Chapter 1My Husband, The Muse

My new husband discovered my secret.

He stared at the NSFW webcomic drafts on my computer—where the male lead looked suspiciously like him—for a long time. Then, he slowly opened his mouth:

"So, this is why you agreed to marry me?"

Help!

Is it too late to say I have a split personality?

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"Do you have anything you want to explain?"

Caleb Thorne, freshly showered and wearing only a bathrobe, sat on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

Explain...?

I glanced at the steamy drafts on the screen in front of him and hung my head in utter shame.

"I'm sorry..."

Help! Is it too late to fake Dissociative Identity Disorder?!

Let's rewind thirty minutes.

I was occupying Caleb's study, rushing to meet my comic deadline as usual. I didn't expect Caleb to come back early from his business trip abroad.

Not only did he come back, but he also discovered the earth-shattering secret I'd been hiding!

"Sorry?"

Caleb glanced at one of the male leads on the screen, subtly adjusting his robe to cover his magnificent chest.

He let out a chuckle that I couldn't quite decipher. "Your observation skills are quite... detailed."

Hearing this, I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

"When did this start?"

His tone was casual, yet it made me instantly obedient, like a student called into the principal's office.

"T-two months ago."

"We've only known each other for two months."

Caleb's tone was ambiguous.

His gaze held a hint of scrutiny, and then he suddenly laughed.

"Well, it seems I need to rephrase the question."

Caleb stood up. His tall, towering figure cast a shadow over me, bringing an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice cooling slightly. "So, this is why you agreed to marry me? For art?"

"No!"

I instinctively wanted to deny it, but then I remembered that I did have that thought the first time I saw Caleb. My voice trailed off guiltily.

"I didn't expect my little wife to have such an interesting job."

Caleb gave me a half-smile, his posture relaxing. "This is good. We each get what we need. No need to take it too seriously."

Get what we need?

I looked at Caleb's deeply handsome face, and my gaze slowly drifted downward.

...If you put it that way, I guess he's not wrong?