"He left, just like that, without even asking whether I'm hungry, which apparently I am," she said, voice flat with annoyance.
As a certified foodie, she didn't need a grumbling stomach to satisfy it. She always lived by the saying: _When you feel tired, eat something._
_When you're lazily lounging there, eat snacks._
_When you're mad, eat meat—and lots of it. To her, the body wasn't vegetarian._
_When you're mad, grab a juice or a Coke._
[Host, you are drooling.]
"Shut up!"
[But Host, what you drooled on is your Pinkie's sheet.]
"I hate you."
As they bickered back and forth, the door opened from the outside.
Cassen came in with a pink apron tied delicately around his slim waist. The apron had a lifelike bunny on it. He was wearing red cooking gloves.
He carried a tray carefully. She watched him as he walked to the pink table near the bed. There, he placed the food down—and she truly drooled.
On the table now lay scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fried potatoes, and fruit drink.
She didn't wait. She cleaned her hands, grabbed the fork, and tasted the eggs. She chewed for a few seconds and then stopped. She chewed again, this time slowly, but got the same conclusion.
She went for the bacon, then the fried potatoes, and lastly the fruit drink. She was too tired.
The scrambled eggs—tasteless.
Crispy bacon—salty.
Fried potatoes—overcooked.
Fruit drink—sour.
She felt like crying.
_System, are you sure he loves me? Why do I feel like he can't wait for my early death?_ Cassen, who was sitting on the pink couch, tensed slightly.
[You used to enjoy it. This world lacks seasonings.]
_So you're telling me that my taste buds have been upgraded to premium service? Then how am I going to survive?_
[You need to, baby. Pinkie is an eight-star chef.]
"What!" And now she really cried. If an eight-star chef cooked like this, what about a one-star?
"Wife, is the food not to your liking?" Cassen asked, the smile in his eyes hard to hide. _She's too cute,_ he thought. He decided to ignore the tears in her eyes so she wouldn't be embarrassed.
_Sniff._ "No way. This is the best food so far."
_Liar. But I'll eat it anyway._
"Wife, these are the things I found with you at the riverbank," he said while handing her a phone and her pocket bra. She'd just finished eating.
The bra embarrassed her a little, but when she saw the phone, she was ecstatic.
She snatched the phone, and with a swipe, it was already on.
[Host, your phone looks different.] The system's frantic voice mixed with excitement. As for Cassen, he looked like he was busy with his opti-crystal phone, but he too was curious about the weird phone.
"How so?" she asked absentmindedly while looking at her phone.
Webnovel, check.
TikTok, check.
Facebook, check.
Spotify, check.
YouTube, check.
Netflix, check.
"What! System, did you say it looks like a space artifact? So I got the golden finger after all." She was too preoccupied with her phone to hear the system's other words.
[Yes, Host. Do you see the truck icon? Press it… input pin. I'll help you break the code… let me scan it so you can use it directly from your mind… scanning complete. Host, ready to go.]
"Wow, I never knew you had that skill, System." She looked at her empty hands in awe. The system had just integrated itself with her phone. She imagined her phone, and there in her mind, she saw it. She imagined clicking the truck icon, and then she found her truck with all the items she'd bought.
"I'm saved, System," she said quietly, retrieving her seasoning seeds. As she looked at the pepper seeds on the table, she smiled.
"Wonders. To hell with the bland food."
[Host, I want to sleep.] The system's exhausted voice was suddenly heard.
"Shoo, shoo. Just sleep already."
_I have work to do._
"Wife?" Cassen's suppressed voice was heard. She'd almost forgotten about Pinkie. She looked at him with her red eyes.
"No need to worry. I won't tell anyone," he assured her.
"Mmh, Cassen, is there any library around here?" she asked. She really needed to know everything about this world. She couldn't remember anything—only the information in the book, which was limited.
"Yes, at the back of this house. Have a change of clothes first. I'll lead the way. Meet me downstairs," he said as he stood, ready to leave.
After he left, she went into his closet to find women's clothes there. All in her measurements. All of them were jumpsuits in white, red, and black—her favorite colors.
_He prepared for this. He remembered._
As she entered the bathroom, she was mesmerized by her reflection. She looked like herself on Earth, but she was a hundred percent more beautiful. The woman's eyes were red with long red hair, her figure curvy like a succubus.
"Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman of them all?" she asked while applying body shampoo, not forgetting to touch her mounds.
"Chloe is the most beautiful woman of all." She answered herself while striking a pose.
After bathing, she changed into a red jumpsuit before going downstairs—and maybe meeting her reborn four husbands for the first time.
The wooden staircase didn't fit any princess's house at all.
As she neared the sitting room, she heard different voices.
There they sat comfortably, like their wife had never gone missing.
They raised their eyes when they heard her shoes clicking, and those expressions were comical.
She saw the hatred in their eyes, and she felt like poking them out.
Why?
Why did they get the chance to rewrite their fate?
Why did they get the freedom to hate?
Why could they take revenge, even when she tried to make it right?
What about her?
Who would avenge her?
Why should she be hated? Just because she was written as the villain without even being given a chance?
Why should she be paying for mistakes she never committed?
Did they ever try to understand her?
What they did was call her wicked. And who would she call?
She saved them all. Why didn't they try to save her, even a little?
Silently, she looked them in the eyes, her face turning cold as she remembered how in the second arc she tried to make it right. But did they give her a chance? No.
They trampled on her dignity. They drove her into madness. And what hurt her the most was that they never allowed her to die.
And how could they, when she could turn into a resentful corpse? They sold her to the dark arena to be toyed with by those mers.
Her, a full princess, became a plaything with different poisons in her body.
She looked at them.
Alex, the second husband. He had ocean-blue eyes with white hair. He looked holy. He was the one who poisoned her.
Lenox, the third husband. He had black eyes with black hair. He was the smiling machine in the house. He made her take loans she failed to pay. Stupid, right?
Nathan, the fourth husband. He had green eyes with black hair, looking like the boy next door. He gave her that undying pill.
Lastly, Dillan, the fifth husband. The person she saved from slavery. She gave him the power which he used to sell her. He negotiated the terms, and his words: _"Don't kill her. Let her serve old mers in bed. Don't treat her like a human. She isn't worthy. She should fight with dogs for food after a day."
Worthy! Those words corroded her reasoning. Her left hand, which was hidden, twitched, a gun appearing in her hand. She was about to shoot his brains out when a strong arm grabbed her hand, the other wrapping around her waist. She was enveloped in a mint scent that was comfortable.
After calming down, she broke free from Cassen's embrace. Even without looking, she knew it was him because of his scent.
She closed her eyes to forget all those thoughts.
"Heh?" She scoffed with a bitter smile on her lips.
She looked at those four calmly. Without a greeting, she left.
Why should she greet people who want to kill her at every given moment?
Even though she would die, couldn't she choose her way of death?
In this life, she had goals. Three Ds.
Divorce.
Destroy.
Die.