Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

My hands were shaking.

I didn't even notice at first. My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white, nails digging into my palms hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the words Mia had just spoken.

"He says it's because of that stupid game you play."

'Evan. That bastard.'

I forced myself to take a breath, but it didn't help. My mind raced, replaying every interaction I'd ever had with him. His fake smiles. His perfect, polished demeanor. The way he always seemed too good to be true. And now, I knew why.

I had always thought something was off about him.

I just never imagined he'd do something like this.

Mia let out another bitter laugh from behind the closed door. "He says I should 'just accept it.' That it's 'natural.' Can you believe that?"

No. No, I couldn't.

But at the same time, I could.

Because that's exactly what the game taught.