Chapter 2

I dug a spoonful of cream cake into my mouth, a bitter taste dissolving on my tongue.

It was ironic. He remembered bathing Scarlett Reid's dog but forgot it was my birthday.

Perhaps his heart wasn't in it anymore, and neither was his memory of me.

"System, do you sing birthday songs?"

"No, I only sing funeral dirges."

I chuckled, "Then no need for now. Save it for when I die."

"Help me leave this world."

If I left this world, I could return to my original one.

In my original world, though I didn't have a healthy body.

I had loving family and friends.

I missed the classic diner breakfast downstairs, and the hearty chicken noodle soup from the old market.

And of course, my mom's warm, comforting homemade stew.

Here, I only ever cooked for Julian.

Because he was a doctor.

His hands were vital for his patients, and for him.

But when I saw Scarlett Reid's Ins post, I instantly broke down.

His perfectly sculpted hands, the ones I'd always protected, were patiently peeling shrimp for her.

The caption read, "My magic hands only peel shrimp for me."

It made all my past efforts feel like a cruel joke.

"Host, won't you try a little harder?"

"No." My heart was dead.

The moment he decided to divorce, my mission was doomed to fail.

It was just a matter of when I'd die. Why not end it sooner?

The System sighed softly, "Self-initiated departure will be a bit painful."

"Good news is, you can choose how you die."

I thought about it seriously.

And let out a faint laugh.

"Julian never believed I'd disappear."

"So, I'll die by his 'magic hands' then."

I guessed his expression would be priceless.