"Are you Kate, the one we married, or are you... a fake?" the man asked me again.

I looked at him coldly, neither confirming nor denying what he said.

"Are you going to answer me or not?" As he said those words, he stepped forward close to me and raised his hand. Alex immediately stood in front of me, and I flinched just before I got into my defensive stance, as I did yesterday.

What...

What the... heck?

Why am I flinching right now?

Am I possessed?

My gaze went colder as I looked at the man called Maxwell, ignoring Alex's angry shout.

My reaction to Maxwell raising his hand today is really getting out of hand.

Why am I flinching now when clearly, I could still counteract with his hand yesterday?

Is it because I can't clearly see the man's face? So, I...

"Maxwell, are you nuts?! I know you don't like her, but even if she is suffering right now in the head, would you still abuse her? Are you sick in the head?"

"I will not be sick in the head if the one saying that I am sick in the head is dead, right?" Maxwell answered calmly, with a ruthless gleam in his eyes, looking at Alex, who got angrier because of what he said.

"You motherfu---" Alex's angry roar was cut off as I crossed my arms, looking at Maxwell with cold eyes.

With a smile on my lips but none in my gaze, I said coldly, "You are right. I am Kate, but not the Kate whom you married. So, isn't the idea of getting a divorce clicking into your mind?" I proposed with a cold smile, not breaking eye contact with this ruthless man.

Maxwell squinted his eyes at me while Alex looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. It seemed that it was really unbelievable for them to hear me propose these things.

Maxwell raised his head slightly and smirked, "Are you really sure you would like to divorce us? You won't back out just by deciding that, right?" I closed my eyes, feeling slightly irritated. But I forced myself to calm down. Looking at Maxwell in the eyes, I nodded my head.

My eyes were slightly lowered, but I could still see the gazes of the two people present in the room. Tilting my head, I said, "Now that we are discussing divorce, why don't you all call my remaining husbands and talk to them if they are willing to divorce me."

Maxwell smirked, and his smirk turned into deep laughter after my words fell. Looking at my face for the last time, he turned his back but not before he could say the words that bombarded my hearing too much.

"They are more willing to divorce you, right here and right now."

What?

What did Maxwell mean by those words?

Is the character of this 'Kate' that I currently possess right now truly wicked to have some handsome men hate her too much?

I sighed.

It's making my head ache even if I don't plan on getting a headache after all of this.

I just wanted to sleep right now—wait! Is it Monday? If it is Monday, then I am doomed as the president of the school!

If I am absent without any notice, even if I am the president of the school, I still would not escape the punishment that is befitting for me, especially if I don't have a good reason to be excused!

And since it's my first time being absent in school, it will certainly cause a stir among the students, and I will be deemed unfit to be the president of the school!

Okay, okay...

Calm down first, calm down.

I don't want to let Alex, who is in front of me, get a hold of any worries on my face, so calm down.

As I calmly got my phone out of my pajama's pocket, I opened it and looked at the lock screen, knowing that it was Saturday. I completely let go of my heart as I calmed down.

"I don't know the number of my other husbands, so call them instead, Alex," I said, finally standing up as I got outside of my room, still wearing pajamas.

As I went towards the sofa, I slightly squinted my eyes when I saw Damien in a wheelchair also heading towards the sofa, maybe Maxwell already informed him about what I am about to do.

I wanted to just go towards the sofa but still, I stopped as I nodded my head towards Damien first as a sign of politeness, which will not happen for a long time anymore since I know that after the divorce, we will not cross paths ever again.

I sighed as Damien returned my greeting by gently smiling.

Walking towards the sofa, I sat down and crossed my legs and arms, waiting for all the husbands to arrive while Maxwell and Damien are seated in front of me since Alex is still at my room, making a call.

As I tap my arm lightly multiple times, I looked away from the gentle gaze that Damien was shooting towards me.

I gulped down, feeling a little bit thirsty.

This disabled man is really dangerous! Coupled with the fact that his face and figure were up to my taste, my urge to like this man was not hindered just because this man is disabled!

I better be careful or I will find myself in someone's claws.

Even if it seemed I will still be the one getting a hold of the relationship. Since I won't ever allow anyone to under me.

Lowering my eyes, I tap my arms quietly and never meet any gazes anymore from anyone as I quietly waited for the other four husbands of mine to arrive.

As the door of my apartment creaked open, I caught my breath at the sight of one of my husbands probably?

His tailored charcoal suit clung to his muscular frame, emphasizing the power he exuded effortlessly. The golden glint of his watch matched the warmth in his hazel eyes. His dark hair, slightly tousled, hinted at the countless battles he fought in the boardroom, each strand a testament to his unwavering determination.

It is not a wonder for me that this husband of mine is a CEO.

"..."

I'm getting the feeling that all of my husbands are big shots.

Well... Let's just wait and see if all of my husbands are really big shots, let's just put this guy on the list of one of my big shot husbands along with these three that I already met and interacted (except for Maxwell, whom I only politely exchanged greetings with sometimes, of course).

The man that entered my apartment met my eyes, and oh, how cold that gaze was on meeting mine before the man approached the three guys sitting in front of me and got himself seated.

My sofa is very wide so a total of seven or eight people can occupy it.

The man, after being seated, stared right into my eyes coldly once again, of course, which I responded by also coldly looking at him in the eyes, which seemed to somewhat surprise the man.

I furrowed my brows, is it really that surprising for someone to return back what was given to them?

My attention was drawn by the loud footsteps outside, so I looked away from the man's eye contact.

A moment later, the door swung open again, revealing a serious

-looking guy wearing a lab coat that doctors certainly don't use, since the lab coat this man uses is unique and has designs on it.

This husband of mine that appeared next is no doubt a scientist.

"...." This 'Kate' really is very powerful to get ahold of a lot of big shots as her husband.

It is a pity that these husbands seemed to hate her guts so much (well, I can't say if it is the same as Damien or not).

As I quietly observed the first man that entered my apartment, I was attracted by the presence he brought.

His presence was commanding, not through physical stature but the air of intellectual prowess he carried. His disheveled hair and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose spoke volumes of the countless hours spent in the laboratory, unraveling the mysteries of the universe. The faint scent of chemicals clung to his crisp lab coat, a reminder of the passion that fueled his relentless pursuit of knowledge. As his gaze met mine, a hint of vulnerability softened his stoic expression, betraying his uproar of emotions beneath the surface.

What the heck?

What is that soft look? Am I imagining it?

Wanting to look more carefully into this second guy eyes that come in, this scientist guy's soft look turned stoic again, missing the chance to confirm whether he really looked at me with such soft looks.

I couldn't muddle my head any longer with the second guy to enter as I looked towards the door again, which a man once again entered.

Dressed in a laid-back yet effortlessly stylish ensemble, this light purple-haired guy oozed charisma. His disarming smile, framed by a neatly trimmed beard. His fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of his wavy, light purple hair as he scanned the room with a filmmaker's eye for detail.

Until he met with my eyes.

"..."

I'm..... I'm shookt.

Another big shot husband.

A big shot husband that is charming and has the same style as this blonde hair vigorous student who is a husband of mine.

He is, no doubt, a star.

Sigh.

This... this...

What kind of luck and bad luck was this?

Ah... I don't know what to say anymore knowing that all of 'Kate's' husbands are big shots.

As I waited for quite a while to calm myself down and think rationally, I counted the husbands in front of me whether they are all complete after they all seated in front of me and looked straight at me, with different kind of emotions I didn't want to dawdle any longer for what does it mean.

Tilting my head at last, confusion and doubts flashed in my eyes.

"Where is the last husband?"