My wife's junior brother is dying. After urging me to divorce, she regrets going crazy.

Her Wedding Day, My Last Breath

I heard my wife's junior colleague was dying.

His one and only wish was to have a wedding ceremony with my wife, Seraphina.

The moment she agreed, I told the System, "Help me leave this world."

Seraphina asked me for a divorce twice.

Both times, I couldn't make it to the courthouse as planned.

Not until I was lying on the operating table, a terminally ill patient.

She, the lead surgeon, looked at me, horrified and desperate, "How can it be you?"

What shattered her even more was this:

I would, as per the System's design, die by her hands.