My Sweetheart Is the Male Protagonist of the Pornographic Novel

On our tenth anniversary, Benjamin was working overtime. By now, this was no longer surprising to me.

When did he start forgetting our special days? How long had it been since he last remembered?

But my mind, heavy with fever, couldn’t dwell on these thoughts for long.

The housemaid Benjamin had hired was off today, citing urgent matters at school.

It left me feeling oddly uneasy. In the vast emptiness of our grand villa, I lay alone on the couch, paralyzed by a high fever of 102°F, helpless as a stranded fish.

Yet, with sheer willpower, I managed to dial 911 for an ambulance.

As soon as the sirens approached, I let my eyes close in relief.

In my fevered haze, a strange truth began to unfold.

I was living within the pages of a book, and the male protagonist was none other than my dashing and wealthy husband, Benjamin Davis.

But, tragically, the heroine was not meit was our young housemaid, Mia.

Mia Baker, barely in her twenties, had applied for the maid’s position and caught Benjamin’s eye immediately. Desperate to earn money to save her family, she reluctantly succumbed to his coercion.

While Mia professed her intention to sever ties with Benjamin out of guilt towards me, she nonetheless allowed him to pursue her.

In the end, Benjamin asked for a divorce. I refused, harboring resentment towards Mia. In my anguish, I inadvertently caused her a severe injury, leading to the loss of their child.

This culminated in a bitter divorce forced upon me by Benjamin and my subsequent confinement to a mental hospital.

Meanwhile, Benjamin and Mia moved past their troubles and found happiness together.

The dream ended with Benjamin embracing a radiant Mia, resplendent in a luxurious wedding gown, her face aglow with joy.

When I awoke, darkness had fallen. My pillow was soaked with tears, and I was too sad to breathe barely.

But soon, my thoughts were interrupted by a clear female voice.

"Hey! Eleanor Turner, why are you crying?"

"You look awful."

Standing before me was a young girl, her face full of curiosity. She tilted her head as she gazed at me, her eyes sparkling with childlike brightness. "Eleanor, why are you crying?"

She had my face, but younger, more innocenta version of me from twenty years ago.

"What are you doing here in the hospital? Where is Benjamin? Where did he go?" She looked around eagerly, searching for someone.

"Did you two end up together? Are you happy?"

Confronted by her eager, hopeful eyes, my smile faltered.

I was still immersed in the scene in the dream. Being silent for a while, I replied, "We've got married... for ten years now."

Young Eleanor stepped closer, her eyes catching the glint of the sizable ring on my finger. "Wow! Is this the engagement ring Benjamin gaving you?"

I followed her gaze, and after a moment, nodded slowly.

I said, "Yes, it is. He said it's one of a kind, and on the day he proposed, he found his true love."

Her cheeks flushed with excitement. "When did Benjamin become so romantic? He used to be a blockhead!"

Young Eleanor's was alighted with a rosy glow, her eyes sparkling with shyness. She quickly continued, "He must still love you very much, right?

"After all, it took him so long to win you over."

Proudly, she puffed out her chest. "He must cherish you greatly, considering how hard he worked to win your heart."

Indeed, from his confession to his proposal, Benjamin had been exceptionally earnest.

Reflecting now, I could only faintly recall his tender and loving eyes, once brimming with joy and excitement.

He had looked at me as if he’d been struck by a delightful surprise, stealing cautious glances as though he couldn’t quite believe it.

"You... you've already agreed.

"There is no way to regret it," he said.

With my head held high and a teasing grin, I’d challenged. "What if I insist on changing my mind?"

"Then I’ll just have to try harder to make Mrs. Davis happy," he replied with a smile that reached his eyes.

At that moment, our eyes met, and I found myself lost in his gaze.

Ten years had passed, and I was simply Mrs. Davis.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the young Eleanor’s frustrated murmurs. "Why are you in the hospital? And where is Benjamin? Why isn’t he here yet?"

Just as her words faded, the door to my hospital room swung open. There he was, Benjamin, arriving late as usual.

But he walked right past young Eleanor as if she weren’t thereas if only I could see her.

Benjamin burst into the room, his hair disheveled and breath coming in short gasps, clearly having rushed over. "Are you alright? What did the doctor say?"

He hurriedly scanned me with a look of concern, his furrowed brow relaxing only when he saw that I was okay.

As he leaned in to embrace me, I caught a sickly sweet fragrancenot ours.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a misaligned button and a faint red stain peeking from under his shirt.

Benjamin was always meticulous, never making such careless mistakes.

I just felt my stomach churning and I felt nauseous.

I couldn't help but vomit.

“Doctor, doctor!”

Benjamin cried out in alarm as I vomited, his voice panicked.

After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed that there was no serious issue with my health.

In fact, there was unexpected good news that I was pregnantthree months along.

Given my frail health from childhood, the doctor advised careful nurturing to ensure a safe pregnancy.

Benjamin was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure. He extinguished his cigarette, his voice rough as he spoke.

"I'll arrange for someone to take care of you. Call me if you need anything."

I remained silent, just watching himthis familiar yet strange man before me.

If it were the old Benjamin, he would definitely stand there, dumbstruck, looking at me in disbelief, and muttered, "Eleanor, I... I’m going to be a father?"

"I’ll be even better to you than before, Eleanor!

I love you so much."

But now, I saw his eyes frequently darting towards the door, betraying his distraction.

Moments earlier, I had noticed someone lingering outsidejust a sliver of a white dress, enough to divert all his attention.

It was none other than Mia.

When the last glimpse of white vanished, so did Benjamin's presence of mind.

I didn't say anything, and Benjamin just sat there quietly with me. Finally, he lost his patience, picked up his coat, and explained, "Work’s been crazy lately, you know...

"I should go."

Click

The door closed behind him.

Benjamin walked in a hurry, without even waiting for my consent, eager to chase after the one outside.

He was just like when he was eighteen, always following me closely, unwilling to lag even a step behind.

Beside me, young Eleanor stood fuming.

"How could he just leave? Is work more important than you?

"He wasn't like this before!"

Indeed, he wasn’t.

Once, when I was burning with a high fever of 102°F, he’d taken the earliest flight from another state just to be by my side, nursing me back to health with unwavering devotion.

Day after day, year after year.

Benjamin used to say, "Work is never more important than you, Eleanor. You’re the most precious thing in my life.

"I love you, Eleanor."

But now, those words feel like illusions, fading into nothingness.

When I returned to the villa, Mia stood in front of me with red eyes. She looked extremely guilty and uneasy. She seemed on the verge of speaking several times, only to swallow her words. She looked pitiful, as though I had wronged her.

From the stairs, Benjamin descended, his voice cold as he addressed her, "Mia, come here.

"Go clean the study. This is none of your business."

"Sir... I... I..." Mia shrank back in fear but finally gave in under Benjamin's piercing gaze.

Yet, as she turned, she shot me a glance full of silent accusation, as if to say, "I’m only doing this because I have no choice."

The study?

"Benjamin never allows anyone into his study. Why does this maid get to go in?" Young Eleanor fumed beside me, glaring at Mia’s retreating figure.

"She’s the other woman! She’s seducing him!

"But Benjamin won’t fall for it. She’s setting herself up for heartbreak."

Young Eleanor’s voice was full of confidence, dismissing Mia entirely.

After all, what did Mia have to attract him?

In terms of looks, she couldn’t hold a candle to me.

In terms of figure, she didn’t have my curves.

In terms of education, she was just a poor student from an ordinary university.

Yet, this plain and unremarkable Mia, who would blend into any crowd, had effortlessly stolen all of Benjamin's love and captured his complete attention.

"She's different."

Standing at the doorway with my suitcase in hand, I murmured softly, "She’s different."

My words were so faint, carried away by the breeze, leaving no trace.

Yet, in the vast silence of our villa, each syllable resonated clearly.

Young Eleanor, at the age of eighteen, had all of Benjamin’s love. Secure in being loved, she was confident that Benjamin would never love anyone else.

But at the age of thirtyeight, I was slowly being discarded by him, left with nothing, and eventually even committed to a mental institution.

The intense love we once shared had faded over the past decade, becoming as fragile as thin paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

Once, Benjamin couldn’t bear to let me carry anything heavy. Now, I could lug my suitcase with both hands.

"I believe Benjamin won't change.

"He won't."

The eighteenyearold Eleanor’s face was set with determination, her voice brimming with unwavering trust in Benjamin.

I glanced at her youthful, innocent face beside me, suppressing the bitterness rising in my chest. I didn’t want to shatter her beautiful illusions. But the harshness of reality wouldn’t change. It would continue to cut into us like a knife, leaving deep, painful wounds.

It hurt a lot.

Eighteenyearold Eleanor was full of vitality. Her eyes were full of love and trust, as well as expectation and longing for the future.

But now, those memories were like stinging slaps, leaving me humiliated and unable to lift my head.

I had turned her future into a mess.

I ruined her expectations.

Realizing this, it felt like a massive weight pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My body trembled, trying to endure the searing pain that pierced my heart.

Choking back tears, I forced a smile, my voice hoarse and laden with guilt. "He... doesn’t love me anymore.

"I’m sorry... I’ve let you down."

After that, young Eleanor didn't show up for a long time, and I focused on my pregnancy in the villa.

My health had always been fragile, plagued with illnesses since childhood. Finally conceiving a child made me exceptionally cautious.

Every day, Mia, who cleaned our house, would look at me with reddened eyes, full of guilt and hesitation.

I simply ignored her and focused on my own thing.

Mia seemed eager to make amends, bringing me pastries and cakes, which I consistently refused, and Benjamin saw it all.

Benjamin noticed my repeated rejections and frowned, instructing her, "Eleanor doesn’t like these. Don’t prepare them anymore."

Mia’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Benjamin, stubbornly tilting her head to keep them from falling. A hint of desire flickered in his eyes as he smirked and said in a low voice, "Make them for me tonight."

Clink

The sound of a fork hitting a porcelain plate echoed in the room.

Both of them were startled by my actions. Benjamin asked me, "What's wrong?"

I said calmly, "It's a bit disgusting."

Benjamin's expression changed. "Would you like to try something sour?"

I shook my head. "It's disgusting to see her. Let’s dismiss her."

I wanted to dismiss Mia, hoping to start over for the sake of our child.

Young Eleanor’s words shad left me dazed. I couldn’t believe Benjamin had changed.

The man who loved me so deeplyhow could he just change like that?

I didn’t understand my own feelings.

Was it resentment?

Or was it that I didn’t want to disappoint the girl I used to be?

After much thought, I decided to give Benjamin a chance.

Dismissing Mia could be our fresh start.

What if everything in my dream was false?

What if Benjamin still loved me?

"No way!

"I won’t agree to that!

"Mia is just young and she didn't do anything wrong. Why should we dismiss her?"

Benjamin’s voice was cold, his expression grim, though he softened it to defend Mia. "Eleanor, are you feeling unwell? Is that why you’re talking nonsense? I know Mia is young and a bit clumsy, but she’ll improve."

"... Fine."

I relented, feeling as though a knife had plunged into my heart.

I had envisioned this scene, yet I refused to believe it.

I didn’t want to accept that ten years of our life together could be undone by three months with someone else.

But I had lost, utterly and completely

There was no room for "what ifs."

At that moment of realization, there was no turning back.

I smiled bitterly.

Benjamin seemed pleased with my compliance. As he sighed in relief, I looked up and met his unfamiliar gaze, a tremor running through me. I kept my smile steady as I spoke softly, "Let’s divorce.

"Benjamin, let's get a divorce."