My Husband Paid Me Millions to Keep His Affair a Secret

After I finally conquered the game’s brooding male lead, the System granted me a special perk.
【You can now view the male lead’s location at any time, including his exact distance from anyone else.】
【This way, you’ll never have to be afraid of losing him again! 】
A few months later, the physical distance between the man who was supposed to love me and the woman he supposedly despised was shrinking rapidly.
I stared blankly at the numbers on my internal display: [-7 inches], [0], [-7 inches], [0]…
"Can I just cash out the affection points and go home?" I asked, my voice flat.
【That’s a negative, Host! You are permanently bonded to the male lead. And besides, he’s crazy about you! He just can’t control his… physiological needs!】
Fine. I pulled out my burner phone and sent a text to my beloved male lead: [Give me 0-00 million, or I'll tell your wife you're cheating.]
Seconds later, his distance from the other woman went from [-7 inches] to [10 feet].
The System’s voice crackled with panic. 【What are you doing?】
"Oh," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I'm going to play with him. Until this bond breaks."
Ethan was quick to reply to my burner.
[Who is this? What are you to Olivia?]
[What cheating? Do you have proof?]
Tch. He had me there. I didn’t have anything more concrete to hold over his head.
After a few minutes of silence, I figured he was trying to figure out a way to trace me. But then, his distance from Isabelle began to shrink again, and the numbers returned to their sickening rhythm: [-7 inches], [0], [-7 inches], [0]…
Seriously? Is he a Pomeranian in heat?
As I stewed in frustration, the System regained its smug tone.
【See? You should just give up. Ethan genuinely loves you. His body just enjoys the thrill Isabelle gives him. He can’t help it.】
【How about this? I’ll give you a succubus buff. You can work on making his body so addicted to you that he—】
I ignored it. A spark of an idea hit me, and I walked straight to the garage.
The moment I pulled the car out of the main gate, my phone erupted with a frantic call from Ethan.
"Liv? Where are you going?"
"Answer me. Don't you forget, you have no one in this world but me. Don't even think about taking a single step out of my sight."
As the story’s obsessive, controlling male lead, Ethan had implanted multiple trackers under my skin. The second I stepped off the property, alarms blared on his phone.
See how inhumane this setup is? The male lead gets to have his body and soul exist in separate zip codes, while the female lead is supposed to sit in a gilded cage and count her fingers.
That’s why the moment his affection score hit 100, I made a demand to the System.
"I want to be Ethan's equal."
My intention was to get half of his assets.
But this romance-obsessed System, with its corporate-level reading comprehension, assumed I was just jealous. It took the initiative and gave me this “perk” to track Ethan’s distance from other people.
And now, I finally understood how to use this supposedly useless ability.
I suppressed a laugh, seeing his distance from Isabelle still locked at [-7 inches].
"But, baby," I cooed into the phone, "you're with Isabelle right now, aren't you?"
1
Silence for a few seconds. Then, a disbelieving, sharp laugh.
"Liv, how can you even think that? You know how much I despise that woman."
"Hmph!"
A faint, feminine pout echoed through the receiver. It was almost imperceptible.
Then came the dull thud of a body hitting the floor. The distance tracker updated: [3 feet].
He must have kicked her off the bed.
I forced a sob into my voice. "She really is with you?"
Ethan’s tone finally tipped into panic. His words came out in a rush. "No, Liv, don't overthink this. I'm coming home right now to explain. Just don't leave the house!"
The moment he hung up, a transfer notification for 0-00 million hit my burner phone’s account.
[I don't know who you are, but take the money and stay away from her.]
I rolled my eyes.
Whenever I’d tentatively asked him for money in the past, his eyes would turn bloodshot, as if I’d triggered some primal defense mechanism.
"Your food, your clothes, your entire life is provided by me. What do you need so much money for? Are you planning to leave me?" he’d hiss. "Don't even think about it, Olivia."
So flexible, that morality of his. Unwilling to spare a dime for me, but happy to drop millions to cover up an affair.
Ethan’s 100% affection score was no joke. He drove like a maniac. I hadn’t even made it ten miles before his car cut me off. He wrenched me out of my driver’s seat and crushed me in a fierce hug.
"Liv, you're not going anywhere…"
After he’d half-dragged, half-carried me back into the villa, I focused my senses again. The distance between him and Isabelle was [15 feet].
He actually brought her back with him. Did he stuff her in the trunk?
As I was pondering this, a cup of tea was placed in front of me.
"Here, Liv. Drink this. It’ll calm your nerves."
A suspicious white powder floated on the surface, a blatant insult to my intelligence.
… Was he planning to drug me unconscious and then screw Isabelle right next to me?
What a sick game.
Ethan’s expression was dark as he gripped my chin, his voice dangerously low. "Be a good girl, Liv. I don't want to force you. We can talk about everything after you wake up."
I silently estimated Isabelle's hiding spot, then shoved Ethan away with all my might, snatching the teacup and flinging its contents behind the sofa.
"Ah!"
A disheveled Isabelle leaped out, clutching her head.
This perk wasn't useless at all. It was a god-tier affair-buster and blackmail-assister.
My face twisted into a terrifying mask, my eyes locked on the two of them. I mimicked Ethan’s own chilling tone.
"Baby," I whispered, "isn't having me enough for you?"
2
Ethan was the classic possessive archetype. Before I won him over, he was an untouchable ice king. Afterward, he became a possessive shadow, a ghost haunting my every move. He forced me to quit my job, forbade me from seeing anyone—first men, then eventually, anyone at all. He isolated me until I couldn't leave his sphere of control. His obsession was so absolute he needed to know the exact schedule of my bathroom breaks.
And Isabelle was the classic villainess. In the early stages, she relentlessly tried to frame me, even kidnap me, but Ethan always thwarted her and retaliated brutally on my behalf.
I thought that once I’d secured Ethan’s affection, Isabelle would be written out of the story for good. But I was wrong. On the surface, he drove her family to bankruptcy, but behind the scenes, he propped up her new career, funded her design studio, and sent her extravagant gifts on holidays. He acted disgusted by her in public, yet he was helplessly drawn to her in private, their shared animosity fueling a toxic passion.
He gave the villainess endless freedom and illicit pleasure, while I, the heroine, was locked away in a cage.
This world granted him limitless power and capital. No matter how depraved his actions, he faced no consequences. What was a little infidelity in the grand scheme of things?
The only variable was me, the female lead. He was terrified of me dying. A paper cut on my finger was enough to send him into a frenzy.
And that was my only leverage.
If I treated him the way he treated me—if I became unhinged and suicidal over his every move—how would he react?
Best-case scenario, I gain control over him. Worst-case scenario, I actually succeed in ending my own life and get sent back to my own world.
Playing the part of the psycho? It was a win-win.
3
Ethan’s arm tightened around me, the pressure almost bone-crushing. "Liv, let me explain. She followed me here, I—"
Isabelle, composing herself, ran a contemptuous gaze over me. "Relax, Olivia. I have no intention of stealing him from you." She smirked. "The CEO and I just have a… mutually beneficial arrangement. I have my own career and my own life. Unlike you, a helpless vine who can’t survive without a man to cling to."
I turned to Ethan, adopting his signature paranoid, whispery tone. "A mutually beneficial arrangement? Is she telling the truth?"
Ethan flinched as if I’d stepped on his tail. He whirled on Isabelle, his eyes feral. "Shut your mouth!" He turned back to me, his voice desperate. "Liv, don't listen to her lies. My heart belongs only to you! My body… that’s secondary…"
A distorted smile, a mirror of the one he wore when he was losing control, stretched across my face. "So, your secondary body… that can be given to anyone you please?"
I shoved him away with surprising speed, snatched a small, steel letter opener from the coffee table, and without a moment’s hesitation, pressed it to my own throat.
"NO!"
Ethan’s roar was ragged, torn from his soul. He lunged at me like a madman, his hand clamping around my wrist. The blade’s tip was a hair's breadth from my skin. His face was ashen, his entire body trembling.
"Let me die! Don't touch me with hands that have touched someone else!" I screamed, throwing his own past accusations back at him.
Isabelle stood by, arms crossed, sneering. "Seriously? What is this, the dark ages? The whole 'I'll kill myself' routine? Ethan, is this really the kind of neurotic drama queen you’re into?"
"GET OUT!" Ethan, finding an outlet for his terror and rage, spun around and slapped Isabelle across the face so hard she stumbled and fell. "Get the hell out of here, and don't you ever show your face in front of me and Liv again!"
Isabelle cradled her cheek, staring at him in disbelief before scrambling to her feet and fleeing.
4
The villa was suddenly silent, save for the sound of our two ragged breaths. Ethan pried the letter opener from my hand and pulled me into a tight, trembling embrace, still reeling from the shock.
"Liv, she was lying. Please, believe me…"
I let out a shuddering breath and whispered in the most devoted, heartfelt tone I could muster, "Really? Then from now on, will you share your entire schedule with me? Everything. And don't you dare lie." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a chilling murmur.
"If you betray me, I'll kill you. Then I'll kill myself."
Ethan’s body went rigid.
He looked down at me, and the first emotion that surfaced in his eyes was not fear, but a twisted, ecstatic joy.
"Liv… you love me that much?"
A beat, then… "Okay. I promise. I'll tell you everything, wherever I go. I'll give you all the security you need."
But behind the elation, I saw it. A flicker of fear. It was the look of a predator, accustomed to being the sole hunter in its territory, suddenly catching the scent of an equal.
The System's voice pinged in my head, sounding incredulous.
【Male Lead's character profile is collapsing by 5%. Current bond strength with Host: 95%!】
He could track my every move. Now, so could I.
That’s what I call fair.
5
After "calming me down," Ethan secretly replied to my burner account.
[You have the money. If you interfere in my life with Olivia again, I will find you. Don't think I can't.]
He couldn't. This burner account was one I’d used to tip him off back when Isabelle was trying to frame me. Its signal was untraceable, even for him.
The System grumbled, [I knew I shouldn't have given you that feature…]
To distract me, Ethan showered me with luxury goods. But his promise to share his schedule never materialized. A master manipulator doesn't take the demands of his pretty little bird seriously.
I played my part, reverting to the obedient, sweet girl he thought he controlled. He stroked my hair, satisfied.
"Get ready," he said. "I'm taking you somewhere special tonight. For your birthday."
That evening, he took me to a lavish ballroom at the city’s finest hotel. The birthday gala was filled with guests, and, just as I expected, Isabelle was there.
Under the pressure of Ethan's glare, she reluctantly approached me, forcing a stiff smile. "Happy birthday, Olivia. I was out of line the other day, just teasing you. The CEO and I have a purely professional relationship. I hope you didn't misunderstand."
I linked my arm through Ethan’s, my own smile a picture of innocence. "Oh, don't worry about it. I trust you, and I trust my baby." I squeezed his arm. "From now on, I won't doubt you again… unless I see something with my own two eyes."
The fake smile on Isabelle’s face froze. She clearly hadn’t expected me to be so magnanimous.
Ethan, however, was delighted by my response. He wrapped an arm around my waist and, in a loud voice, addressed the room. "And on this happy occasion, I have some wonderful news to share. Liv and I are getting engaged!"
The hall erupted in applause and congratulations. The hatred in Isabelle’s eyes was practically overflowing, but under Ethan’s warning gaze, she didn’t dare make a scene.
Halfway through the party, Ethan was cornered by a group of business partners. I watched as Isabelle shot me a defiant smirk, leaned in close to a slightly drunk Ethan, and whispered something in his ear. Then, one after the other, they slipped out of the ballroom.
[Ethan and Isabelle Distance: 15 feet… 3 feet… 0…]
I took out my burner phone again.
[Snacking on the side again, Mr. CEO? Time to tell your fiancée. The price is $20 million this time.]
He was likely in a state of frustrated arousal. His reply was blunt: [Fuck off].
I set down my champagne flute and, following the distance tracker, calmly made my way upstairs to the guest suites. I stopped in front of one of the rooms.
"Baby," I called out, my voice sweet and clear. "What are you doing in there?"

First, search for and download the MotoNovel app from Google. Then, open the app and use the code "258516" to read the entire book.