

“Evelyn, you scared the hell out of me. You really gonna end us without a single word?”

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It was time for our usual monthly date night. Damian rolled over and pinned me to the bed.

I just lay there and let him have his way with me.

Five years together, and I still enjoyed his five-star service while leaving scratch marks down his back.

By late night, I was so wiped out I could barely move.

I clung to Damian, and he carried me into the bathroom to clean up.

I opened my eyes, half-asleep, and saw rows of text floating in front of me.

[The villainess is getting it this good and I’m supposed to not be jealous?]

[I paid for the premium tier. Why can’t I watch this?]

[Let me live her life for just one day. Please.]

[You freaks are rubbing off on me.]

[Wasn’t the ML supposed to only sleep with the FL? Why is he doing it with the villainess?]

[Who let the prudes in? Get out!]

I snapped awake.

I stared at the words flashing in front of my eyes, then looked at Damian, stunned.

“Damian, can you see that?”

Damian was easing me into the tub, filling it with hot water.

He looked up at me, puzzled. “See what?”

I figured I was just seeing things from exhaustion.

I shook my head hard, but when I opened my eyes, the words were still there.

[What’s the villainess doing? The ML is built like that and she’s dozing off instead of enjoying it?]

[Cut her some slack. The book says the ML and the FL go seven rounds in one night later.]

[My back hurts just thinking about it.]

[Yeah, the ML still doesn’t like the villainess. He won’t even give her seven rounds.]

[How did I end up here? Is this the kind of thing I get to see for free?]

[My baby girl is meeting the ML tomorrow. I’m so excited!]

[With the ML built like that, I’d take being the villainess too!]

[Same…]

I looked at Damian, dazed. Seven rounds?

No. Why hadn’t he gone seven rounds with me?

Damian pulled the covers up over me and got into bed on his side.

The room went dark, and his voice came out low and rough. “Sleep.”

I grabbed his hand and gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. “Round two?”

His eyes darkened for a moment. He seemed to think about it.

After a long pause, he said, “Go to sleep. It’s late.”

He really didn’t love me. All that stamina, and he wouldn’t even let me have a taste.

I drifted off eventually.

By the time I woke up, Damian had already gone to work.

But one thing was certain now.

I really could see those comments floating past my eyes, a constant reminder that I was nothing but the villainess.

But I didn’t think they were right.

Damian and I had grown up together. Sure, our families had arranged the marriage.

But these past few years, we weren’t exactly inseparable. Still, we were polite, we didn’t fight, and the sex was absolutely wild.