Transmigrated: The Bankrupt CEO's Unexpected Wife

Chapter 2

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 06/05/2026

hard line. He looked her up and dow

ands on the marble counter and leaned forwa

e are you playing

f his presence. The small of her back hi

eady her racing pulse. She l

p manage your life right

e she had lost her min

w how to use the mi

eeks. She pointed toward

the entire apart

enched tighter. This level of order was beyond her. A calculated

he had left. He pushed the pen

My creditors will be at the

as only a few thousand dollars. If she took that mon

ast the expensive fountain pen. She gr

xed slightly. He thought

h brutal force. The crisp sound of tearing paper ripped through t

lute shock as the torn pieces fluttered

gain and again until it was nothing but useless

and into the trash can. She dusted

aid for richer or fo

a physical blow. He opened his mouth, bu

een them. Then, a low, distinct

of Alek's neck. He quickly turned his b

posture. She bit the inside of her

nience store and get someth

coldly. He walked away from the kitchen

grabbed her phone and her coat an

ed the front door open. The cold draft from

op. Her mind raced, calculating how to buy the most fill

nt door click shut. He immediately walked over to h

ooking back. He let out a cold scoff. He was sure s

to the bathroom and stared at his exhausted

street. She stood in front of the shelves, ca

ton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and a discounted

y. She watched the balance drop to nearly zero

ork wind whipped through her thin coat. She wrapped her arms arou

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Transmigrated: The Bankrupt CEO's Unexpected Wife

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“I woke up with a splitting headache in a trashed penthouse, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and discarded Hermes boxes. A quick glance at the morning newspaper confirmed my worst nightmare: I had transmigrated into the novel 'The CEO's Tender Vow'. Worse, I was the villain's vain, useless wife, right at the exact moment his tech empire completely collapsed. The original owner of this body had just attempted suicide because her husband went bankrupt. When my cold, exhausted husband, Alek Holden, walked through the door, he threw a divorce agreement and a bank card with a pitifully low balance onto the kitchen counter. He coldly warned me that his creditors would be at the door any minute. Meanwhile, my toxic ex-boyfriend was already waiting downstairs, publicly mocking Alek's downfall and offering to make me his mistress. In the original plot, taking that money and running with the ex led to a miserable, tragic death. I stared at the thick stack of divorce papers. I knew Alek was the ruthless villain who would eventually claw his way back to power and brutally destroy everyone who abandoned him. There was no way I was going to play the role of the shallow, doomed ex-wife and wait to be crushed. I looked Alek right in the eyes, grabbed the agreement, and ripped it right down the middle until it was nothing but useless shreds. "The marriage vows said for richer or for poorer. I am staying to help you rebuild."”