After Becoming the Cannon-Fodder Ex-Wife, I Declared War on His White Moonlight

I transmigrated into the ex-girlfriend of the heroine from a CEO romance novel.

The original owner spent five years married to the domineering CEO, giving him money and land and pouring her heart into him, only to end up with her family ruined and herself behind bars.

Fine, fine. She was the very definition of a cannon-fodder supporting character.

And that wasn't all. Her parents, best friend, childhood friends, every last person connected to her, were all cannon fodder.

All right, all right. So they were going to fleece the same sheep over and over.

Even an uncle can put up with it, but not an auntie. An auntie might endure it, but I won't.

I rolled up my sleeves and rewrote the plot.

The domineering CEO? Let's see how domineering you are after you go bankrupt.

The heroine, the CEO's white moonlight? Let's see how you stay pure after you turn evil.

Her parents jump off a building? Change that: they go together to her mother-in-law's grave to dance disco.

Her best friend is beaten to death by her husband? Well, if he's such a good husband, let's leave him for the heroine's best friend.

Her childhood friends, a bunch of down-and-out rich kids? Give each one a small business opportunity, and they'll become CEOs in no time.

The villainous big shot: With this face, these abs, and this size, ahem, does anyone object to me being the male lead?

What? You want to know what a badass like me is called?

I beckoned to the villainous big shot. "Hubby, you tell them."

The villainous big shot: "Big Sister-in-Law."