Chapter 1

In the seventh year of our marriage, he made the decision for me and agreed to put us on a divorce reality show.

The reasons were impeccable—high ratings, high returns, a reliable way to stabilize the company’s stock price.

In short, not a single one had anything to do with me.

As always, I simply nodded and played along.

On the day of filming, he already had the script written in his head:

I would lose control, and he would step in afterward and magnanimous.

But the moment the lights came on, I felt an unexpected clarity.

So I looked straight into the camera and said evenly,

“I want a divorce.”

I think that when he agreed to join the show,

he must have already prepared himself to be devoured by his own plan.

When my agent informed me about participating in a divorce-themed reality show, I paused.

"James agreed?"

"Of course." She seemed amused by my question.

"Your recent livestreams haven't performed well, and celebrity divorce topics are trending right now. James specifically cleared ten days in his schedule to film with you. Make the most of this opportunity – it's the least you can do after all his support."

I remained silent.

The word "support" was interesting – it suggested a mentor and mentee, a teacher and student, business partners. Anything but husband and wife.

"Just sign it." She tossed the contract in front of me.

I stared at the thin stack of papers without moving.

She glanced at me with a smirk. "Relax, it's not a real divorce."

"I'll review the show's content first and let you know when I've signed."

She frowned, clearly displeased. "James has already approved this."

As she left, her parting words floated back: "Why make things so difficult? You'll end up signing anyway."