When the Side Character Saw the ​​Real-time Pop-ups​

Summary

My husband, Ethan Beckett, was a man of strict habits, often distant. He didn't seem to care for me. Every night, he’d button his shirt all the way to the top before bed, and, just to top it off, he’d slip a self-improvement guide under my pillow.

I’d finally reached my breaking point. I was about to hand him the divorce papers when, suddenly, a string of comments appeared before my eyes:

[Poor Dragon Lord, about to be heartlessly abandoned during his mating season.]

[The clueless female lead is blind as a bat! That’s not a self-improvement guide he’s slipping under your pillow, it’s…