Shocked: My Husband is the Protagonist of a Pornographic Novel!

Allen nodded slightly.

I was dissatisfied with his reaction and pressed, "What do you think?"

He lifted his eyelids to look at me, pulling my hand nonchalantly, "Imagining I'm a rich second generation?"

My heart skipped a beat, "Could you be one?"

"No." He leaned in close, his hand wrapping around me, his body heat seeping through the thin summer fabric.

I couldn't help but shrink back.

Allen's eyebrows quirked, his grip tightening, pulling me onto the couch, just as I was about to struggle, I heard him say lightly, "You've been off lately..."

My mind raced for excuses as his phone suddenly rang.

Allen answered it close to me, a slightly panicked female voice on the other end.

I didn't listen closely, only hearing Allen say okay before telling me, "I have to step out. I'll be back soon."

The warmth around my waist vanished, and the cold sweat in my hands stopped.

It was clear now, those two were bound to end up together.

What I needed to do was catch Allen cheating and then take half of his fortune.

I couldn't just let this damned plot leave me empty-handed.

I took a deep breath and followed him out.

Three

The taxi driver showed more excitement than usual.

But the rush hour traffic was terrible, and missing one traffic light meant losing him completely.

I hesitated for a moment, "Driver, please take me back to where I boarded."

It took at least half an hour to turn around, and just as I was about to get off at home, I received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello, your husband is suspected of fighting and has been detained, please—"

I hung up, muttering, "Scam calls are quite timely these days."

Then I received a text from the police station, asking me to bail someone out.

I closed the car door again.

"Little girl, aren't you getting out?"

"Go to the downtown police station."

"Ah, why suddenly go to the police station?"

I scoffed, "Go to send off my ex-husband."

It was completely dark by then, but the police station was still brightly lit. I had just stepped out and paid when another black car screeched to a halt right in front of me, skidding to a stop just inches from me.

The person who got out was much more anxious than me, "Don't block the way!"

The puppy-like senior, a star and an artist, I guess the other party in the fight is the star. Sure enough, there were three faces I recognized in the huge police station.

The delicate heroine, the peacock-like star, and Allen, frowning in a corner.

"My God! How did you end up fighting and getting dragged to the police station?" The agent sprinted to the star's side.

I picked up my phone.

"Click." I forgot to silence it.

Four

The agent yelled at me, "Delete it!"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at Allen, "The police called me to bail you out."

I really wanted to pretend for a while, to catch Allen cheating, but it was clear there was no tangible evidence of this kind of emotional cheating.

And me not throwing my phone in his face was a testament to my acting skills...

"Sorry, you must be Allen's wife." The heroine looked extremely apologetic, "Sorry to bother you."

Even though I knew I was part of their game, actually experiencing it felt disgusting.

"Knowing it's disturbing, why make the call?"