Transmigrated: The Bankrupt CEO's Unexpected Wife

Chapter 7

Word Count: 729 | Released on: 06/05/2026

the temporary law firm. I need to finish the liquidat

he heavy door to the penthouse. She wa

her shoes and walked straight to the dining ta

ss the keyboard. She translated her past life's marketing

ross the floor and warmed her feet. Sh

onic lock beeped. Alek walke

tely searched the room. He found Emma

hairs on her cheek glowed. The face that used to

ay by his side and help him rebuild. The words registered, an unexpected variable in his complex

ulled out the chair opposite her and sat

the screen and quickly closed the laptop.

t red marks where Sterling had grabbed her. His j

ng edge was gone from his voice.

e. She relaxed her shoulders. "Ar

ously pressed a hand against his hollow stomach, the physical toll of his fasting undeniab

to the kitchen. She pulled the leftover

She threw the bacon into the skillet.

k. A strange, unfamiliar warmth spread th

carried two perfect BLT

cked up her own sandwich, took a massive

e crunch of the toasted bread and the juice of

ng tension that usually filled the room w

. He looked at her laptop. "What were

the eye. "Sending out my resume. I'm trying to

ed her eyes for any sign of a l

e storm of emotions in his eyes. "You

. "We are in this together now. I'm not g

dn't argue with her logic. A very fain

ood up. He grabbed both empty plat

ad never done a chore in his life, was turning on the faucet to wash di

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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."”