Outpossessing My Crazy Billionaire Husband Chapter 1

I was walking off the heavy guilt of another microwave meal when I stumbled upon the heir to a Manhattan dynasty on his knee, flashing a Centurion Card at the heroine of our little drama.

Suddenly, a flurry of text scrolled across the sky like dense pop-up comments:

[The Heroine has been Reborn! In her previous life, she accepted the sicko heir’s confession, only to be imprisoned like a gilded bird—living a life of luxury but zero freedom.]

[In this new life, she’s decided to reject the heir’s offer and run into the arms of the poor-but-free school sweetheart hero instead!]

[Wow, with no possessive villain standing in their way, this book is going to be a pure, sweet romance, right?]

[What good is all the heir’s money if the heroine won't even look his way?]

I stared, stunned, at the celestial commentary.

The next second, I heard the heroine's cool, aloof voice.

"Hmph. I would never accept your proposal."

"You will never understand the value of freedom. A man as pathologically possessive as you? No woman could ever love you."

I fought my way to the front of the small crowd, raising my hands high in a dramatic, opportunistic claim.

"I can love you! I don't mind the lack of freedom!"

The heir, his eyes rimmed with red, looked over at me.

"I have severe separation anxiety. If you're with me, you’ll have to check in constantly. I'll need cameras installed in the bedroom and the living room—”

I cut him off, feigning shock.

"Why not the bathroom? Are you telling me your love for me is… reserved?"

* * *

The comments section went ballistic.

[Wait, who is this woman who just popped out of nowhere?]

[Just some disposable cannon fodder who died poor in the original plot. Weird, she didn't have a scene here before. She must smell the money and is trying to snag a payout.]

[Just wait until she’s actually with the sicko heir. She’ll find out just how terrifying his possessiveness is.]

The comments scrolled so furiously, my eyes started to sting.

They confirmed I wasn't hallucinating from cheap instant ramen.

The stream revealed:

The world I inhabited was a "Captive Romance" novel.

Gia Bellwether, the girl being proposed to, was the heroine, the object of forced affection. In her first life, after accepting the sicko villain’s proposal, she had endured a humiliating cycle of buying things she didn't need and living without autonomy. This endless, suffocating existence led her, in the third year of her captivity, to run away to find the one true love she had kept secret. Jett had found her. On the way back, Gia, in a desperate struggle for the steering wheel, crashed their car into an oncoming truck. Both died instantly.

Reborn, Gia flat-out refused the villain's love and ran to the poor school sweetheart, Sam Miller—the official hero. This was meant to be their sweet, pure, second-chance love story. Her moment of rebirth was this very proposal scene.

Gia gave me a dismissive, head-to-toe once-over, letting out a soft, contemptuous sneer. When her eyes landed on Sam, however, her face melted into a saccharine smile. She darted into his arms like a butterfly finally freed.

"Sam, fate gave me this second chance to get away from that life of confinement and finally love you."

Their four arms were locked in a tight, syrupy embrace. The intensity of their emotion was almost repulsive.

Jett, the possessive villain, stood alone, staring at them with a dark, brooding expression. His fingers clenched and unclenched at his side.

The Centurion Card in his hand curved sharply, then was successfully shoved into my arms.

"Since Gia doesn't care for this card, then... take it."

I clutched it with both hands, excited.

"Possessiveness? That's just another way of saying he loves me. I happen to adore possessiveness."

Gia’s peripheral vision snagged on the black card. Her head went higher, her chin more aristocratic.

I heard her sneer:

"Pathetic display. Always flaunting that blood money to humiliate people. I'd love to see how far this gold digger lasts in that cage without her precious 'freedom.'"