Chapter 1The Third Strike of Divorce

My husband couldn't forget his first love.

He spilled his true feelings in a private VIP room at a club, drunk out of his mind. "I've loved her for years. I was too late to confess before, and she got married. Now she's divorced, but I'm the one who's married."

I didn't get angry. I just stayed by his side.

My husband despised me. He thought I was a pathetic, clingy woman with no sense of self, an obstacle standing between him and his first love. He was desperate to divorce me.

Every time he brought it up, I refused.

What he didn't know was that he was just a target for my mission.

I only needed to refuse his request for a divorce three times, and the system would force the mission to end.

...

When I rushed to the club through the pouring rain, I arrived just in time to hear Arthur say, "I've loved her for years. But before I could confess, she got married."

"Now she's divorced, but I'm married."

One of his friends teased him, "Well, you could always get a divorce too."

Arthur's drunken voice dripped with contempt and disgust. "That woman is obsessed with me. There's no way she'd agree to a divorce."

"You guys have no idea. Every time I see her buzzing around me, it just annoys the hell out of me. She has absolutely zero personality or sense of self."

"She can't even compare to a single finger on Chloe's hand."

I froze outside the door of the VIP room. Behind me, the sharp click of high heels echoed down the hallway. It was Arthur's beloved first love, Chloe.

"Evelyn, you're here. Why aren't you going in?" She spoke up proactively, flashing me a brilliant, arrogant smile. Malice hid in her beautiful eyes. "What are you eavesdropping on out here?"

The people inside finally noticed me. Their faces instantly changed, shooting guilty looks toward Arthur.

For a split second, Arthur looked sober and panicked, but his expression quickly hardened into something cold. "You heard that?"

The room was packed. To save Arthur's ego, I played dumb. "What? I just got here."

Arthur let out a disgusted, cold laugh and turned his head away, refusing to look at me.

I walked into the room to help him up. "It's late. Let's go home."

Arthur ruthlessly shoved me away, his impatience boiling over. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight? Why the hell did you come looking for me? Do you know how annoying you are?"

He was drunk, and he didn't bother reining in his temper. His expression was colder and more hostile than I had ever seen it. It made him look like a stranger.

No, not entirely a stranger. He had been treating me like this for quite some time now.

Ever since his first love announced her divorce.

"Arthur, don't talk to Evelyn like that. She only came to pick you up because she cares about you," Chloe chimed in with fake sweetness. "How about this? Evelyn and I will take you home together. Is that okay?"

Looking at Chloe's face, Arthur's expression slowly softened. "Okay."

So, I ended up driving while Arthur and Chloe squeezed together in the backseat.

I don't know if Arthur was actually blackout drunk or just doing it on purpose, but he laid his head directly on Chloe's lap, acting as intimate as a couple deep in the honeymoon phase.

The sight made my eyes burn.

Chloe offered me a fake apology. "Evelyn, please don't misunderstand. Arthur is just drunk. Please don't fight with him over me."

I didn't say a word. I had absolutely zero desire to waste my energy dealing with a manipulative "pick-me" girl.

But Chloe wouldn't stop. "You really are a boring person. No wonder you and Arthur have been married for five years and still haven't developed any real feelings for each other."