Chapter 3Not Your Trophy Wife

The neighbor gave me a deep, lingering look before he left, finally shaking his head. I closed the door, and silence descended upon the house once more.

A long time ago, I learned from the bullet comments that I was the protagonist of a sweet romance novel, and Asher was my destined male lead. We were meant to be together for eight years before marrying. Asher was described as proud, possessive, and arrogant, while I was gentle and obedient, destined to accompany him through his struggles and slowly melt his heart with my love. With my encouragement, he would rise, becoming a billionaire through sheer effort and luck, and I would become the envied wife of a magnate. In the novel's ending, I was supposedly the happiest woman.

But my reality with Asher was far from smooth. We constantly argued over trivial things, and each time, I had to be the one to humble myself and seek reconciliation. If I didn't speak up, he would never make the first move. The chat always said Asher was a twisted, unloved person who needed me to take the initiative and apologize. But after countless times, I was utterly exhausted, and he only grew worse.

Just like now, the bullet comments relentlessly urged me:

【The protagonist doesn't even know, the male lead was trembling all over when he slammed the door.】

【Oh no, protagonist, go after him! He's hiding in his car crying.】

【Waaah, the male lead's eyes are red, he's really about to break.】

I finished cleaning up and sat on the sofa, too drained to move. Seeing my inaction, the chat grew frantic:

【Still not going? This woman is so dramatic.】

【The male lead's crying, and she's still sulking.】

【Waaah, poor Asher, my heart aches for him.】

I looked at the bullet comments, and suddenly, a laugh escaped me. Was it really my fault?