His Feigned Submission

After my secret crush, Harrison, was forced to marry me.
Anytime I was the slightest bit unhappy, I took it out on him.
Every time your little goddess pisses me off, I'm going to take it out on you. Do we have an understanding?
Harrison gritted his teeth, glaring at me, his voice a raw rasp.
Josephine, you're going to regret this.
I didn't take him seriously.
But later, his goddess started provoking me so often that I was getting a little… worn out in the bedroom. I started avoiding him.
That's when I accidentally overheard Harrison talking to her.
"My wife has been a little distant lately. Could you maybe go and make an appearance in front of her again?"
His heartbroken goddess: ?
The streaming comments, which had been championing him: [Bro, what???]

1

On the eve of my engagement party, my fiancé received a sonogram.
It was from the substitute he’d been keeping on the side, a girl who looked about sixty percent like me.
He panicked and caught a red-eye flight, launching into the groveling, win-her-back tour he was apparently destined for.
And me? Because of my missing groom, I became the laughingstock of the party, a complete joke.
All of this was fed to me by a stream of comments that had suddenly appeared in my vision, like captions to my own life.
I didn’t believe it. I called him, several times.
All I got in return was a terse text message informing me the engagement party was "postponed."
I was stunned.
The text floating in front of my eyes kept scrolling:
[Why doesn’t the male lead just cancel the engagement and go win back the female lead already!]
[Because he can't let go of his 'one that got away.' He'll string them both along until he loses the female lead to the second male lead and regrets it for the rest of his life.]
[Please, the second male lead, Harrison, is a hundred times better than that scumbag! You can't beat the 'saved me when I was at my lowest' trope!]
Seeing the second male lead’s name, my eyes went wide.
Are you telling me the man I couldn't get to give me the time of day is in love with my doppelg?nger?
The absolute nerve.
The man the comments were calling the "second male lead" was the same man I had chased for months in London, and failed to conquer.
My dating history was a curated collection: the stoic types, the ice kings, the refined intellectuals, the sunshine boys, the loyal puppies.
But Harrison… he seemed to be all of those things at once, and it somehow worked.
When he rejected me, he was polite but distant.
When he fed a stray cat, bathed in the soft glow of sunset, the corner of his mouth would curl into a faint, gentle smile.
He was like a fog, luring travelers in, daring them to find their way through.
And not just his personality.
So when the comments said he was in love with my replacement, I completely lost it.
I called him on the spot. He picked up on the first ring.
I didn't waste any time. "What, exactly, is your relationship with Leah?"
[Uh? What kind of plot twist is this?]
[How does the 'one that got away' already know about the female lead!!!]
[Oh, it's over. She's definitely going to make trouble.]
You got that right, sweetie. Just you wait.
Harrison was silent for a moment before his cool, pleasant voice came through the phone.
"She saved me once."
Oh, please. So you fall for anyone who saves you? A doctor cures you of a disease; why don’t you fall in love with him?
I scoffed internally, then cleared my throat, my tone dripping with condescension.
"My fiancé is having an affair with your savior. In fact, he just ditched me to go running after her. What do you think we should do about that?"
The comment stream blanked for two seconds, then exploded.
[Ahhh, she knows! The idealized 'one that got away' knows! She's going to ruin the female lead!]
[It’s fine, it’s fine. Both the main guy and the second lead will protect her.]
[What kind of 'one that got away' is she? She's so harsh and arrogant. Can she just get written out of the story already?]
[I mean… from her perspective, isn't she the victim here???]
[I'm with you. So far, the 'one that got away' has done exactly 0 things wrong.]
After another stretch of silence, I heard Harrison ask, "What do you want to do?"
A slow smile spread across my face. "My fiancé is gone. You're going to have to replace him. The consequences of me being publicly humiliated could be very… severe."
[Wait, since when do you two even know each other?]
[This girl is hilarious. He's the female lead's soulmate. As if you'd even have a chance.]
[She's just shamelessly using the female lead to threaten him. How pathetic!]
[If he actually agrees, I'll stream myself eating a shoe.]
A second later, he replied, "Okay."
…
[I'm afraid to open my eyes. Please let this be a hallucination…]
[Haha, where's that guy who was gonna eat a shoe?]
[Probably prepping his footwear. I've already got my screen recorder ready.]

2

To avoid any complications, I took Harrison straight to City Hall and we got married before anyone could object.
Fortunately, the Sinclairs were an old-money family that Harrison had successfully modernized after taking the helm, reversing their decline and sparking rapid growth.
Business is business. Our families looked at the bottom line, saw no loss, and accepted the new reality.
In fact, they used it as leverage against Landon's family, the Pierces, determined to at least carve out a pound of flesh for the insult.
How the tables turn.
On my and Harrison's wedding night, Landon called me dozens of times.
I could feel his rage through the screen.
The second I answered, his voice came through, tight with fury.
"Josephine, I never said we were calling it off. What gives you the right to make a decision like that!"
I was genuinely puzzled.
"You ran off to chase your little girlfriend the night before our engagement party. I assumed you were madly in love and couldn't live without her. Am I wrong for helping you two get your happy ending?"
He stammered, his tone finally softening.
"She's just a stand-in for you, Josie. She could never replace you. Why are you being so petty?"
"I'll be back, and I'll explain everything. Just stop this nonsense. The merger between our families isn't a game. Be good."
I raised an eyebrow. He clearly hadn't grasped the new situation.
"Landon, who the hell do you think you are to tell me to 'be good'?"
"You were just the convenient choice for a family merger. You didn't actually think I was so desperately in love with you that I'd beg to be your long-suffering wife, did you?"
"If you've got a savior complex, see a therapist."
He was furious. "Josephine!"
I hung up.
[Okay, not gonna lie, watching her rip into him was satisfying!]
[He wants to have his cake and eat it too. What a piece of work.]
[Am I the only one who thinks that lace slip she's wearing is insanely hot? Wait, how did this collar get around my neck!]
[Hold on, so we're just supposed to forget she's the villain? You're all just going to ignore how she tortures the female lead later?]
[Dude, so far she hasn't done anything. From her point of view, some random girl who looks like her just popped up and stole her fiancé. Who wouldn't go a little crazy?]
If it weren’t for the comments, I never would have known I was his unrequited love, the "one that got away" he'd been obsessed with for years.
During my years studying abroad, he found an underground lover who bore a resemblance to me.
But what he saw as a simple way to pass the time ended up stirring real feelings.
And so began his dramatic, messy, will-they-won't-they saga of winning her back.
So I was just a prop in their little psychodrama?
I’d been blessed with good looks and a multitude of talents since I was a child. Suitors were like weeds in a garden; I could harvest a new batch every week.
I barely even remembered Landon.
He was chosen as my fiancé simply because our family fortunes were compatible.
Did he really think he was irreplaceable?
I looked up. Harrison had already entered the bedroom.
He'd just showered and was wearing a deep charcoal silk robe, the tie cinching his firm waist.
His features were exquisitely sculpted. Every movement he made carried an air of casual, aristocratic grace.
I knew how to pick them. Damn.
But Harrison didn't even seem to bother glancing my way.
"Get some rest. I'll sleep in the guest room."
Me: ???
I'm about to take my dress off and you say that to me?
I called his name just as his phone started ringing.
Unsurprisingly, it was Leah.
The comments went into a frenzy.
[So what if she forced him to marry her? He'll still stay faithful to the female lead!]
[Are you sure? He looks a little… excited to me.]
[Damn, that's… very noticeable. That girl is eating well!]
[Okay, let's get a little spicy.]
[Josephine, I never said a bad word about you, I swear. Please, I'm begging you, just force him. Do it for all of us chickens… bok bok bok…]
I… was speechless.

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