From Desperate Clinger to Ice Queen

The comments floating across the screen claimed that my clinginess would eventually drive Charles Hansen away. That we would end up divorced, and I'd spiral into depression before freezing to death under some bridge.

Above me, Charles's low, velvety voice was still trying to coax me.

"Amanda Koss, it's only a two-day business trip. This client's different. Just stay home and wait for me, okay..."

Before he could finish, I had already rolled off him at lightning speed.

"Mhm, I get it. Go ahead."

The smile at the corner of Charles's lips froze.

"Amanda, are you sure you don't want to come with..."

What an actor.

He was obviously already sick of me, yet he still insisted on pretending to be the perfect husband.

Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? For me to leave on my own?

Fine. I would go along with it.

I covered my ears. "Mhm, mhm, just go by yourself. I'm going to sleep."

Then I sprinted back to the bedroom.

[Why isn't the side character causing trouble anymore? If she doesn't interfere, how are the male and female leads supposed to deepen their relationship?]

[What a scheming woman. Now she's trying the whole 'playing hard to get' act. Too bad the male lead isn't some idiot she can fool easily.]

[Exactly. The main couple is destined to be together no matter what. The side character's only ending is freezing to death under a bridge.]

Daisy Allen's sweet voice drifted faintly from outside.

"Mr. Hansen, the driver's waiting downstairs. Is Amanda not coming?"

A moment later, Charles gave a quiet "Mm."

Then my phone buzzed.

Five million dollars had just been deposited into my account. The transfer was from Charles.

The sound of the front door closing echoed through the apartment.

I nearly exploded with anger.

The comments were right. Charles really was tired of me.

Even if I said I wasn't going, couldn't he at least insist on taking me with him?

He clearly knew I had severe skin hunger syndrome, yet he still left me behind without hesitation.

[I'm dying laughing at the side character punching the bed in anger. If she knew the male and female leads almost slept together on this trip, she'd probably smash her head into a wall.]

[First time reading this novel. Why 'almost'?]

[Because of the side character, obviously. She's been clinging to the male lead every single day for two years straight. His body's already familiar with her scent. Even drunk, he could tell the female lead wasn't her. His body automatically pushed the female lead away.]

Bitterness spread through my chest.

In two years of marriage, I had always been the one taking the initiative before I ever got to see Charles lose control.

And Daisy?

She had only been his secretary for a short time, yet they were already one step away from sleeping together.

A text message from Charles popped up on my phone.

[Amanda, stop ordering takeout when you're home alone. I hired someone to take care of you. Be good and wait for me to come back.]

I did not reply.

The violent emotional swing had triggered my skin hunger syndrome again.

My entire body felt unbearably itchy, as though thousands of ants were crawling beneath my skin. It was the kind of itch that seeped straight out of your bones.

I dragged several of Charles's shirts out of the closet and piled them onto the bed like a little mountain before burying myself inside them.

The itching eased slightly. But it was not enough.

Clothes, after all, did not have the warmth of a living person.

Then I heard the unmistakable click of the smart lock opening.

Wasn't Charles supposed to be leaving on a business trip with Daisy? Why was he back?

A voice sounded beside my ear. Different from Charles's, but just as pleasant.

"Amanda, did my brother really leave you home alone?"