I've transmigrated into a world where people will die if they don't cheat on their partners.

The system tells me that I need to carry out the entire plot before I can finally go home. So, I play the role of a good wife during the day and carry out my duties as a great "friend" at night.

I'm a master when it comes to time management.

When I finally reach the end of the plot, I break up with my side piece, Xavier Dawson, first.

Xavier bursts into tears instantly. "I don't mind the fact that you have a husband, yet your husband minds you having a side piece! Can't you tell who here loves you even more?"

Left without a choice, I decide to file for a divorce from my husband, Rafael Cortez.

Rafael gets mad at me this time. "You cheating on me is purely business between you and your side piece! How is this related to me? Why must I be involved in your business?"

Heh! If not for the fact that I know both Xavier and Rafael have a first love each, I might have believed their lies!

I, Irene Houston, was cast as the female antagonist from the very start. But unlike other transmigration stories, the entire plot of this novel depended on me to keep it moving.

So, I followed the storyline diligently for the sake of returning home.

By day, I played the role of Rafael Cortez's gentle, well-mannered wife. By night, I became Xavier Dawson's thoughtful confidante. The constant role-switching got to the point where I almost forgot my own name.

For three whole years, I lived on thin ice. That was, until the quest progress bar finally hit 99%.

I took a sip of my espresso as I fixed my gaze on Xavier's sculpted features. Just a few minutes ago, I'd overheard him telling his friends that he'd grown tired of being a sugar baby.

I stood there with my hands on my hips as I laughed loudly to myself. Everything seemed to be going as planned.

I'd already memorized my breakup lines by heart. "Let's end things here, Xavier. After all… Rafael's still my husband."

A frown crossed his face. "I refuse."

"Alright then—wait, what?"

I froze in place at his words. By right, I was supposed to grab my bag and leave.

Wasn't he supposed to wish me happiness, walk away, and then bump into the female lead?

Instead, Xavier grabbed me by the wrist as tears brimmed in his eyes. "What has he given you that I haven't? He can't even tolerate my presence. Isn't love all about acceptance?" His voice trembled as he spoke.

"I don't even mind that you have a husband, yet he can't even accept the fact that you have a side piece. Between the two of us, can't you see who loves you more?" he exclaimed.

I was struck speechless.

All I could see was that he was acting out of character.

Even the system could sense that something unusual was going on. "Wasn't he supposed to return to being single and fall in love with the female lead instead? Why are his lines completely off?"

Resentment flashed across my gaze as I looked at Xavier.

That was exactly the point! How was I supposed to go home if he didn't fall in love with someone else?

…

As the wife who'd supposedly cheated on her husband in the story, I was well aware of my place. No matter how well-built and sculptured Rafael was, I wasn't allowed to spend the night with him.

But surely I could still find a college guy to date around, right?

That was when I set my sights on Xavier, who'd been handing out flyers near the shopping mall.

I offered him five thousand dollars every month to get into a relationship with me. I even promised to take care of his college internship.

As for the corporate seal, well, I'd stolen that from Rafael.

However, I didn't expect the system to suddenly appear just when I'd met up with Xavier at a hotel.

"I can't believe you've already found the second male lead… Wait, where are you touching him?" All of a sudden, the system's excitement had shifted into sheer panic.

I looked at the well-toned man lying on the bed before letting out a sigh.

"Put your clothes back on. I'm not in the mood anymore," I said.

Sure enough, all the good men belonged to the female lead. A female antagonist like me didn't have the right to defile them.

From that day on, it felt like a switch had flipped inside me.

I was Rafael's devoted wife by day, and Xavier's confidante at night. Every day, I lived like a dysfunctional wife while I drooled helplessly over the sight of the latter in shirt garters and a chest chain.

I'd already grown indifferent to the plot. That was, until I went to look for Xavier and overheard him chatting animatedly with his friends.

"Irene's nothing but an old wretch. If I hadn't been in the mood to play around, she would never have gotten close to someone of my standing in her life," he mocked.

One of his lackeys immediately refilled his glass with a fawning smile. "When are you going to tell her that you're a scion from Stellaria?"

"I'll wait a little longer. I haven't had my fill yet," Xavier replied disdainfully.

I let out a sneer.

Fine, then. He could keep playing with my feelings while I stood here waiting for him.

It wasn't like I felt even the slightest bit exhausted at all.

However, it was clear that breaking things up with Xavier clearly wasn't going to work.

He immediately panicked the moment I mentioned it. The sight of tears streaming down his face tugged at my heart.

So, I steeled myself and returned home. It was time for Plan B—divorcing Rafael.

Rafael was seated on the couch as he studied the tablet in his hand. The glow of the financial charts on the screen reflected off his impassive face.

"Good luck, Irene! I'll consider it a success if you manage to break things off with one of them," the system urged in my mind. At that point, I was about to reach my wits' end.

I took a deep breath. Then, I channeled every ounce of acting skill I had and put on a pained and resolute expression.

"Hubby, I've had an affair, " I declared.

Rafael's expression barely changed, yet I could feel the air around us getting colder. He gave a nod before adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

"I'm aware," he replied.

His response left me utterly baffled, but I supposed it worked out in my favor as well. Either way, it spared me a lot of explaining.

I carried on acting the part of a heartbroken woman.

"So… let's get a divorce."

"Yes, that's it! Once Rafael agrees, he'll meet the female lead when he drowns his sorrow at the bar. Then, they can officially be together forever!" The system was practically buzzing with excitement in my mind.

The two of us waited in anticipation for Rafael's reply.

Rafael fixed his gaze on me. Although his tone remained composed, there was still a trace of anger beneath it.

"So why aren't you breaking things up with that side piece of yours when the affair is between the two of you? What does it have to do with me? Don't drag me into your business," he snapped.

I was left completely speechless.

What the hell was going on?

"But I don't love you anymore," I argued, trying to awaken his innate role as the male lead.

"That's your problem. Go sort it out on your own," he replied impatiently.

Why were the two of them passing me around back and forth?

The room fell into heavy silence. Just then, careful footsteps echoed from the foyer. The housekeeper, George Sanders, stood there with a lit phone in hand.

He glanced at Rafael, then at me, clearly torn. "Mr. Cortez, I've just received a call from Ms. Lloyd. She asked if you have time to meet her tomorrow."

The sound of glass clattering on the ground rang out before it rolled to a stop at my feet without shattering.

That was the first time I'd seen Rafael lose his composure. His expression softened for a moment as a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

"Yes, I do," he replied. There was an unmistakable trace of delight and surprise in his tone.

I bent down and picked the glass up from the floor. My fingertips were cold when I placed it back on the table. "This is better for both of us, isn't it?" I asked softly.

Rafael turned to look at me. "Don't overthink it. My wife can only be you."

"Huh?" I was completely baffled.

That night, Rafael's words kept replaying in my mind.

I lay in bed as I glared at the ceiling. "So what should I do now? How's the plot supposed to progress when both of them are bugged?" I asked the system.

The system fell silent for a moment before a sudden chime echoed in my mind.

[Plot anomaly detected… Recalculating…]

A bad feeling crept over me. "What are you trying to do now?" I asked.

[New quest issued: The host is required to maintain both their marriage and relationship with Rafael and Xavier until the plot has been automatically repaired.]

[Reward: Homeward progress +10%]

I sprang up from the bed. "Are you crazy? I can't even dump either of them, and now you're telling me to maintain both relationships?"

"This is the best solution I could come up with. Neither of them is following the plot anyway, so why don't we just go along with it? Who knows, we might just trigger a hidden storyline," the system explained.

"Hidden my ass," I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Do you have any idea what I look like right now? I'm basically just an unlucky damsel caught between two psychos!"

That said, my thoughts drifted to the extra 10% on the progress bar. In the end, I still decided to endure it.

By the time I headed downstairs the next morning with dark circles under my eyes, Rafael was already seated at the dining table, reading the financial news.

He was dressed in a light gray shirt today. The sleeves were rolled up all the way to his forearms, revealing his well-toned wrists.

I had to admit, he certainly had the looks to be the male lead. Too bad something wasn't quite right with his head.

"Did you get a good sleep last night?" Rafael glanced up at me when he spoke. His tone was so casual it sounded like he was asking about the weather.

I forced out a fake smile. "It was great—so great, in fact, that I spent my dreams contemplating the meaning of life."

Rafael gave a small nod. Then, he slid a file in front of me. "There's a charity gala that I need you to attend next week."

I flipped it open and took a look. It was a fundraising event for children, with Cortez Group listed as the primary sponsor.

"And what identity should I use here?" I raised an eyebrow and asked. "Your wife in name only, or the cheating partner you couldn't care less about?"

He adjusted his glasses before replying, "You'll be there as Mrs. Cortez. As for that 'friend' of yours… I hope you can take care of him."

"How exactly should I handle it?" I deliberately asked. "By your logic, that's my own business. It has nothing to do with you."

There was a long pause before he spoke up again. "There's a limit to my tolerance, Irene."

I was just about to snap back when my phone rang.

The caller ID on the screen read "Doormat Xavier".

I glanced over at Rafael. Although he gestured for me to answer, a chill had crept into his gaze.

I walked over to the balcony to take the call. "Are you coming over today?" Xavier's voice was still heavy with sleep. "I just learned a new dish that I wanted to make for you," he continued.

"Xavier… I think we should give each other some space," I muttered.

"You're trying to break up with me, aren't you?" His voice instantly broke. "I knew it! I couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept wondering if there was something I didn't do well enough…"

"It's not your fault—"

"So your husband's the one who forced you to break things off with me, wasn't it?" he gritted out. "Just you wait, I'll confront him now. I'll tell him we're truly in love with each other!"

My scalp prickled. "Don't do anything rash!"

"I don't care. I can't live without you," he choked out through sobs. "Do you know how miserable I was yesterday? I hugged your pillow and cried the entire night…"

I was at a loss for words. His acting was starting to get out of hand.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Listen to me, Xavier. We both need time—"

"I'll give you some time!" he cut in instantly. "But I'm begging you, please don't break up with me…"