The Night I Asked for Divorce, He Lost Control Chapter 2

It took me an afternoon to process everything.

I finally understood that the world I lived in was actually a romance novel.

Tina was the female lead, while I was the evil supporting character destined to be imprisoned to death by the male lead.

No wonder everyone who got close to Tina was drawn to her, as if the whole world revolved around her.

There was too much information to take in today.

After showering that night, I opened my phone hoping to relax my mind a bit, only to see an onslaught of hateful comments.

All my social media accounts had been flooded. Netizens were defending Tina and criticizing me.

My ex-fiancé Ethan sent me a Snapchat message:

"Lila, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re just using these dirty tricks to try and force me to leave Tina and be with you."

"Hah, all this trouble just to see me? Fine, you win. Meet me at the usual place Friday afternoon!"

I didn’t reply. I blocked him and turned off my phone screen.

The pop-up comments scrolled by:

"Not gonna lie, the villainess has a point. Imagine your whole world suddenly orbits around another girl—I’d snap too."

"The villainess is beautiful and rich, why does she keep losing to the female lead who can’t even tell Word from Google Docs? This stupid novel has no logic…"

"If I were the author, I’d slap the heroine, punch the hero, and lock the villainess with the yandere in a basement until they pop out eight kids. Perfect."

"..."

Not good at all.

After calming down, I prepared for bed. Just as I took off my underwear, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Noah’s gaze traveled up and down my body.

I quickly grabbed my robe and covered myself.

"Sorry, you didn’t lock the door."

Noah stared at me intently, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Black scales flickered across his skin.

Incubi involuntarily reveal their true form when aroused…

The word "Get out" was on the tip of my tongue.

But I saw the pop-up comment:

"I can already see her sneering ‘Get out.’ Poor guy’s love gets eroded bit by bit."

"Be nicer to your husband, Lila! Slap him now, and your lips will pay the price later."

Warned by the pop-up comments, I quickly changed my tone and gave Noah a slight smile:

"It’s okay, hon-"

Noah was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. His eyes darkened as he waited for me to finish.

Damn, it was those pop-up comments constantly saying "honey" that threw me off…

"Say ‘honey’! He’d die for you. The heroine’s nothing."

"Can we not make the second male lead sound so cheap? After three years of cold violence, he definitely hates the villainess more than he loves her. Besides, didn’t you guys forget? The second male lead imprisoned the villainess to death to protect the female lead."

The pop-up comments split into two arguing factions.

I raised an eyebrow, wanting to test the validity of this information. I decided to flirt a bit:

"Noah, do you think I have a nice body?"

"It’s alright." The man lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Playing cool, huh? That’s why you’re still single. No wonder she’s still into the hero."

"Is it just me, or does the villainess not hate him anymore? Our ship is finally sailing??"

Not giving up, I took a step forward and teased: "How would you know if you haven’t looked properly?"

"I don’t need to look." Noah replied coldly, but his fingertips involuntarily curled, the joints turning slightly pink as he nearly tore holes in his pants.

I never noticed before how cute this man looked when he was shy.

I noticed Noah’s collar was messed up and reached out to fix it for him.

"Don’t touch me." A cold warning sounded above my head.

Harsh.

I froze, remembering the arguing pop-up comments from earlier.

It made sense. I had never shown Noah any kindness these past three years. Meanwhile Tina was like a little sun, always warmly encouraging him to overcome his trauma.

It was normal for Noah to hate me.

I laughed self-deprecatingly and withdrew my outstretched arm: "Remember to close the door on your way out. I’m going to sleep."

The man closed the door, but instead of leaving, he walked towards me step by step.

His breathing grew increasingly hot and heavy, his eyes reddening from the effort of holding back.

I finally realized something was wrong: "Noah, what’s wrong? Do you have a fever?"

Pop-up comment:

"More like mating season hits hard… Noah, down bad already? She barely flirted and you’re in heat."

"Mating season?" I muttered to myself.

How did I never know Noah had a mating season in our three years of marriage?

Pop-up comment: "She really thought he was asexual? He’s an incubus! And you’re literally the hottest in the book—he just didn’t want to force you."

"During past ruts, he’d steal your worn clothes and hide. Couldn’t let you see him."

"Those clothes are practically threadbare now… dude’s ‘gifted’, you know."

I stared blankly at the scrolling comments, feeling like I was looking at a screen full of censored text.

So earlier when he didn’t let me touch him, was it because of his rut?

Noah buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling back and forth restlessly.

His pale skin flushed red with desire, weakening his usual aloof aura.

Before, I had been so focused on getting back at Tina and trying to win back Ethan that I never really looked at Noah properly.

I didn’t realize this man could be so breathtakingly handsome.

His features were even more exquisite than those of TV stars.

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