Transmigrated into My Own Tragic Novel

Back Home, And He Was Waiting

As Elma disappeared through the door, it was Theo who first shattered the heavy silence lingering in the suite.

With a slow, deliberate clap of his hands, he looked every inch the devil-may-care aristocrat who’d just watched an enthralling play. That signature smirk danced on his lips, lazy and mocking.

“What a spectacular evening,” he drawled, straightening the already-perfect lapel of his tailored suit. His sharp gaze flicked between Evelyn and Kane. “I suppose my role here has come to an end. Time for me to make an elegant exit.”

He turned, long legs striding toward the door, prepared to leave behind this storm of tension. But just as he passed by Kane—

“Theo.”

Kane’s voice cut through the air like a blade dipped in ice.

Theo halted, turning his head slightly. The smirk remained, but his eyes narrowed.

Kane didn’t look at him. His gaze stayed forward, cold and unwavering, each word laced with thinly veiled threat—and something darker, more possessive.

“Control yourself. If it weren’t for your shameless antics tonight, Elma wouldn’t have zeroed in on you—and Betty, my wife, wouldn’t have been dragged into this mess. Stay away from her. That’s not a request.”

The smirk on Theo’s face faded. In its place rose something colder—sharper.

Mockery.

He turned fully to face Kane, the space between them crackling with an invisible tension, like lightning waiting to strike.

“Oh?” Theo’s voice dropped, icy and flat. Gone was the humor.

“Let me remind you, Kane—you were the one who tossed her into my estate like a meaningless gift. A pawn. And now you want me to pretend she matters? That it’s not too late?” He laughed, but there was no joy in it. “Or have you finally realized how… valuable your little ‘gift’ truly is?”

The words hit Kane like a sniper’s bullet—swift, cruel, unflinching. His face darkened, jaw clenched, fists curling at his sides as if barely holding back an explosion.

Evelyn inwardly screamed.

Crap!

Theo had gone too far. That line had cut straight into Kane’s pride—into the one place he refused to acknowledge: his guilt.

Not the time. Definitely not the time to let these two go at it.

She stepped in, her small hand slipping around Kane’s arm, her voice gentle yet urgent.

“Kane,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m tired. Let’s just go home… please.”

Kane looked down at her, her weary face softening his expression for a heartbeat. Then, with one last deadly glance at Theo, he grabbed Evelyn’s wrist and stormed out of the suite without a word.

Theo stood there, watching them go—watching the way Kane’s hand clenched possessively around her wrist like a man claiming what was his.

That look in his eyes—rage, jealousy, need.

And for a flickering moment, the mockery in Theo’s eyes gave way to something deeper. Something more dangerous. A quiet storm.

He scoffed under his breath.

And walked away.

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On the Drive Back…

The ride was stifling.

Kane didn’t utter a word, and Evelyn didn’t dare break the silence. She could practically feel the steam rising from him like a volcano threatening to erupt.

But in her head?

Unbelievable. She crossed her arms, glaring at the window. Wrongly accused Betty, humiliated me in public, and now you have the nerve to act like I did something wrong? Just because you’re the male lead and control my fate doesn’t mean I have to like you, Kane.

The car finally rolled to a stop in front of the main estate.

Kane stepped out first, as usual—no backward glance, no gesture for her to follow. Evelyn didn’t mind. After all, this was exactly how she’d written him.

Stone cold.

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At the staircase, Kane paused.

Still not turning around, he addressed the approaching housekeeper with that same detached authority.

“From tonight onward, remove all restrictions on the lady. She can move freely within the mansion.”

Nancy blinked, visibly startled. But her professionalism kicked in immediately.

“Yes, sir.”

No apology. No explanation. Not even a proper look in her direction. But this—this—was the clearest sign yet.

A shift.

Kane climbed the stairs without another word.

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Back in her room, Evelyn practically floated to the bed.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she collapsed face-first into the impossibly soft mattress.

“Oh my God… it’s finally over…”

The entire evening had felt like a psychological battlefield—manipulation, confrontation, power plays. She was starving.

She pressed the call bell by her bed. A minute later, Nancy’s voice came from the door.

“Ma’am? Do you need anything?”

Evelyn opened the door with urgency. “Nancy, I’m starving. I didn’t get a single bite at the party. Can you ask the kitchen to whip up something delicious? Like… really good?”

“Of course, ma’am. Where would you like to dine?”

“In here. I’m not leaving this room for the rest of the night.”

While she waited, Evelyn sank into a blissful hot bath, the tension melting from her bones.

By the time she stepped out in her robe, the small dining table in her lounge had transformed into a five-star feast.

Black truffle cream pasta. Garlic-toasted bread. A delicate salad. And best of all—a molten chocolate lava cake that looked like it had been summoned by the dessert gods.

“Holy…” Evelyn’s eyes sparkled. All etiquette forgotten, she dove into the food like a woman reborn.

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Later, sprawled on the sofa with her stomach pleasantly full, she rubbed her little food baby and declared to the room:

“Nancy, tell everyone—do not wake me tomorrow. I’m sleeping until the world ends.”

Nancy, standing by the cleared plates, tried her best to keep a straight face. “Understood, ma’am. Good night.”

She carefully closed the door behind her and turned to head downstairs—

Only to nearly collide with the tall shadow standing silently in the corridor.

“Sir!” she gasped.

Kane stood in the dim hallway, dressed in his dark loungewear. His expression unreadable, his presence quietly intense.

He glanced at the empty tray in her hands—particularly at the spot where the lava cake had been scraped clean.

“She ate all of that?” he asked, voice low, almost distant.

“Yes, sir,” Nancy said cautiously. “She seemed… to enjoy it. She’s gone to bed now.”

For a long moment, Kane said nothing.

But behind those glacier-cold eyes, something flickered. Barely noticeable. A shift, like the first crack in winter ice.

Then he looked at Nancy, tone utterly calm—but the words?

A bombshell.

“Tell the butler to move my things back to the master bedroom.”

Nancy’s head jerked up.

The master bedroom?! The one the lady currently occupied?

Ever since the wedding, the two had lived completely separately. Kane hadn’t stepped foot in that room in months.

“Sir… you mean—”

Kane didn’t repeat himself. His sharp glance cut her question off before it could finish.

“Yes, sir,” Nancy said quickly. “I’ll take care of it immediately.”