Transmigrated into a Novel as the Female Lead's Ex-Husband

ndow w

ite while the wind pushed loose flakes through the

bite that only comes with a proper winter storm - the kind t

a man lay motio

and skin, making him look less like a person and m

eyes snap

is it so co

ndow and frowned at the snow still falling heavily outside. "They s

self upright

sn't hi

out was

the shape of the walls, the placement of things, felt

ting for his mind to produce a

e c

omething stranger: the

d on his skin - but instead the chill felt almost wel

ntly, and against all lo

led him more than

s different. The shape was different. Even the sma

you might inspect something you foun

ren't my

crossed the room and lifted it, and the

seeing, pain cracked through his sku

any orderly way, but all at once, crashing over each other in a flood o

ees. The pain felt lik

adually,

floor for a long mo

e his head finally s

to something coherent, and that coher

ne. "I transmigrated into some

for a moment, then shook his he

didn't feel like a stranger's memory anymore. He knew these names.

cli

done something he rarely did: he'd pick

a broken marriage and climbed to become one of the strongest agents in the B

because a side character

u

x-hus

ed his family aft

e was worth, and then quietly discarded. Luke remembered exactly

husband

inside that

s palm and l

ou could miss it in poor light. The moment he focused on it, the info

anipu

solid ice. He could sha

st things that stood in their way. It was a strong ability - genui

palm and felt no

ed, "is the root

led into place as

ling dangerous superpowered incidents, the kind of job where the wrong moment could

ecame something deeper over two years, and by the time Emily was

certain, and their work was dangerous, a

memories told h

et kind of happiness built from things that don't pho

ower, and everything that should have been a

s - everything the Bureau couldn't provide - along with connecti

onstant risk. A guaranteed future, or something t

too

m everything he had built and into a world of corporate powe

ly closed

fety and walked strai

everything he had remaining. He died a pawn, used an

n at the faint m

use. And it was, without question, the t

outside the open window

cold settle around him - comfortable, as it

e the story h

ding at its