The Wicked Supporting Character Who Gave Up

Chapter 1: Transmigration and a Cold CEO Husband

Every year, someone transmigrates into a novel. This year, it was my turn.

I found myself inside a cheesy romance novel titled The Possessive CEO’s Sick Obsession, where the male lead, Alon Whiffin, was the epitome of a domineering CEO—cold, ruthless, and filthy rich. His heart belonged to his unattainable white moonlight, Florence Tomblin, who had married another man.

Meanwhile, I, Hannah Aliston, was the discarded wife—the wicked supporting character.

Alon had married me out of obligation, not love. He gave me 5 million a month but never came home, too busy pining for Florence.

Honestly? Fine by me.

I’d happily guard his grave and polish his tombstone if he asked.

Chapter 2: The CEO Finally Comes Home

For three months, I lived in luxury, counting zeros in my bank account while waiting for the inevitable divorce.

Then one day, Aunt Mary knocked on my door.

\"Madam, the young master is back.\"

Downstairs stood Alon Whiffin—tall, broad-shouldered, with a face sculpted by the gods. His suit was buttoned to the top, exuding icy restraint.

\"Mother wants us to come home for dinner tonight,\" he said, his voice devoid of warmth.

I plastered on a smile. \"Of course, boss.\"

Chapter 3: Playing the Loving Couple

At the Whiffin estate, Madame Sophie greeted us warmly.

\"Hannah, you\'re back!\"

Alon’s parents adored me, unaware of the cold distance between us.

To keep up appearances, I linked arms with Alon, whispering, \"Boss, is this level of acting acceptable?\"

He gave a curt nod.

But then—his phone rang.

Florence.

Without hesitation, Alon stood. \"I have to go.\"

His father slammed the table. \"Hannah is still here!\"

I waved it off. \"It’s fine, his work is important.\"

But inside, I smirked. Divorce settlement, here I come.

Chapter 4: The $100 Million Necklace

At a charity gala, I expected drama—Florence bidding on a diamond necklace, her abusive husband refusing, and Alon swooping in to save her.

Instead, Alon turned to me.

\"Do you like it?\"

Before I could answer, he bid 100 million—and won.

The staff delivered the necklace to me, not Florence.

\"It’s for you,\" he said casually.

I clutched the box like a lifeline. \"You’re not taking it back, right?\"

Alon almost smiled.

Chapter 5: Drunken Confessions and a Different Alon

That night, Alon’s friends dragged us to an exclusive club.

\"Sister-in-law, drink up!\"

I, the lightweight, was wasted within minutes.

Alon carried me home, his usual cold demeanor cracking.

\"Hannah, behave.\"

I giggled, poking his sharp jawline. \"Your biceps are huge.\"

He groaned. \"You little brat.\"

Then—I kissed his cheek.

Alon froze.

The next morning, I woke up mortified.

But Alon wasn’t angry.

Instead, he made me mushroom soup (badly) and let me keep the necklace.

Chapter 6: The Fever and the Truth

When I fell sick, Alon surprised me again—staying by my side, feeding me medicine.

In my feverish haze, I mumbled about divorce.

\"Just go to Florence…\"

Alon’s grip tightened. \"Who the hell is Florence?\"

I blinked. \"Your white moonlight? The one you love?\"

His expression darkened. \"I don’t even know her.\"

Wait.

Had I been wrong all along?

Chapter 7: The Real Alon Whiffin

Turns out, the novel’s plot wasn’t real here.

Alon wasn’t pining for Florence.

He wasn’t even the cold CEO I thought he was.

The real Alon was a former bad boy—scars, mischief, and all.

One night, I blurted out: \"Hubby.\"

Alon short-circuited.

Then he pinned me against the counter, his voice rough.

\"If you really like me, I wouldn’t mind making this real.\"

Epilogue: A Happy Ending

No Florence. No divorce.

Just Alon Whiffin, his $5 million a month, and me—the wicked supporting character who got the CEO in the end.

And that $100 million necklace?

Still mine.

The End.