No Redemption For You

Im a zen Capybara, but Ive transmigrated into the body of a tragic wife and inherited all her overwhelming emotions. My husband dotes on his childhood sweetheart, and even our son desperately wants her to be his mother. Perfect. I dont want to do anything anyway.

Late one night, when my husband received a call from her and tried to sneak out, I covered my subtly aching heart and offered him his jacket.

Kims hushed phone conversation woke me. He deliberately kept his voice low as he got up, soothing his childhood sweetheart on the other end. He quickly dressed, grabbed his car keys, and was about to rush out.

Wait.

Hearing my voice, his expression immediately shifted.

Liliana is home alone right now, and the powers out. I

Put your jacket on before you go. Its getting cold.

His impatient look morphed into shock, and he stared at me in disbelief for a moment. But I simply turned over sluggishly, absently rubbing my heart, which had been aching for a while. Seeing that I wasnt crying or making a scene as usual, Kim walked over and kissed my forehead.

Dont throw a tantrum. Ill be back soon.

I nodded, feeling nothing in particular, though the pain in my chest intensified. I heard the door click shut, then lazily got up and took a painkiller. It still didnt do much, but at least it offered some psychological comfort.

Id been in this world for over two months since the original owners suicide. Kim was always like this, and I couldn't be bothered to get angry. Anger, for a Capybara, is a hassle. This was especially true because I still inherited all of the original owners emotions.

Especially when I woke up early to make breakfast for Oscar. He complained my cooking was terrible, frowning as he tossed all the food he disliked into the trash.

Mom, Ive told you so many times, I want a Western breakfast. Why does Aunt Liliana always remember, but you never do?

The disdain on his face was obvious. I should have been angry. But I just calmly sipped my fish porridge.

Then go eat with her.

Oscar, who had been full of complaints moments before, choked on his unspoken words. My well-meaning suggestion sounded like viciousness to him. He immediately burst into tears, sweeping his bowl and chopsticks off the table.

Bad Mom! Youre a bad Mom! Why did Dad marry you, you bad woman? I want Aunt Liliana to be my Mom!

His wailing echoed shrilly in the empty villa. I calmly drank my porridge, silently turning away. Capybaras dont comfort people; not interfering is my ultimate boundary. Seeing I wasnt reacting, Oscar cried louder, sweeping all the remaining dishes off the table. Children know best how to hurt. He cried, yelling that no wonder Dad liked Aunt Liliana and not me.

I ignored him, though the pain in my chest was unbearable. I gently put down my bowl and sat on the sofa, watching the news. This was one of my main ways of getting information about this world; smartphones were too complicated. Id only learned the very basics of messaging in two months. The TV was simpler.

What are you doing?

When Kim walked in, he saw the mess on the dining table. Oscar, as if finally finding his protector, scurried over to Kim, tattling on my alleged misdeeds that morning. Kim, who hadnt been home all night, picked him up and stormed over to me.

It was just a joke from your son, do you have to be so unreasonable? Hes so young, what if he hurts his throat crying? Willow Grey, if you cant even handle such a small matter, then dont bother taking care of our son.

I nodded softly, slightly tilting my head to continue watching TV.

Whats that supposed to mean? Dont think pretending to be mute will work. If this happens again, I wont hesitate to let Liliana move in with us.

Okay.

Kim, who was still fuming, suddenly got even angrier. He nodded repeatedly. Fine, you said it. Dont you dare regret it. Perhaps afraid Id change my mind, he promptly made a phone call.

As he was on the phone, the TV happened to be reporting on last nights amusement park fireworks display.

Last night, our citys largest amusement park was rented out by Thorne Industries CEO, Kim Thorne, who ignited all the stored fireworks at once to delight his girlfriend. The two were seen embracing passionately, a truly enviable sight.

Though the TV only showed two embracing backs, they still looked incredibly well-matched. Kims jacket was still on Liliana. He turned around at that moment, and the jacket he was wearing suddenly became a glaring symbol.

Seemingly awkward, he nervously adjusted the glasses on his nose. Let me explain, its not what you think, last night was just

My face paled, and I urgently stood up from the sofa. No need to explain. I believe you. I tried my best to keep my voice flat, then hurried towards the bedroom.

Kim, however, relentlessly followed me. Willow Grey, what exactly are you making a fuss about? Liliana is just my sister, its only right for me to do these things for her. Cant you stop believing what the TV says?

But with every word he spoke, my heart ached a little more. Standing on the stairs, I simply fainted from the pain. In a haze, I seemed to hear Kims condescending voice behind me.

Dont think pretending to faint works on me. Get up now!

Just keep pretending. Lets see how long you can keep it up.

Before losing consciousness completely, I only heard a door closing. Kim truly didnt bother with me. I quietly condemned his irresponsibility in my heart, still unable to understand why the original owner fell in love with such a person. But every time I wanted to suggest divorce, an unyielding obsession prevented me from speaking those words.

When I woke from unconsciousness, the house was empty. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. I knew this state was very wrong. So I booked an appointment with a psychologist online to check if there was something wrong with this body.

Your condition is provisionally diagnosed as Emotional Syndrome, and its quite severe. Given your situation, we recommend you first try to redirect your emotions. All feelings can become a focus, but a person absolutely cannot be a mental crutch. If that truly doesnt work, then well have to consider MECT (electroconvulsive therapy).

On the way home from the hospital, the doctors words echoed in my ears. Pushing open the front door, I heard laughter from inside.

Lilianas luggage was still in the living room, but she was already sitting on the sofa, sharing a cake with Kim and Oscar. Kim fed Liliana a piece of cake, and Oscar chuckled, saying Dad was playing favorites. They looked like a picture-perfect family of three.

Until I walked in. Their smiles instantly vanished. Oscar snorted and turned his head away, and Kims expression also soured.

What? Not pretending to faint anymore?

I nodded calmly, my mood still peaceful. My chest didnt ache, which even surprised me. I ignored them and walked straight towards the bedroom.

The sound of a suitcase being dragged followed me.

Willow.

I turned around. Liliana looked at me, her cheeks slightly flushed with shyness.

Willow, I just toured the house, and I really love your and Kims room. Can you let me have it?

At her words, even the father and son standing nearby stared at me. Their eyes seemed to say that if I caused any trouble, they would immediately jump out and accuse me. But throwing a tantrum was inherently difficult for me.

Okay. Its yours.

Lilianas face broke into a clear, challenging smile.

Thank you, Willow. I knew you wouldnt mind. Could you help me pack up? My self-care skills are a bit weak; Kim always says youre very good at housework. Thank you, Willow.

The naked sarcasm in her words still felt offensive. I calmly took her suitcase. And kicked it all the way down the stairs. Her smile hadnt even faded when she heard the sound of the suitcase crashing to the floor.

Willow Grey, what are you doing?! Kim rushed over immediately, accusing me. If you didnt want to, you should have just said so. Why kick Lilianas suitcase?

Seeing Kim defending her, Lilianas eyes instantly reddened. Kim, I dont want to make a big deal out of this, but the porcelain inside this suitcase is a years worth of my work, I She opened the suitcase, and as expected, the porcelain was shattered.

Kim couldnt stand to see his beloved cry, so he quickly pulled her into his arms, comforting her. Its okay, its okay. Ill make her apologize to you. Ill make her pay for this porcelain.

A simple ceramic jar wouldnt be worth much. But Kim grabbed my hand.

Willow Grey, apologize.

Suppressing the glee in my chest, I shook my head.

Dont make me say it a second time. Apologize!

Miss Grey, if youre angry at me, thats fine, but please dont wantonly destroy my work, I She trailed off, a mist forming in her eyes again, making her look utterly pitiful.

No apology. You deserved it. I simply stated that she deserved it. Who in their right mind packs porcelain, not clothes, in a moving suitcase?

Willow Grey! If you dont apologize now, were getting divorced today, and you can get out of this house right now!

I originally thought I would be very sad. Unexpectedly, my chest continued to beat steadily.

Okay. I pulled my hand free and quickly went to the room to pack my luggage.

If you leave, dont ever come back.

I nodded. As I passed Liliana, I took off my wedding ring and placed it beside her.

This is to compensate for your porcelain.

Seeing me take off my wedding ring, Kim finally panicked.

Willow Grey, what is the meaning of this?