The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce

Georgia Harrington gasped for air, her fingers clawing into the black silk sheets as a flood of foreign memories slammed into her skull. She had transmigrated. She was no longer in the real world, but trapped inside a trashy billionaire novel she had read before falling asleep. To make matters worse, she had become the billionaire's disposable contract wife, a tragic cannon fodder with the exact same name as her.

In the original plot, her husband Garrett Delacruz shared absolutely no affection with her. Later on, Garrett would fall madly in love with Danica, Georgia's recently found adopted sister. Danica appeared gentle and understanding on the surface, but in reality, she constantly sowed discord between Georgia and Garrett. Unable to endure her husband's coldness and the green tea sister's provocations, the original Georgia fought back, only to be framed by Danica for attempted murder. In a fit of rage for his true love, Garrett kicked Georgia out of the house, leaving her to die in severe depression.

Georgia squeezed her eyes shut, despair washing over her. When she read the book, she deeply sympathized with the original wife, but she never expected to become this poor soul. She knew she was no match for Garrett and Danica. As an ordinary office worker, she had zero interest in getting tangled up in their toxic love triangle. Since Garrett had no feelings for the original Georgia anyway, she decided to grab a massive fortune in alimony as compensation for the years of emotional neglect. Once Danica appeared, she would just take the money, leave quietly, and let the two of them be together. Now, her only goal was to grab a fortune in alimony and run far away from this toxic couple.

The heavy oak door swung open without a knock, banging against the stopper. Martha, the head housekeeper placed here by Georgia's mother-in-law Ivy to spy on her, stood in the doorway. Ivy despised Georgia's ordinary background and constantly pushed Garrett to divorce her and marry someone of equal status. Relying on Ivy's backing, Martha raised her chin, her eyes full of open contempt.

"Madam, Mr. Delacruz is waiting downstairs. Stop dragging your feet."

Georgia bit back the curse rising on her tongue, dropped her shoulders, and smoothed her face into a meek, submissive mask.

"I will be right down, Martha."

Martha let out a sharp snort and spun on her heel, her heels clicking loudly against the marble hallway floor.

Once alone, Georgia walked into the massive walk-in closet. Row after row of high-necked, shapeless dark suits hung on the racks. Georgia wrinkled her nose in disgust. To survive until the divorce payout, she had to play the part. Gritting her teeth, she yanked a baggy gray wool dress from the corner and pulled it over her head.

Stepping out into the second-floor hallway, she took a deep breath and clasped her hands neatly over her stomach. She walked down the spiral staircase at a measured pace, her gaze landing on the tall figure standing in the center of the living room.

Garrett Delacruz, the sole heir to the Delacruz investment empire and her husband of three years, stood with his back to her. His attitude toward her had always been icy and dismissive, treating her like an invisible ghost in his grand penthouse.

Georgia stopped three paces behind him, holding her breath so she would not make a sound.

"You are late," Garrett said without turning around, his long fingers swiping across the glass screen of his tablet.

Georgia dropped her chin to her chest, forcing a tremor into her voice. "I am sorry, Garrett. I did not sleep well last night."

He turned around slowly. His ice-blue eyes swept over her drab gray dress, a flash of irritation tightening his jaw. He stepped forward, his tall frame towering over her. Without warning, he reached out, his long, cold fingers gripping her chin to force her to look up at him.

"Do not try any new tricks to get my attention, Georgia," Garrett warned, his voice dripping with absolute indifference. "Our three-year contract is almost up. Keep your head down and sign the papers quietly when the time comes."

The exact second his skin touched hers, a loud, snappy female voice exploded inside Garrett's head.

("Who wants your attention, you narcissistic iceberg? I cannot wait to grab my alimony and run far away from you and my soon-to-be-found green-tea sister Danica! Just give me the money and I will disappear!")

Garrett froze, his spine locking up as his eyes darted around the room. He looked down at the meek woman in front of him. Her lips were tightly sealed, but the voice was crystal clear.

("Why is he staring at me like he has seen a ghost? Did he forget to take his meds? Hurry up and let go, my skin is crawling!")

A wave of sheer shock crashed through Garrett's mind. The submissive, boring wife who always agreed with him was actually cursing him out? He stared intensely at her tightly sealed lips. She was not moving her mouth at all. It could not possibly be that he was reading her mind, could it?

Had she secretly learned ventriloquism just to get his attention? He narrowed his eyes, a strange thought forming in his head. She must be playing hard to get. Knowing the contract was ending, she was using this bizarre trick to catch his interest.

Before he could speak, his chief assistant, Gorge Oliver, walked briskly through the front foyer carrying a thick leather folder.

"Sir, the final merger agreements are ready for your signature."

Garrett released Georgia's chin abruptly, his mind still reeling from the impossible voices. He took the fountain pen from Gorge and signed his name, treating Georgia like part of the furniture. Georgia stared at his Platinum Patek Philippe watch, her mind racing through numbers, calculating how many millions she could squeeze out of him in alimony.

"Tell Legal we are meeting at three," Garrett said, handing the folder back. "And have them draft a supplemental clause to my prenuptial agreement."

At the word prenuptial, Georgia's heart skipped a beat. She forced watery panic into her eyes and grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him pleadingly.

"You are changing the agreement? Did I do something wrong? Please, Garrett, do not do this."

Garrett looked down at her, his lip curling into a cold sneer.

"Drop the act, Georgia."

Georgia shrank back, letting her shoulders tremble. Inside, she was biting her cheek so hard it hurt, desperate to stop herself from grinning. ("Yes! Change it to give me more cash, you rich fool! I am so ready to sign!")

Martha walked over carrying a silver tray and slammed a cup of black coffee onto the glass table. Garrett picked up the cup and took a sip, his brows pulling together at the lukewarm temperature.

Georgia stepped forward immediately, reaching out for the porcelain cup.

"I will have the kitchen brew a fresh pot."

Garrett jerked his shoulder back, dodging her fingertips.

"Do not touch me."

Georgia's hand froze mid-air. Garrett set the cup down, adjusted his diamond cufflinks, and strode out the front door without looking back.

Watching the heavy doors close behind him, Georgia let the hurt expression drop from her face. Outside, in the backseat of his idling car, Garrett rubbed his throbbing temples. He was certain he had heard her thoughts, and he was determined to uncover exactly what kind of game his scheming wife was playing.