A random transmigrator, Rosanna Lacewin, finally gets fed up after living as me, Roxanne Lovelace, for five years.

She then ups and leaves this world with her system, leaving behind my extremely spoiled son, Theo Sterling, and my unusually cold husband, Austin Sterling.

Before I can even process my thoughts, I suddenly see a barrage of comments flashing before my eyes.

"What kind of a disastrous start to a story is this? This is the first time I've ever seen such a stupid transmigrator! She arrived five years earlier, made a huge mess, and now, the original owner has to clean up the mess she left behind!"

"That's right. All she had to do was just correct Theo's ways, warm up to Austin, and stop her family from bothering the actual main characters of the story. But she did none of that and only spent all her time enjoying herself and avoiding death!"

"Theo's all spoiled now, and Austin is very distant from her. I'm feeling so annoyed just by looking at this family. I wish they'd just die."

So, as it turns out, I'm just the cannon fodder in this story plot who dies young, and both my husband and my son will be the main antagonists later on.

The scrolling comments in front of me were still recounting all of the bad things that my son, Theo Sterling, had done in the past. They said that he was rude, had a bad temper, selfish, and often bullied the other kids at preschool.

Before I could process my thoughts again, I heard some noise coming from next to me, and I quickly saw a chubby little boy thundering down the stairs. It might be some sort of intuition on my part, but I could tell at once that this little boy was my son, Theo.

I was sitting in the living room, but Theo didn't seem like he'd noticed me at all and ran straight for the fridge. The nanny, Fanny Smith, was chasing after him.

"Ah, Mr. Sterling Junior, you've already had three ice creams today! If you get another upset tummy because of another one, Mr. Sterling is going to get angry with me again!"

Theo pretended not to have heard her at all. So, Fanny just turned to me and gave me a pleading look.

"What's the point of the nanny looking at Ms. Fodder? She's the kid's biological mom, and she was absent for the last five years of his life. She's only going to side with him even more out of guilt."

"Honestly speaking, doesn't anyone think that the previous transmigrator was a fake? She was supposed to shower the kid with motherly love, but she only continued spoiling him rotten. And look what happened now?

"The kid's even more spoiled and terrible than before. He's so chubby that he doesn't even have the looks to redeem his character anymore!"

"You can really tell what a person is going to be like when they're older when you see them as a little child. I foresee the kid growing up to be a gambler, a playboy, and an abuser of his parents!"

"I'm not even going to feel sorry for the kid if he were to suffocate in his sleep."

At that, I finally couldn't hold it in anymore and said, "Theo Sterling, put that ice cream down."

I remember that this was the name my husband, Austin Sterling, had given him when I was eight months pregnant. We had thought that it was a cute yet proper name for our baby boy.

Theo just looked at me disdainfully and said, "You're so annoying! Mind your own business!"

Then, he shoved a huge bite of ice cream into his mouth defiantly. The ice cream smeared across half of his mouth, and his eyes that nearly disappeared under all the baby fat kept staring at me, narrowing slightly, like he was challenging me.

When he saw that I was still glaring at him, Theo then raised his hands and gave me two middle fingers. At once, I felt the anger well up inside me. Was I going to side with him and spoil him? Not a chance!

I grabbed hold of him and said, "Who taught you to do this? Where did you learn this from?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" Theo shouted. "If you don't let go of me, Daddy's going to smack you when he comes back!"

I scoffed. On the contrary, I felt like smacking Austin when he came back instead, for raising Theo into a child who behaved like this.

I told the dumbfounded Fanny to get me some tape from the study. Then, I grabbed hold of Theo's middle fingers and wrapped the rest of his fingers together in a fist.

He liked raising his middle fingers at other people, didn't he? Well then, he could keep them raised for the rest of the time.

Theo didn't cry or make a fuss. He just held his fists up and glared angrily at me.

"When Daddy comes back, I'm going to tell Daddy that you bullied me! You're never getting this month's allowance from him! You'll also never be able to buy any fancy jewelry anymore!" he yelled.

"When is your father coming back?" I asked.

Theo drew his lips in a line and refused to speak. I glanced at Fanny instead.

She replied, "Mr. Sterling is in Brookbay for a business trip, Mrs. Sterling. He should be coming back in a week."

"Is he always like this?" I asked Fanny, pointing at Theo.

Fanny hesitated for a bit. Then, she whispered and said, "He behaves himself a little more when Mr. Sterling is around."

I nodded and told Fanny not to untie Theo's fists. Then, I turned and went upstairs.

I was surprised to learn that nothing in the mansion seemed to have changed, even though so many years had already passed. Even the little pony figurine that had its ears broken off, because I'd dropped it, was still on the ground.

…

Five years ago, I had suddenly lost all consciousness after giving birth. Then, I suddenly felt as though I was trapped in a dream that I couldn't wake up from.

I could feel that my body was moving around and talking to people, but everything was very blurry to me, and it felt more like I was watching everything unfold from a third-person perspective.

I thought that I had only just taken a nap after that. But after seeing the comments on the screen, I finally realized that five years had passed since then.

I walked toward the master bedroom based on my memory, and a new passcode-activated lock I had never seen before had been installed there, locking me out of the room.

"Ah, Ms. Fodder probably doesn't know that Austin installed the lock there to keep her out."

"By the way, has anyone ever managed to guess the passcode to the door? The transmigrator thought of sneaking into the bedroom the last time, but she never managed to break the code and go in."

"I don't know. She's already tried using Theo's birthday, Ms. Fodder's birthday, and even Austin's birthday, but none of them worked. She even triggered the alarm system in the mansion because she keyed in the wrong passcode too many times. She was so flustered then, and I nearly died laughing."

"It's not just the transmigrator who hasn't gone in—even we haven't seen Austin's bedroom before!"

When I read the comments, I cocked an eyebrow and keyed in a string of numbers that I had already memorized by heart. I ignored the comments that all exclaimed in shock and tried the door. It opened, and I went in.

The master bedroom layout was still exactly the same as it was before. Even the color of the sheets was exactly the same as when I went to the hospital to give birth five years ago.

The only difference was that there were several notebook diaries on the bedside table, and they were all locked. It seemed that Austin had gotten into a habit of locking up everything important to him over the past few years.

I picked up one of the diaries and looked at it. Some of the pages in the diary looked like they had been soaked because they were quite horribly wrinkled.

The comments on the screen were all eagerly waiting for me to unlock the diaries so that they could take a peek at Austin's secrets. I ignored them all and put the diary back exactly where I'd found it.

Around dinnertime, Fanny was just about to start making dinner according to Theo's orders when I stopped her.

"Don't bother with that. He needs to start losing weight from today onward," I said.

I then glanced at Theo, whose fists were still wrapped up in tape, and said, "He will have an egg, lettuce, and tomato sandwich for dinner today."

Theo was indignant. He yelled, "Why? Just because I gave you two middle fingers? Are you going to abuse me and starve me to death now?"

I shook my head and locked eyes with him sternly.

"See? You also know that showing others the middle finger is a bad thing to do, especially since I am your mother. However, you never apologized to me.

"Also, I'm not making you go on a diet because I'm punishing you. I'm just doing this for the sake of your own health."

Theo pouted hard and didn't retort. Instead, he just mumbled, "You aren't…"

He spoke too softly toward the end of the sentence, and I couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Still, I figured that it wasn't something nice.

During dinner, Theo gestured for me to remove the tape around his hands.

"Are you still going to show your middle finger to other people anymore?" I asked.

Theo didn't look at me. He just pouted and said, "I won't." After a slight hesitation, he then added, "I'm sorry."

The comments started up again.

"Honestly speaking? Ms. Fodder sure knows how to discipline her brat of a kid."

"I nearly died laughing from watching them. If Theo doesn't apologize to her, I bet his fingers would be completely numb soon."

"Keep it up! I'm so entertained by this."

"No, but isn't Ms. Fodder going to think about the consequences? This isn't the same as five years ago anymore. The transmigrator had already worn out all of Austin's feelings for her.

"I bet Austin is going to fly into a rage when he finds out later! I'm really going to hate that woman if things turn out badly for Ms. Fodder later on!"

Was Austin really going to fly into a rage with me? I was actually kind of looking forward to it.