The Evil Ex Wife Was Just Acting Chapter 02

The Evil Ex Wife Was Just Acting Chapter 02

Right then, the System started talking again.

“Wow, wow. This cupcake doesn’t have much angst value, but the humiliation is strong.”

“Hurry. Smear it on the male lead’s face. Hurt his heart hard.”

“You only get paid if the task passes.”

I snatched the cupcake from Noah, who was secretly burping while carefully holding it.

Before anyone could react, I threw it at Caleb’s face.

“I only eat real cream. This cheap non-dairy whipped topping smell makes me sick.”

He had no time to look shocked. Cream rolled down from his face to his sharp Adam’s apple.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed into the bedroom and buried my head under the blanket.

Before leaving, I glanced at Noah. He burst into tears.

Then he also ran into the room and locked the door.

Only when the System happily announced the result did we stop.

“Task completed. Fifteen thousand dollars has been deposited.”

Noah crawled under the blanket and whispered to me.

“Mom, are we really not telling Dad? Why can’t he join us?”

I stroked his head.

“Your dad is a terrible actor. His real emotions work better this way. I’ll tell him when there’s a chance.”

“You have acting talent, so Mommy only works with you.”

Noah only half understood. He touched my face and kissed me.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll act well.”

I did not dare gamble.

The System once said if I refused to do tasks, it would kill me and let someone else take over my body.

If Caleb was destined to follow the male lead’s ending and be with the heroine Serena, then I could only hope I could abandon the husband without abandoning the child, as long as it did not affect their main storyline.

Besides, Serena would definitely have more children with Caleb later.

The System had once let it slip that because of Noah’s childhood abuse by his birth mother, he would grow gloomy, obsessive, and cold inside.

Even though his stepmother would heal him with love, the psychological scars would remain, making him fit the possessive CEO male lead archetype.

In the future, he could become the next-generation male lead.

That meant I, one cruel ex-wife, would influence two generations of male leads and create two generations of CEO male leads.

Why did they have to use my whole family as angst fuel?

I gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby boy. Why did they have to write him into the next tortured male lead?

Caleb washed his face and pushed open the bedroom door. He stood by the bed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was that kind of cream.”

I looked at his yellowed shirt. There were still faint cream stains on it.

“Filthy. It matches cheap thrift-store clothes. Don’t wear that dirty shirt in front of me.”

I casually kicked the shopping bag by the bed toward him.

Caleb picked up the bag with his long, bony fingers, lips pressed together. I could not read his expression.

Noah followed him out with red eyes.

Thinking about the craving brought on by the daytime cupcake, Noah and I went to a boutique bakery that night.

We each bought a slice of cake and ate happily.

Right then, I saw Caleb outside the window wearing a delivery vest.

I quickly turned away.

I did not see Caleb standing outside the bakery glass, watching for a long time.

Why was I panicking?

My role was the cruel ex-wife. I was supposed to dress beautifully and squander the money Caleb earned.

I only needed to press Noah under the table.

Under the table, Noah licked his lips.

“Mom, can we have another piece?”

“Why don’t you ask your teeth?”