

Jodie Walsh finds herself transmigrated into a romance novel as the ex-wife who got screwed over. The original character spent five years in an arranged marriage with a CEO tyrant, giving him everything—money, property, her whole heart—only to end up with her family destroyed and herself behind bars. And it gets worse. Her parents, best friend, childhood friends, and basically everyone connected to her was just cannon fodder in the story. Well, time for Jodie to roll up her sleeves and rewrite this mess. Mr. Hotshot CEO? She's going to see how mighty he is after bankruptcy. The pure, innocent female lead? Honey, let's add some darkness to that light. Her parents jumping to their deaths? Not in her version. They'll be doing the disco on her ex-mother-in-law's grave instead. Her bestie killed by her abusive husband? Hmm... such a "wonderful" husband. Let's save him for the female lead's bestie. Her broke aristocratic childhood friends? Here, one business opportunity each, and boom, instant CEOs, easy peasy. And the supposed villain? With that face and those abs? No one's going to object to him being the male protagonist. What's that? You're asking what makes her so badass? Jodie beckons to the mafia boss. "Babe, you tell them." "Simple." Mafia boss grins. "She's the boss lady."

Cleaner Betty’s night shift takes a fateful turn: she rescues a drugged stranger—unaware he’s elite tycoon Eli—and they share an impulsive night. The next morning, she slips away to help her best friend Ivy out of a crisis, , leaving Eli desperate to find her. Seizing the chance, Ivy poses as Eli’s mystery woman, lying outright that her ex-husband’s child is his—and steals Betty’s place entirely. Betty discovers she’s pregnant soon after starting medical school, raising the baby alone. Six years later, she becomes Eli’s household private physician. From their first meeting, Eli can’t shake the mother-daughter pair’s uncanny familiarity—a connection that makes him question everything…