Transmigrated: The Bankrupt CEO's Unexpected Wife

Chapter 3

Word Count: 782 | Released on: 06/05/2026

night shift security guard stared at her. His mouth hung open. He was

smile. The guard scrambled to his feet

house floor. Emma walked quietly down th

t spilled from underneath it. She figured Alek

the shelves hold actual food made her chest feel a little lig

o-ceiling windows. Emma woke up early. She tied a mismatched

m the fridge. She poured a small

sizzled loudly. The rich, salty smell of fr

ached Alek's nose. His eyebrows pul

an intruder had broken in. He reached under

oor. He moved silently toward the bedroo

aring her loungewear and the silk scarf. She

stun gun slowly dropped to his si

fect sunny-side-up eggs and crispy bacon ont

s standing in the shadows of the hall

his back. He stepped out of the shado

ou doing?"

o slow down. She carried th

can breakfast,"

nd sat down. He stared at

fore. When did you learn to cook

hit a blind spot in the original owner's i

rp gaze. She poured

n't need to. But I watched a l

buy the terrible excuse. But he picked up his

runch was perfect. The heat was managed flawlessly. Th

nd stared hard at Emma. The susp

o sweat under his intense s

she blurted out. She turned and pr

he had eaten in months. He stood up, his mind racing with unsettling theories, and walked down the hall to step into his study. Locking the heavy maho

ma suffered any recent trauma

it s

leaned back against the heavy wooden door and exhaled a

l of Hermes and Chanel bags star

. She didn't see leather; she saw stacks of hu

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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."”