Perfect Partner

After failing the task of winning Spencer Greene’s affection, I was bound to the Perfect Partner System and became his perfect wife.

When rumors spread about him and Zoey Xander, I stepped up to clear his name.

When Zoey accused me, he let it slide, and I took the blame and apologized.

Even when he got Zoey pregnant, I stayed quiet.

I calmly handed him the divorce papers and gave Zoey the title of Mrs. Greene.

But he was not pleased. He pinned me down on the bed with eyes full of anger.

“Zara, I only wanted you to behave! I never wanted you to push me away.

“Are you blaming me now?”

I froze and stared at him in shock.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

When Spencer Greene returned home, he carried the scent of an unfamiliar perfume and a faint lipstick mark on the collar of his white shirt.

He smiled indulgently as he sent a voice message on his phone.

“Oh, you. Be good.”

I was sitting on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, his smile disappeared, and his voice grew cold.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Look.”

I nodded toward the television.

On the HD screen, more than ten reporters surrounded me and pushed their black microphones toward my face.

“Mrs. Greene, did you see yesterday’s news? Is it true that Mr. Greene is having an affair with rising star Zoey Xander?”

“Mr. Greene was spotted with Zoey Xander at night. What do you have to say about that?”

…

Yesterday, a video of Spencer and Zoey entering and leaving a charity gala together went viral.

In the video, Zoey wore a red gown with a sweeping train. She held his arm and shone radiantly in the crowd.

But Spencer did not like women in red.

He once threw out every red dress in my closet. Frowning, he said, “My wife should look dignified, not flirty.”

He said he did not like women wearing makeup. He told me that only a bare face looked pure and elegant enough.

During the five years we were married, I never wore makeup once.

Yet Zoey’s lips were painted red. She leaned close and kissed the corner of his mouth. They looked very intimate.

The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger.

In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light.

That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring.

He only hated them because of me.

He did not love me.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted.

After I was bound to