Perfect Partner

When Spencer Greene returned home, he carried the scent of an unfamiliar perfume and a faint lipstick mark on the collar of his white shirt.

He smiled indulgently as he sent a voice message on his phone.

“Oh, you. Be good.”

I was sitting on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, his smile disappeared, and his voice grew cold.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Look.”

I nodded toward the television.

On the HD screen, more than ten reporters surrounded me and pushed their black microphones toward my face.

“Mrs. Greene, did you see yesterday’s news? Is it true that Mr. Greene is having an affair with rising star Zoey Xander?”

“Mr. Greene was spotted with Zoey Xander at night. What do you have to say about that?”

…

Yesterday, a video of Spencer and Zoey entering and leaving a charity gala together went viral.

In the video, Zoey wore a red gown with a sweeping train. She held his arm and shone radiantly in the crowd.

But Spencer did not like women in red.

He once threw out every red dress in my closet. Frowning, he said, “My wife should look dignified, not flirty.”

He said he did not like women wearing makeup. He told me that only a bare face looked pure and elegant enough.

During the five years we were married, I never wore makeup once.

Yet Zoey’s lips were painted red. She leaned close and kissed the corner of his mouth. They looked very intimate.

The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger.

In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light.

That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring.

He only hated them because of me.

He did not love me.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted.

After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied.

So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them.

Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras.

“Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.

“I’ve made a note of every media outlet present today. Before midnight, you’ll all receive a legal notice from Greene Corp.”

Spencer switched off the TV behind me.

His brows furrowed, and his face darkened.

After binding to the Perfect Partner System, I always treated his feelings as my priority. I stood up and looked at him nervously. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

Three months ago, the same thing had happened.

That time, I panicked. When reporters asked me about Spencer and Zoey spending the night together, my eyes welled up with tears.

Afterward, when I asked Spencer about it, he yelled at me for embarrassing him in front of the reporters. He said I was not worthy enough to be by his side.

To punish me, he stayed away from home for two weeks.

When I went to his company to confront him, I found Zoey sitting intimately on his lap.