The transmigrator who possessed my body for five years finally got bored. She left me with a ruined, weakened body and a shattered family. I cried, throwing my arms around my husband, thinking I was finally home. But he pushed me away. "Where is she?" I froze. A second later, glowing text—like comments on a livestream—scrolled past my eyes: 【Ugh, so annoying. Now the 'Villainess' is going to pull that 'abused wife' crap, where she leaves heartbroken just to make them all regret it!】 【But she’s the one who came back and stole the Female Lead’s husband and son! What's she even complaining about?!】 【THIS. I hate this 'playing the victim' girl-on-girl drama! The cat-and-mouse game between the real Heroine and the Male Lead was so good. Who wants to watch this green-tea snake?】 I stared at the comments. Then I backhanded my husband across the face. "So you knew. You knew that thing... wasn't me." Cole was stunned. The floating comments were just strings of question marks: 【Wait, that’s not right. The Villainess is supposed to cry and wail about how this body was hers first, and 'why did you fall in love with her soul?'】 【Why? Because our Heroine is a million times more charming, that's why! If I were a guy, I'd choose the Heroine too.】 【I get it. This is a new tactic. She's playing hard to get. Just watch, if he actually gets mad, she'll go right back to the 'abused wife' script.】 Mad? I stared coldly at Cole. His stunned expression slowly morphed into something else. "Elara?" "Since you know who I am," I said, my voice like ice, "you will never say that woman's name in front of me again." I shoved past him and went to my room. The comments exploded: 【Who the hell does she think she is! The one he's been obsessed with for five years is our Heroine!】 【Exactly! She’s the one who hijacked the situation, and now she's the one making demands?】 【Just wait. This kind of manipulative snake will get what’s coming to her. The Heroine and Male Lead will have their happy ending!】 Get what's coming to me? I let out a cold laugh. She possessed my body for five years, drove it into the ground, and I'm the one who needs to be "cleared"? We'll see who clears whom. That transmigrator had ruined me. My body, which I'd kept in peak condition, was now a weak, frail thing. I got winded just walking up the stairs. I stormed into the bedroom. I grabbed the mountains of cutesy, pink makeup cases and tacky stuffed animals and hurled them down the stairs. I ripped the frilly, floral wallpaper from the walls. I called an interior designer. "I'm sending you the original blueprints for my master suite. I want it back to exactly how it was." Then, I opened the closet to find something to wear. It was a sea of pastel, ruffled "princess" dresses. I finally found one simple, blue silk nightgown. The moment I touched it, the comments flared. 【Here it is! I knew this snake was faking! How else would she 'coincidentally' pick the exact nightgown the Male Lead had custom-made for our Heroine?】 【I can't take it, I'm spoiling it: The script says she wears this, he yells at her, and she acts all victimized.】 【Then, because she's incapable of just talking, it causes more drama, and she throws down divorce papers and leaves, triggering the 'chase her to the ends of the earth' plot.】 【Seriously, lady? Who wants to watch a homewrecker get her 'groveling chase' plot? It's just playing the victim to manipulate him.】 【The commenter above gets it! She only acts 'hurt' so he'll regret it, chase her, and finally give her his whole heart.】 【She's nothing like our Heroine. Our girl is spontaneous, fun, says what she means! That's the kind of woman a man obsesses over!】 【It doesn't matter. In the end, Elara is just the evil side-character. Let her have her moment. She'll be dealt with soon enough.】 My hand tightened on the silk. So that was my "plot." I put the nightgown on without a second thought. 【SEE! I TOLD YOU! She knows it was made for the Heroine! She's wearing it just to provoke him!】 【I see you, girl. I'm a snake too, I get it.】 "Elara." Cole's voice came from the doorway. I turned. He was frowning at the nightgown. "This dress..." "You have a problem with it?" I asked, my voice flat. He hesitated. I ripped the giant, fluffy bow off the neckline and threw it in the trash. "This is ridiculous. It's a nightgown, not a costume! Can't you buy anything normal?" 【AAAAH I'M SO MAD! This 'not-like-other-girls' snake! That was the Heroine's favorite bow!】 "Now that I'm back, everything in this house is going back to my standards. I want all her things out of my house within 24 hours. Or I'll do it myself." He just stood there, watching me. I stepped closer. "What's wrong? You upset to see me wearing her clothes?" "It's beautiful." He smiled, a small, soft smile. I froze. Cole was looking at me with that old, familiar tenderness. The way he looked at me before. "I was just going to say," he said, "it's beautiful on you." I was completely blindsided. The comments were just as shocked: 【COLE, WAKE UP! SHE'S THE VILLAIN! YOUR TRUE LOVE IS THE HEROINE!】 【You're a CHEATER! The Heroine hasn't even been gone 24 hours and you're already moving on?! I'm out!】 【Ummm... guys? Isn't it possible he was... her husband first?】 That last comment was immediately buried in an avalanche of hate: 【Don't blame him! This Villainess is just a master manipulator! She's playing hard to get, but everything she's doing is just a game to steal him!】 【THIS. 'Not-like-other-girls' or 'green tea,' it's all just a type of snake!】 "If you don't like these," Cole said gently, taking my hand. "I'll have new ones made. I meant no offense, wife." Wife... How long had it been since I’d heard him say that? The last time... I was bleeding out on the asphalt after pushing him and our son out of the way of that car. He’d held me, screaming it... "Wife! Elara!" I thought I’d never see them again. But then... I woke up, trapped in my own mind, as another soul opened my eyes and called my husband... "honey." "Who said you could wear my mommy's dress!" A small body slammed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I staggered, catching myself on the bedpost. My son, Leo, was glaring at me, his face red with anger. "Daddy had that made for Mommy! Take it off! You're a bad lady!" I frowned. "Leo, it's me. I'm Mommy. I'm back." "I know! But you're not her! My real mommy came back five years ago! You can't wear her clothes! Take it off!" He lunged and tore at the silk, trying to rip the gown from my body. My voice was shaking. "Leo, don't you remember? Don't you remember how I used to take care of you?" "Pfft!" He put his hands on his hips. "She's the one who made me better! She made me run around and get her packages and work out! You're just a lazy fake who reaped the benefits!" The comments were hysterical: 【Aww, Leo is so cute! He can already spot a snake! He's a genius!】 【You tell her, Leo! Put that fake mommy in her place!】 【It's true! If the Heroine hadn't made him run errands all the time, he'd still be sick! This villain has some nerve trying to take credit!】 I closed my eyes. She had made him better? Leo was born frail, constantly sick. I was the one who spent years hunting down specialists. I was the one who spent ten hours a day brewing that bitter, complex medicinal formula. He was too sick for school, so I homeschooled him. We were finally, finally healthy, a normal family, when that car hit me. That transmigrator didn't "train" him; she abused the healthy body I had painstakingly built. And for him to know this... for him to say this... there was only one way... I turned to Cole. CRACK. I slapped him again, harder this time. "Is this what you've been teaching our son?" Cole stared at me, holding his cheek. Leo is ten. A child's behavior is a reflection of his parents. If Cole didn't respect me, Leo never would. "You bad lady! Don't hit my dad!" Leo lunged at me, but Cole grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "Leo. Apologize to your mother. Now." Seeing his father's serious expression, Leo's lip trembled. "Why? She's the one who stole Mommy's body..." "Apologize!" Cole's voice had the same authority that silenced boardrooms. Leo's face crumpled, but he just glared at me. "S-sorry..." I turned and walked away. The child could be dealt with later. This house was contaminated. I was halfway down the stairs when I felt a violent, two-handed shove from behind. My body, weakened from five years of atrophy, had no balance. I tumbled, head-first, down the entire flight of stairs. My whole body exploded in pain. I looked up. Leo was at the top, grinning, his hands on his hips. He stuck his tongue out. "Hah! That's what you get for wearing Mommy's dress! And for making Dad yell at me! Serves you right!" 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