I’m a zen Capybara, but I’ve transmigrated into the body of a tragic wife and inherited all her overwhelming emotions. My husband dotes on his childhood sweetheart, and even our son desperately wants her to be his mother. Perfect. I don’t want to do anything anyway. Late one night, when my husband received a call from her and tried to sneak out, I covered my subtly aching heart and offered him his jacket. 1 Kim’s hushed phone conversation woke me. He deliberately kept his voice low as he got up, soothing his childhood sweetheart on the other end. He quickly dressed, grabbed his car keys, and was about to rush out. “Wait.” Hearing my voice, his expression immediately shifted. “Liliana is home alone right now, and the power’s out. I…” “Put your jacket on before you go. It’s getting cold.” His impatient look morphed into shock, and he stared at me in disbelief for a moment. But I simply turned over sluggishly, absently rubbing my heart, which had been aching for a while. Seeing that I wasn’t crying or making a scene as usual, Kim walked over and kissed my forehead. “Don’t throw a tantrum. I’ll be back soon.” I nodded, feeling nothing in particular, though the pain in my chest intensified. I heard the door click shut, then lazily got up and took a painkiller. It still didn’t do much, but at least it offered some psychological comfort. I’d been in this world for over two months since the original owner’s suicide. Kim was always like this, and I couldn't be bothered to get angry. Anger, for a Capybara, is a hassle. This was especially true because I still inherited all of the original owner’s emotions. Especially when I woke up early to make breakfast for Oscar. He complained my cooking was terrible, frowning as he tossed all the food he disliked into the trash. “Mom, I’ve told you so many times, I want a Western breakfast. Why does Aunt Liliana always remember, but you never do?” The disdain on his face was obvious. I should have been angry. But I just calmly sipped my fish porridge. “Then go eat with her.” Oscar, who had been full of complaints moments before, choked on his unspoken words. My well-meaning suggestion sounded like viciousness to him. He immediately burst into tears, sweeping his bowl and chopsticks off the table. “Bad Mom! You’re a bad Mom! Why did Dad marry you, you bad woman? I want Aunt Liliana to be my Mom!” His wailing echoed shrilly in the empty villa. I calmly drank my porridge, silently turning away. Capybaras don’t comfort people; not interfering is my ultimate boundary. Seeing I wasn’t reacting, Oscar cried louder, sweeping all the remaining dishes off the table. Children know best how to hurt. He cried, yelling that no wonder Dad liked Aunt Liliana and not me. I ignored him, though the pain in my chest was unbearable. I gently put down my bowl and sat on the sofa, watching the news. This was one of my main ways of getting information about this world; smartphones were too complicated. I’d only learned the very basics of messaging in two months. The TV was simpler. “What are you doing?” 2 When Kim walked in, he saw the mess on the dining table. Oscar, as if finally finding his protector, scurried over to Kim, tattling on my alleged misdeeds that morning. Kim, who hadn’t been home all night, picked him up and stormed over to me. “It was just a joke from your son, do you have to be so unreasonable? He’s so young, what if he hurts his throat crying? Willow Grey, if you can’t even handle such a small matter, then don’t bother taking care of our son.” I nodded softly, slightly tilting my head to continue watching TV. “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t think pretending to be mute will work. If this happens again, I won’t hesitate to let Liliana move in with us.” “Okay.” Kim, who was still fuming, suddenly got even angrier. He nodded repeatedly. “Fine, you said it. Don’t you dare regret it.” Perhaps afraid I’d change my mind, he promptly made a phone call. As he was on the phone, the TV happened to be reporting on last night’s amusement park fireworks display. “Last night, our city’s largest amusement park was rented out by Thorne Industries CEO, Kim Thorne, who ignited all the stored fireworks at once to delight his girlfriend. The two were seen embracing passionately, a truly enviable sight.” Though the TV only showed two embracing backs, they still looked incredibly well-matched. Kim’s jacket was still on Liliana. He turned around at that moment, and the jacket he was wearing suddenly became a glaring symbol. Seemingly awkward, he nervously adjusted the glasses on his nose. “Let me explain, it’s not what you think, last night was just…” My face paled, and I urgently stood up from the sofa. “No need to explain. I believe you.” I tried my best to keep my voice flat, then hurried towards the bedroom. Kim, however, relentlessly followed me. “Willow Grey, what exactly are you making a fuss about? Liliana is just my sister, it’s only right for me to do these things for her. Can’t you stop believing what the TV says?” But with every word he spoke, my heart ached a little more. Standing on the stairs, I simply fainted from the pain. In a haze, I seemed to hear Kim’s condescending voice behind me. “Don’t think pretending to faint works on me. Get up now!” “Just keep pretending. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.” Before losing consciousness completely, I only heard a door closing. Kim truly didn’t bother with me. I quietly condemned his irresponsibility in my heart, still unable to understand why the original owner fell in love with such a person. But every time I wanted to suggest divorce, an unyielding obsession prevented me from speaking those words. When I woke from unconsciousness, the house was empty. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. I knew this state was very wrong. So I booked an appointment with a psychologist online to check if there was something wrong with this body. “Your condition is provisionally diagnosed as Emotional Syndrome, and it’s quite severe. Given your situation, we recommend you first try to redirect your emotions. All feelings can become a focus, but a person absolutely cannot be a mental crutch. If that truly doesn’t work, then we’ll have to consider MECT (electroconvulsive therapy).” On the way home from the hospital, the doctor’s words echoed in my ears. Pushing open the front door, I heard laughter from inside. 3 Liliana’s luggage was still in the living room, but she was already sitting on the sofa, sharing a cake with Kim and Oscar. Kim fed Liliana a piece of cake, and Oscar chuckled, saying Dad was playing favorites. They looked like a picture-perfect family of three. Until I walked in. Their smiles instantly vanished. Oscar snorted and turned his head away, and Kim’s expression also soured. “What? Not pretending to faint anymore?” I nodded calmly, my mood still peaceful. My chest didn’t ache, which even surprised me. I ignored them and walked straight towards the bedroom. The sound of a suitcase being dragged followed me. “Willow.” I turned around. Liliana looked at me, her cheeks slightly flushed with shyness. “Willow, I just toured the house, and I really love your and Kim’s room. Can you let me have it?” At her words, even the father and son standing nearby stared at me. Their eyes seemed to say that if I caused any trouble, they would immediately jump out and accuse me. But… throwing a tantrum was inherently difficult for me. “Okay. It’s yours.” Liliana’s face broke into a clear, challenging smile. “Thank you, Willow. I knew you wouldn’t mind. Could you help me pack up? My self-care skills are a bit weak; Kim always says you’re very good at housework. Thank you, Willow.” The naked sarcasm in her words still felt offensive. I calmly took her suitcase. And kicked it all the way down the stairs. Her smile hadn’t even faded when she heard the sound of the suitcase crashing to the floor. “Willow Grey, what are you doing?!” Kim rushed over immediately, accusing me. “If you didn’t want to, you should have just said so. Why kick Liliana’s suitcase?” Seeing Kim defending her, Liliana’s eyes instantly reddened. “Kim, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, but the porcelain inside this suitcase is a year’s worth of my work, I…” She opened the suitcase, and as expected, the porcelain was shattered. Kim couldn’t stand to see his beloved cry, so he quickly pulled her into his arms, comforting her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll make her apologize to you. I’ll make her pay for this porcelain.” A simple ceramic jar wouldn’t be worth much. But Kim grabbed my hand. “Willow Grey, apologize.” Suppressing the glee in my chest, I shook my head. “Don’t make me say it a second time. Apologize!” “Miss Grey, if you’re angry at me, that’s fine, but please don’t wantonly destroy my work, I…” She trailed off, a mist forming in her eyes again, making her look utterly pitiful. “No apology. You deserved it.” I simply stated that she deserved it. Who in their right mind packs porcelain, not clothes, in a moving suitcase? “Willow Grey! If you don’t apologize now, we’re getting divorced today, and you can get out of this house right now!” I originally thought I would be very sad. Unexpectedly, my chest continued to beat steadily. “Okay.” I pulled my hand free and quickly went to the room to pack my luggage. “If you leave, don’t ever come back.” I nodded. As I passed Liliana, I took off my wedding ring and placed it beside her. “This is to compensate for your porcelain.” Seeing me take off my wedding ring, Kim finally panicked. “Willow Grey, what is the meaning of this?”
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