I'm the Cannon Fodder Wife in Her Drama

After marrying and divorcing my husband, Casper Sloan, eight times in a row, I'm still the same woman who refuses to endure any flaws and mistakes Casper has made. As always, I'll demand a divorce over the smallest inconvenience ever.

That is, until Lucille Bates, Casper's newly-widowed sister-in-law, moves into our home with her five-year-old son, Baxter Sloan. In fact, she's sitting in my usual spot while drinking the bone broth I've custom-ordered for myself.

Rage overwhelms my senses instantly. I rush over and plan to knock Lucille's bowl over, only to see the live comments popping above Lucille's head out of the blue.

"Lucille really is smart! She just has to pull a little trick, and the drama queen will start digging her own grave again!"

"Ooh, Sabrina will demand a divorce for the ninth time! This time, Casper won't endure her shenanigans anymore. Once the divorce is done, he will never remarry her. Later on, Lucille will heal his wounded heart, and they will get together in the end."

"Keep being unreasonable, Sabrina! Once you're divorced, you'll die tragically in a car crash! No one will even bother claiming your body in the morgue!"

I shudder at the thought. When I notice Lucille smirking haughtily while reading the comments, I quickly retract my hand.

Unfortunately, I was a step too late. The bowl of bone broth was still overturned.

The bowl shattered against the floor, splattering broth all over Lucille Bates. Her eyes immediately welled with tears, and her voice cracked as she said, "I'm so sorry, Sabrina. I shouldn't have come.

"Please don't be mad. I'll leave right now…"

Casper Sloan's expression darkened immediately. My husband strode to Lucille's side before turning to glare at me with a scowl.

"Can't you be sensible for once, Sabrina Collins? Lucille just had a taste of your bone broth, so what are you making such a fuss about? You seriously need to fix that nasty temper of yours!" Casper shouts.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the floating comments above Lucille's head. The screen was densely packed with rolling text.

"Here it comes! The ninth divorce warning!"

"Sabrina always throws a tantrum and demands a divorce after smashing things. Casper had better agree this time."

"This is killing me. Just get divorced already so Casper and Lucille can be together!"

I took a deep breath and forced down the chill creeping up my chest. Waving my hands dismissively at Casper and Lucille, I said, "Casper, Lucille, you've misunderstood.

"I didn't mean to knock the bowl out of her hand on purpose. The broth had gone bad, and I was just worried she'd get food poisoning, so I reacted out of panic."

Casper was stunned, while Lucille stopped sobbing. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes before she quickly switched to an innocent expression.

"But the maid said this broth was just delivered yesterday, so how could it have gone bad already? Are you just trying to say you don't welcome Baxter and me…"

Before she could finish, a sharp gasp came from the maid upstairs.

Casper frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

We rushed up the stairs and came up to my bedroom door just to see Lucille's son, Baxter Sloan, standing in the room. He was holding a perfume bottle cap, his eyes darting around guiltily.

Shattered remains of a luxury perfume bottle lay on the floor. Shards of glass were scattered everywhere, and the thick scent of perfume lingered in the air.

The maid quickly explained, "Mr. and Mrs. Sloan, it wasn't me! It was already broken when I walked in."

The bottle of perfume cost 300 thousand dollars. If this had happened in the past, I would have exploded on the spot and hysterically screamed at Casper and Lucille, even demanding a divorce right there and then.

But now, I wasn't going to be that reckless anymore.

The comments above Lucille's head went wild again.

"I bet 100 dollars she's going to lose her mind this time!"

"The ninth divorce attempt is finally here. I'm waiting for her to dig her own grave."

"You just have to sit back and enjoy the show, Lucille. Casper will definitely protect you again."

"That's 300 thousand dollars! Sabrina will tear the house, won't she?"

Lucille rushed forward and grabbed Baxter's hand. Then, she started apologizing to me non-stop, "I'm so sorry, Sabrina. It's all my fault for not keeping a close eye on Baxter.

"He's still a child who doesn't know any better and broke your perfume, but I'll pay for it. I promise I'll pay you back."