Quick Transmigration: Homewrecker System! [BL]

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"Wife… please stay. I really don't know what to do without you. I don't know what I did wrong!" Clarke begged in Gaius' feet. 

He was wearing the majestic Superbman robe, but he was begging on the ground, hoping that Gaius would forgive and take him back. 

"I don't know what to do, Wife. I don't know how to live without you!" 

"You know how to live without me, Clarke," Gaius replied with pity in his eyes, but he didn't budge even an inch. 

"H—How?! I am just an alien in this world! I found you, and you gave me a way to live other than being a killing machine! Superbman without you is just a killing machine, a monster!" Clarke's plea sounded so pitiful.

Gaius finally moved and crouched to Clarke's eye level. He stared at Clarke dead in his eyes and nodded, "Yes, my dear, you're a killing machine. You're a monster who destroyed my life. So please go away because I hate you. I hate an ugly monster like you."

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Clarke woke up in a mess the following day. He had a nightmare last night, and he could still remember the content of his nightmare.

It was Gaius, his beloved wife, who called him an ugly monster. He doubted it, though. He knew that his beloved wife wouldn't hate him to the point that he called him an ugly monster. 

But it still hurt, even if it was just a dream. Clarke couldn't help but get hurt by those words.

Clarke checked the clock only to find himself late for the day. He didn't have the will to work today, though, despite all the workload. He was too sad and depressed. 

Their relationship soured even worse than before, even though Clarke tried to salvage the sinking relationship between him and his beloved wife, Gaius.

He didn't know what he did wrong because he was also hurting right now. 

He got up from the bed and walked out. The kids were already out to school and daycare, leaving only Gaius, who was reading 'The Werewolf Prince is my pet,' a new book by his favorite author, ForeverPupa.

[Okay, this one is actually funny and kinky, definitely my favorite based on all of your shameless recommendations, Pupa.]

[Pupa: At least you like one of his books. He's my favorite author, you know.]

[Okay, stop with the shameless promotion. We have a drama to do right now.]

Gaius closed his book and looked at Clarke, who was a mess right now, "You're late to work. You should take a bath now and leave."

…

There was a lot that Clarke wanted to say. First, he wanted to beg for forgiveness. Second, he wanted to ask whether Gaius would ever say that he was an ugly monster.

It might be just a dream, but it felt so real.

Ugly monster… those words felt so real to him for an unknown reason. 

But when he saw those bruises on Gaius' wrists, Clarke zipped his lips instantly. He knew there was no discussion between them right now. 

Clarke sighed and took a bath. He prepared himself, tying his own shoes and tie. He also carried his briefcase alone. 

He stared at his wife before he left, hoping that Gaius would give him a kiss before he left, or at least wait at the door while he was walking on the corridor.

It was a small gesture, but it really meant a lot for Clarke.

He bit his lip and said, "Wife, I'm going to work, take care until evening…."

"Wait," Gaius suddenly interrupted.

Clarke turned his head, but he wasn't expecting anything because Gaius was still angry at him. 

But he saw Gaius approach him with two lunchboxes in his hand, "This is for your breakfast, and this one is for your lunch."

"W—Wife, this—" Clarke wasn't sure how to react. He thought Gaius would hate him forever, but he still voluntarily made lunch boxes for him.

"This is your breakfast and lunch," Gaius shoved the lunchboxes to Clarke and sighed. "Don't misunderstand, Clarke. I still resent you for what you did last night. But you're still my husband, and I have to take care of you."

"Wife…" Clarke kept staring at his beautiful wife. His body trembled as he tried his hardest to contain his emotion right now. He wanted to hug Gaius, cry on his shoulder, begging for forgiveness.

But he didn't know if that was appropriate right now. 

"Wife… I… I love you…." Clarke uttered softly. 

"Leave now, Clarke."

"I will see you later…."

Clarke opened the door and left. He intentionally didn't close the door, hoping that Gaius would see him until he left the corridor. But to his disappointment, the apartment door was already shut from inside by his wife. 

He was sad, of course. But when he saw these lunch boxes, his mood improved a lot. At least there was a chance for them to mend their relationship, maybe slowly, but surely. 

"I will never give this to anyone, not even Reed, never!" Clarke swore an oath in his name as Superbman that his wife's lunchboxes were more valuable than his life and must be protected at all cost. 

**

Pupa materialized in front of Yunyu and questioned him immediately, "What the fuck are you doing there? Why are you making lunch boxes for Clarke?" 

"It's to progress with Reed," Yunyu said as he continued reading the book that Pupa recommended. It was addicting, actually. 

"To progress with Reed?"

"You see, that kind of man wants to have control. Reed is a man who thinks everything is in his hand, and if we give in to his desire to control, he would think there was no challenge."

"I will make sure that Reed realizes I'm not just some weakling who will give in to his temptation," Yunyu said. Then he grinned slightly, "And honestly, I also pitied Clarke. He looked so heartbroken yesterday. I can't get myself to completely hate him despite our fight."

"Maybe he is part of the hidden plot? I don't really know, honestly. But I treat Clarke and Reed the same. Because I have the same feeling for them."

"What feeling do you have?" Pupa asked.

…

"It's between love and hatred."