Chapter 3Ten Days To Die And Leave My Cheating Husband

“Host, I did warn you that the events following the completion of your mission were unpredictable… including Owen’s change of heart.”

“However, due to your past exceptional performance, I can grant you a special privilege and reopen the channel home.

But you have only ten days remaining.”

Tears streamed down my face. I nodded.

“Understood. You have a final ten days left in this world. The departure countdown officially begins.”

The System disappeared again.

The house sank back into a deathly silence.

I dried my eyes and began to pack. No, not pack. I needed to erase every trace of myself from this world.

I gathered all my clothes and dropped the bags into the garbage chute.

I took down the wedding photos from the wall, one by one, and pulled out the wedding ring he had given me.

On our wedding day, Owen held that three-quarter carat cluster setting—a ring that cost him everything he had back then—and knelt, his voice thick with tears.

“Sierra, you are the only light in my dark life.

I will be faithful to no one but you, ever.”

That small, sentimental diamond was the vessel of our most intense love, and I wore it for years. Until the day I saw Blakely on his arm, flashing a five-carat fancy pink diamond that glittered blindingly.

After that, my ring stayed in the drawer.

I used the diamond to violently smash the glass on our largest wedding portrait. It shattered instantly.

Finally, I looked at the home, once saturated with eight years of our shared life, and felt a strange relief. I had been stuck in this sick, resentful marriage for five years.

Now, finally leaving felt like the truest form of freedom.