Chapter 3

"I'm not. Brice, you're overthinking it. I'm genuinely happy for you. Whether it's Amber or any other woman, as long as you like them, I won't mind you bringing them home," Indigo said calmly.

Brice furrowed his brow deeply, trying to detect something else from Indigo's expression. "You really won't mind."

"Really."

I thought Brice would immediately feel happy upon hearing that. But instead, an icy, chilling expression crept on his face. In fact, he looked anything but pleased.

Ignoring the cold, unsettling look, Indigo spoke up again. "I won't disturb you two anymore. But Brice, if I'm going to stay somewhere else, I'll need some money for a hotel. Could you transfer some money to me?"

Brice's expression grew even more menacing. "Money, money, money. Is that all you care about lately? Want money? Fine. Here, take it and get out!"

He pulled a bank card from his pocket and impatiently threw it in Indigo's face.

Indigo, however, didn't get angry. Instead, she simply picked up the card and turned to leave.

As I looked at Brice's expression, I couldn't help but feel strangely amused.

Ever since Amber returned from abroad, he had poured all his attention onto her.

As for me, his wife of seven years, I was completely neglected. Even when I questioned him about his relationship with Amber, he always insisted I was being unreasonable.

Now that Indigo was pretending to be me and "I" was no longer making a fuss, he actually seemed unhappy about it.

…

That night, Indigo lay on the hotel bed, staring at the bank card Brice had given her. She turned it over and over in her hands.

"Since Brice is so wealthy, I wonder how much I could get if I divorced him," Indigo muttered to herself..

The next day, she began calling lawyers to inquire about divorce proceedings.

For several days in a row, Indigo didn't return home. Then, on the seventh day, she suddenly received a text message from Brice.

"I'm out of condoms. Bring some over for me."

Not only was Brice doing that sort of thing with Amber, but he was intentionally telling "me" about it.

Before, if it had really been me on the other end of that call, I would've cursed him out and slammed the phone down. If that didn't vent my anger, I'd have another big fight with him that involved kicking and punching.

But now, with no feelings left for him, I simply felt calm enough to laugh.

Indigo, however, wasn't me. In her world, the only goal was to obey as much as possible in exchange for more money from Brice.

As expected, she did as she was told.

After buying a box of condoms, Indigo delivered them to the hotel Brice had specified. She knocked on the door, and it opened quickly from inside.

When Brice saw her, he froze for a moment.

"You actually came?" he asked dazedly, looking somewhat stunned.

His voice was quiet, so quiet it was hard to tell whether he was speaking to Indigo or just muttering to himself.

Indigo ignored his question and only asked, "Any other requests? If not, I'll be going now."

At that, Brice seemed to snap out of his daze. Seeing Indigo poised to walk away, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Violet, why have you become like this?"

Indigo didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked him, "And the money for the condoms…"

Brice frowned. "Money, money, money. Is that all you care about?"

"Yes. Don't worry. As long as you give me money, I won't bother you and Amber. You two can be together without any worry. If the price is right, I'd even agree to divorce you."

Finally, Brice sensed something off about "me". His tone was filled with doubt as he looked me over from head to toe.

"Violet, you weren't like this before. Where did the you I used to know disappear to?"

Hovering in the air above, I let out a cold laugh.

Did he really not know that I had died a long time ago?

Perhaps afraid of her identity being exposed, Indigo tried to leave.

"If there's nothing else, I'll get going now."

Brice tried to pull Indigo back but ended up grabbing her shirt instead. The collar was yanked from her shoulder, revealing smooth skin where the birthmark on my left shoulder should have been.

Naturally, Brice noticed this immediately. He stood there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.

"You—"