Married to the Billionaire: Divorce Me Now!

"I don't want the compensation; I just want to be with you forever!" The sound of a pitiful, sobbing voice echoed in Emma Reed’s ears, jolting her awake. She blinked, dazed, as she tried to process her surroundings. Something felt off—her face was wet. With a casual swipe of her hand, she realized her cheeks were streaked with tears. The crying voice? That was her. Emma frowned. Crying? In her past life, surviving in the apocalypse had taught her one unshakable rule: tears were the most useless skill. So why was she sobbing like this? Before she could make sense of it, fragments of a story flashed through her mind, like pages of a book flipping rapidly. Within moments, the truth hit her. She had transmigrated into the body of a dramatic supporting character in a cliché romance novel. Her role? A clingy, overzealous woman who used an arranged childhood marriage to tie herself to none other than Alexander Grey—a top-tier celebrity and her newly wedded husband. The script of her life was clear: she’d soon face a humiliating divorce and, thanks to her desperate antics, would become the laughingstock of the entire entertainment industry. The relentless public backlash would drive her to depression and an untimely demise. Emma couldn’t help but roll her eyes. What kind of ridiculous plot was this? After years of battling for survival in a ruthless post-apocalyptic world, she had finally hoped to enjoy a peaceful, carefree existence. And now? She was stuck playing a role destined to self-destruct. According to the story, she was originally a C-list celebrity plagued by scandals. Using her childhood engagement and the backing of their grandfathers, she had managed to marry her idol—Alexander Grey, the entertainment industry’s reigning star. However, Alexander didn’t like her. After enduring her relentless pestering disguised as love, he finally reached his limit. He had his lawyer negotiate terms, and they reached an agreement: Alexander would accompany her on a reality dating show, but once the show concluded, she would agree to divorce. Of course, as the original Emma was a hopelessly dramatic romantic, her insistence on the reality show was just a stalling tactic. She hoped to create opportunities for them to spend time together and deepen their bond. At this moment, Emma realized the timeline: this was likely just before the show began. Alexander must have come to finalize the agreement outlining their divorce terms. After a moment of silence, a tissue was handed to her. The gesture was accompanied by a calm yet cold voice. “Miss Reed, please honor the agreement as discussed.” The voice had a magnetic quality, low and steady, with a subtle sharpness to it. It was undeniably her convenient husband. Curious, Emma looked up. The man before her was stunningly handsome. His deep-set eyes, sharply defined features, and porcelain-pale complexion radiated a noble, untouchable aura. Emma couldn’t help but think, No wonder the original Emma was head over heels for him, chasing him so desperately. But she wasn’t here to play that role. Her goal was to relax and retire in comfort. After all, good looks didn’t pay the bills. She graciously accepted the tissue Alexander handed over, casually dabbing at her nearly dried tears. Her eyes drifted to the agreement on the table—and the amount written on it. 1,000,000,000?! That many zeroes? That was more than enough to live comfortably! Why bother with a reality show at all? She could sign the divorce papers right now and be set for life. Ignoring the slightly oppressive gaze Alexander directed her way, Emma gave him a sincere, amicable smile. “How about we revise the agreement? Let’s change the timeline for the divorce to—” Before she could finish saying “right now,” a sudden “ding” echoed in her mind. [Ding! I’m the Drama Queen System. Please don’t break character, Host.] Transforming into a role in the book and being paired with a system, it's the basic operations which are in place Emma Reed wasn’t surprised in the least. She casually asked, "What happens if I break character?" [Ding! In that case, Host will be deported back to the apocalypse.] Emma: "..." Fine. Here I come, Drama Queen persona. "—Ten years later?" Emma smoothly adjusted her words, twisting them artfully to align with her role as a hopelessly devoted drama queen. Without any burden or hesitation, she casually extended the divorce timeline just a little. To be honest, divorcing after the reality show ended would’ve been perfectly fine. But since she had already started talking about changing the timeline, backing down now would make her seem flippant and unreliable—and that wouldn’t do. As soon as the words left her mouth, two sharp intakes of breath echoed from either side of the room. The two lawyers standing behind Alexander Grey, impeccably dressed in tailored suits, couldn’t hide their reactions. “Miss Reed, how can you go back on your word?” “Miss Reed, to be fair, Mr. Grey’s divorce compensation is already exceedingly generous.” Before Emma could respond, Alexander’s steady, indifferent voice cut through the room once more, this time carrying a subtle edge of impatience. “Add 5% more shares. Sign it.” To Emma, that voice sounded like a heavenly melody. Her "convenient husband" was so generous—just one sentence from him, and her retirement fund was about to get a significant upgrade. What no one else knew was that Alexander Grey wasn’t just a superstar dominating the entertainment industry. He was also the heir to one of the country’s most prestigious conglomerates. His entry into showbiz had nothing to do with fame or fortune; it was his way of rebelling against his father, whom he blamed for indirectly causing his mother’s death. Becoming an award-winning actor wasn’t just a career choice for him—it was fulfilling his late mother’s dream. It was a silent tribute to her and a direct rejection of his father’s expectations. Perhaps thanks to his mother’s artistic talent, Alexander Grey’s debut film achieved remarkable success. From there, his career skyrocketed, culminating in him becoming the youngest recipient of the Best Actor award. Emma decided not to push her luck further and addressed the two lawyers. “Then, please draft a new agreement.” Words alone don’t count; everything must be in writing. The lawyers turned to Alexander, waiting for his approval. Alexander nodded. “Add another clause—maintain distance.” “Did we agree on this earlier?” Emma sensed another business opportunity and pretended to examine the agreement carefully. She then looked up, her tone brimming with mock sincerity. “But we’re still a married couple…” Alexander cut her off, his expression unreadable. “Increase the shares to 8%. Think it over.” OK, deal. To hesitate even for a second would be to disrespect money! Emma’s heart leapt with joy, though she kept her face composed, leaning into her dramatic persona. “Although my love for you is priceless, love is about letting go. I’ll sign the agreement. A little grievance on my part is no big deal~” Across the table, Alexander leaned back in his chair, his deep-set eyes fixed on her without a trace of emotion. He was the picture of cold, aristocratic detachment. An aloof superstar? Ignoring people is par for the course. For the sake of money, Emma decided to stay professional and perform her role with dedication. She raised her hands theatrically, forming a heart shape toward the icy-eyed man in front of her. “Honey, look at me! I love you~” I love your money.