Chapter 1

I heard Dr. Julian Hayes's junior was dying.

Her only wish was to have a wedding with him.

The moment he agreed.

I messaged the System, "Help me leave this world."

Julian had rushed me to get a divorce twice.

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

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

He, my lead surgeon, looked at me with horror and despair, "How can it be you?"

What shattered him even more was this:

According to the System's setup, I would die by his hand.

Leaving him consumed by eternal guilt.

Dr. Julian Hayes was a surgeon, the hospital's renowned "magic hands." He was incredibly busy.

So busy that he only notified me about the divorce on SnapChat.

"Find some time to finalize the divorce."

"Scarlett's emotions are unstable, she can't wait."

I stared at the table laden with cold food, the frosting on the cream cake melting at the edges.

It was like our relationship, a decade-long journey from high school sweethearts to husband and wife, crumbling in an instant.

I called him several times; he finally picked up on the fourth try.

His voice was flat, "Something wrong? I was busy."

My first instinct was to apologize, assuming he was in surgery.

Doctors, after all, are always responsible for their patients.

But then, a playful female voice chirped in the background, "Clothes are off, hurry up."

My blood ran cold. "Julian Hayes, we're still married, you know?"

He explained it away with an unsettling nonchalance.

"You misunderstood. I was giving Scarlett's dog a bath."

I closed my eyes, my fingernails digging tightly into my palms.

"Julian, if we divorce, I'll disappear."

That was the System's original setting. No one could change it.

He didn't reply. I heard movement on his end.

He probably moved to another spot to take the call.

He lowered his voice.

"Audrey Hayes, I've explained it countless times. It's just a ceremony."

"We'll remarry after I fulfill her wish."

"Why do you always use this 'disappearing' as leverage?"

Usually, when he called me by my full name, it meant he was angry.

Seeing I didn't answer, Julian's breathing grew heavy.

He had often said he hated it when I stayed silent and didn't respond.

"Audrey Hayes, be rational."

I scoffed, "You're at Scarlett Reid's house late at night, telling me to be rational? Don't you find that laughable?"

After all, legally, he was still my husband.

There was a long sigh from his end.

Then, his indifferent words, one by one, pierced my heart.

"Audrey Hayes, Friday morning, let's get the divorce done."