Chapter 1

I disguised myself as my husband's favorite celebrity crush.

Sitting in a café, I planned to stage a "chance encounter" to surprise him.

But when he noticed me, he acted as if it were normal.

"You're here."

"Our plan is about to succeed. That woman will soon be ruined."

I froze.

Turns out I had accidentally disguised myself as his mistress!

"Vivienne, don't worry. Once that woman is dead, you'll be my wife."

I listened silently as my husband explained how he would steal my assets and orchestrate my accidental death.

My heart grew colder with each word.

Since fate allowed me to uncover this secret, I'll play along and tear this cheating couple apart.

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"Hey sweetie, what's got you so spaced out?"

"Time for your medicine."

Zoran Smith came to me as usual, carrying a glass of warm water and my antidepressant pills. The tenderness in his eyes and voice seemed to overflow.

I looked at his face, the one I had loved for a solid seven years, and suddenly felt so unfamiliar—

Today is April Fools' Day. Without telling Zoran Smith, I had the country's top disguise artist transform me to look like the popular actress Vivienne.

Ever since I first met Zoran Smith in college, Vivienne has been his favorite celebrity.

As a young man, his room was plastered with Vivienne posters. He could recite any of her film or TV roles backward and forward.

I thought he'd be thrilled to see me as Vivienne.

But when I appeared, the surprise in Zoran Smith's eyes only flickered for a moment before he sat down in front of me like an old acquaintance.

"Vivienne, don't worry. I've got a complete plan worked out."Scarlett is seriously depressed. I've been secretly replacing her medication with vitamins that have no therapeutic effect."

"Nolan, the CEO of Frost Corporation, is her brother. Scarlett cares about him the most. If Nolan were to die in an accident, she would definitely go insane."

"When that happens, getting rid of Scarlett will be a piece of cake."

"Frost Corporation is a family business. After their deaths, the power will naturally fall into my hands as the CEO's brother-in-law."

"Then, Vivienne, you'll be my only wife and the CEO's wife."

Zoran Smith said this while tightly gripping my hand, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

I bit my tongue, tasting the metallic sweetness in my mouth, only then realizing this wasn't a nightmare.

My tears started falling, but Zoran Smith thought I was crying tears of joy.

I remembered how I had lost my phone earlier and bought a new one with a new number to message my husband.

That day was our wedding anniversary, and he said he'd come find me after working overtime.

I texted him asking, "Are you done?"He immediately replied to me: "She's not dead yet. Let's not contact each other for a while. Don't leave any evidence."

I was stunned at the time. When I went back to check my husband's phone, I didn't find this message and thought I had sent the wrong text.

It turns out it was true. He really wanted to kill me.

Remembering this, I smiled bitterly and swallowed that "pill" as usual.

"Good girl."

"Oh, by the way, I'll go sign for the company's new project tomorrow. Be a good girl and rest at home."

Zoran Smith didn't even turn his head. Without waiting for my response, he had already turned and closed the bedroom door.

My smile froze on my face, my clenched fingernails digging deep into my palm.

Before, I only thought he was trying to share the workload for me, and often felt happy about it.

Now I understand that all the contracts for major company projects are signed under Zoran Smith's name—