Transmigrated Buddies: Crushing "Mr. Perfect"

My best friend, Mason Lodge, and I transmigrate into a novel together. On top of that, we even marry into the same wealthy family, known as the Grants.

Unfortunately, Stella and Tanya Grant's mutual first love, Eric Stewart, returns to the country on the day after our transmigration.

Everyone keeps advising us to just get our checks and dump the sisters. But Mason and I just glance at each other with smiles on our faces.

"Are things really that bad overseas to the point that he comes running back to the country as soon as he hears about the Grant sisters' marriages?"

"Just listen to how sickly sweet his voice is! Isn't he worried that he might contract diabetes for real?"

As soon as our words fall, I see Stella looking at me in disgust.

Meanwhile, Tanya glares at Mason angrily.

Honestly speaking, there's no way a pretentious bastard like Eric can ever win against Mason and me, who are known for seeing through all the facades that a typical pretentious bastard can ever put on.

When I woke up and opened my bedroom door, I came face-to-face with my buddy, Mason Lodge, who had clearly also slept in. We stared at each other for a solid second, then headed downstairs in a great mood.

The moment we stepped into the living room, the housekeeper, Wanda Smith, frowned. "Mr. Seth, Mr. Mason, why are you still here? Why haven't you fled?"

I calmly sat down on the couch and poured myself some coffee, while Wanda paced anxiously in front of us. "Is it because you don't know where Ms. Stella and Tanya have gone today?"

Mason shrugged lazily. "We know. Eric Stewart is back from abroad. They went to pick him up from the airport."

Who was Eric Stewart? He was the unattainable true love that both Stella and Tanya Grant wanted but couldn't have.

I thought back to yesterday, when Mason and I first transmigrated into this book. We actually thought we would be living the carefree life of rich live-in sons-in-law from then on.

But when we happily went to check out what the female leads looked like, we accidentally caught them on a video call with Eric.

On screen, Eric looked all wronged and pitiful, his voice sickly sweet and cloying as he asked, "Stella, Tanya, how could you two get married so abruptly? Can we still be like we used to?"

In the book, my wife, the famously cold and aloof CEO, Stella Grant, lost her cool. Her tone was suddenly gentle beyond imagination. "Eric, don't be like that. No matter what happens, you'll always be the most important person in my heart."

"But…" Eric's eyes dimmed. "But what if they don't like me? Maybe I just shouldn't go back tomorrow…"

Mason's wife, Tanya, who usually carried herself like an unapproachable ice queen, now frowned, her tone tough and protective. "As if they'd dare dislike you! This is the Grant family. Who cares what they like