The moment Sophia Hadaway opened her eyes, she realized she was lying in a bathtub, and her phone was going off like crazy on the shelf nearby.
She half-sat up, reached for the phone.
“Megan?”
When did she even save a contact named Megan? Why didn’t she remember at all?
“Sophia Hadaway! Did you seriously climb into Lucas Mitchell’s bed?!”
Huh?
“Can you not drag me down with your mess? If you wanna play games, can you at least leave me out of it? I swear, being your agent must be the universe punishing me.”
Sophia blinked a few times. That rant… why did it sound oddly familiar?
“You better get on Weibo and clear this up. Like, now!”
Click. The call ended.
Sophia sat there frozen, utterly confused about what the heck was going on.
She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Wow. Long slender brows, eyes like autumn lakes, skin pale and flawless like porcelain, soft enough to leave a mark with a pinch.
This face? Absolutely stunning.
But… not hers.
Then it all hit her—Megan, Lucas Mitchell, Weibo…
Wait a sec. Did she just… transmigrate into a novel?
In the original story, there was a side character also named Sophia Hadaway—dumb, drama queen, total mess. Her parents, both cops, died saving Ethan Cooper, the male lead.
To repay the favor, the Cooper family arranged for Ethan to marry Sophia when she came of age.
She could’ve had it made. But nope. She screwed herself out of everything.
She despised Ethan, who’d lost the use of his legs in an accident and was stuck in a wheelchair. Flaky and vain, she couldn’t handle being married to someone “disabled.” Then along came handsome, rich Lucas Mitchell, and she went all in, desperate to ditch Ethan for him.
She pulled it off, got divorced, but with no more protection from the Cooper family, her career tanked in no time.
And Lucas? Turned out he never really cared. He’d used her to get insider info on the Cooper Group, then dumped her and swindled her out of her money.
She eventually realized how badly she’d messed up, tried crawling back to Ethan—but by then, he was already with the female lead, Estelle Easmon.
Estelle had once been a C-tier celeb, always hidden in Sophia’s shadow in the entertainment world. But after marrying Ethan, she leveled up to a full-on rich wife, living the dream.
Sophia, though? Lost everything—money, fame, love. Even got tricked into using drugs, dying alone on the street like some tragic cautionary tale.
Sophia remembered reading the book and seeing her own name pop up like a slap in the face. She literally almost choked on her drink.
Then she’d had that car crash on her way home. Wakes up now, post-bed-crawling scene with Lucas?
For real? What kind of cursed nonsense was this? What a mess.
Still dripping wet, Sophia no longer had the patience to soak around. Weibo or whatever—she’d deal with that later.
First, she had to check something important: did she still have her spatial abilities in this new reality?
She closed her eyes, trying to focus.
Ding-dong—
The doorbell yanked her right back out of her thoughts.
“Oh, come on,” she muttered, clenching her teeth.
She wrapped a towel around herself and marched over to open the door.
Two people stood outside—a man who looked like a butler pushing a wheelchair, and in that wheelchair sat a young man.
A wheelchair? Ethan Cooper?
Her eyes narrowed a bit as she gave him a good look.The man had sharp features, his eyes dark and deep-set, carrying a cool, distant aura like he was carved out of snow. When his gaze brushed past Sophia Hadaway, there was a flicker of discomfort before he quickly looked away.
Three seconds of awkward silence.
Sophia suddenly remembered she was only wrapped in a towel. With a deadpan expression, she said, “Sorry, give me a sec.”
She ducked back into the room, threw on a coat, and then ushered them inside.
“Ahem… Mrs. Cooper, this is the divorce agreement. Aside from the house you're staying in now, all of Mr. Cooper’s other properties, liquid assets, and investments will be transferred to you. Please review it and let us know if anything needs adjusting. If everything looks good, we can head to the registry and make the divorce official.”
Sophia blinked and turned to the man in the wheelchair, who looked every bit as cold as fresh snow.
According to the plot in the original novel, the old Sophia would’ve signed those papers and divorced Ethan Cooper right away. Sure, she’d walk away with most of his wealth, but not long after, Lucas Mitchell would scam her out of it all.
Moments earlier, Sophia had been sulking over the mess she'd landed in after transmigrating. But now… maybe it wasn’t all that bad?
Because now, the choice to divorce was in her hands. If she’d crossed over after that signature, she’d be truly doomed.
While her thoughts were spiraling, the butler had placed the contract and a pen in front of her.
“Please sign here, Mrs. Cooper.”
Sophia looked down at the paperwork and then glanced up at Ethan Cooper’s indifferent face.
His whole vibe was calm, almost like he couldn’t care less whether she signed or not.
Without a second of hesitation, Sophia pushed the contract right back.
The butler blinked, clearly shocked. Was there actually a chance this marriage could be salvaged?
“Mrs. Cooper?”
“I just… don’t feel like getting divorced anymore. Is that okay?”
The butler, clearly taken aback, instinctively looked over at Ethan.
The man had been silent and aloof since he walked in, like he was frozen in his own little world. Now he lifted his gaze and finally looked directly at her.
“Think carefully.”
His tone was neutral—neither agreeing nor objecting. Just a calm reminder.
Because, truth be told, Sophia had pulled the divorce drama more times than she could count. Mr. Cooper, his grandfather, had always tried talking her out of it. It wasn’t until this last time that he finally relented and made Ethan promise to transfer his assets.
Honestly, even without Mr. Cooper’s push, Ethan would’ve done it anyway.
He’d always given Sophia whatever she asked for—not out of love, but because she was the daughter of someone who once saved his life.
“I’ve thought it through. I’m not getting divorced,” Sophia said firmly. “This contract? Scrap it.”
Ethan said nothing, just stared at her with those unreadable eyes, as if trying to figure out if she really meant it.
Under his gaze, Sophia met him head-on with pure sincerity.
She was definitely the striking, beautiful type. Even fresh out of a shower with no makeup on, her features lit up the room.
Maybe it was just Ethan’s brain playing tricks on him, but something about her felt... off today. Different. He just couldn’t put a finger on it.
After a while, he looked away, his voice cool as ever.
“I’ll hold onto it. If you ever want out, it’ll be good to go.”
Sophia was stunned. Wait, for real?
That was *everything* he owned. And he didn’t even blink?
Then again, Ethan had never really cared about material things.
With that, he started wheeling himself toward the door, clearly planning to leave. But just as he was about to roll out, Sophia piped up, “You heading home?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait a sec, I’ll come with. Kinda miss Grandpa.”
Since she was in this body now, she might as well do what she could. She remembered how heartbroken Mr. Cooper was in the original story when they divorced. She figured the old man could use some company.
