Chapter 1

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.

Leaving her with eternal guilt.

Seraphina was a surgeon, the hospital's renowned "golden hand." She was incredibly busy.

So busy that she only notified me of our divorce via SnapChat.

"Find some time to finalize the divorce."

"Julian’s emotions are unstable; he can't wait."

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

Just like our relationship – ten years, from our school days to wedding vows, all crumbling in an instant.

I called her several times; she finally picked up on the fourth ring.

Her voice was distant. "Something wrong? I was busy."

I instinctively wanted to apologize, thinking she was in surgery.

Doctors, after all, always have to be responsible for their patients.

But then, I heard a man's soft chuckle in the background. "Clothes are off, come quickly."

Blood rushed to my head. "Seraphina, we're still married, aren't we?"

She explained, her tone cool and collected.

"You misunderstood. I was bathing Julian's dog."

I closed my eyes, my nails digging into my palms.

"Seraphina, if we divorce, I will disappear."

This was the System's original setting; no one could change it.

She didn't reply. I heard movement on her end.

She must have moved to a different spot to talk.

She lowered her voice.

"Liam, I've explained it many times. It's just a ceremony."

"After I fulfill his wish, we'll get back together."

"Why do you always use 'disappearing' to pressure me?"

When she used my full name, it usually meant she was angry.

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

Because she’d once said she hated it when I was silent and unresponsive.

"Liam, be rational."

I scoffed. "You're at Julian's place late at night, telling me to be rational? Don't you think that's funny?"

Legally, she was still my wife, after all.

There was a long sigh on the other end.

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

"Liam, Friday morning. Let's get the divorce done."