The day I gave up on the strategy mission, I awakened the ability to read minds.
He stood there, his expression cold, tossing the divorce papers carelessly onto the floor.
In reality, his thoughts betrayed him. "Oh no, my sweet wife wants a divorce. What do I do? I want to kneel and beg for forgiveness! But if I'm not aloof, she definitely won't like me!"
I stared at the man before me, outwardly stern and unyielding, but inwardly a talkative, goofy mess. I sank into deep thought.
Marrying Jeremy Harrison was my idea. I believed I could spend a lifetime melting his heart.
But in the third year of our marriage, the system spoke with a heavy tone. "Give up. After the divorce, I'll send you to a peaceful, stable place to live as compensation."
Yes.
From the day we married, I was bound to a strategy system.
I followed its tasks, preparing heartfelt lunches for Jeremy, planning birthday surprises, wearing short skirts and parading in front of him. I tried everything to make him notice me, even just a glance.
But three years passed, and he remained polite, distant, unmoved.
When I asked the system about the next task, it sighed helplessly. A divorce agreement appeared before me. "You should have given it to him long ago!"
Yes, I should have.
Especially when I turned and saw him bring Rosalyn Adams into our home.
Rosalyn wore a shimmering silver gown that day, her bright eyes meeting mine without a hint of embarrassment. Instead, they gleamed with provocation as she sat confidently on the couch.
To her, I was never a threat.
After all, Rosalyn Adams was Jeremy's true love, his heart's desire.
I gave a bitter, self-mocking smile, then slowly handed the divorce papers to Jeremy.
His gaze lingered on the document for three seconds. I watched him closely, hoping for even a flicker of reluctance.
There was none.
His deep eyes carried their usual indifference. He took the papers and tossed them to the ground without care.
Even proposing divorce couldn't stir a ripple in his heart.
Pain gripped my chest, as if my heart were being ripped out. My whitening fingertips clutched the hem of my dress, desperate to hide any weakness in front of them.
I lowered my eyes to mask my emotions. Then, a man's whining voice echoed in my ears. "Oh no, my sweet wife wants a divorce. What do I do? I want to kneel and beg for forgiveness! But if I'm not aloof, she definitely won't like me!"
Startled, I lifted my head, searching for the source of the voice.
My gaze settled on Jeremy, lounging with his legs crossed.
Clad in a black suit, he exuded an unapproachable chill. Beside him, Rosalyn clung to him, occasionally throwing smug glances my way.
Even now, I fantasized that Jeremy might ask me to stay. But it was just an auditory illusion.
My lowered eyes dimmed further.
"Jeremy, she finally wants to leave. Just sign it!" Seeing Jeremy's silence, Rosalyn grew impatient.
She picked up the divorce papers from the floor and handed them back to him.
Just when we thought he would sign, he tore the papers into pieces. With a flick of his hand, the fragments fluttered through the living room like snowflakes.
His face darkened as he spoke coldly. "This is it? You dare interrupt my time with Rosalyn for this? Get out!"
Tears streamed down my face. To hide my humiliation, I bolted out the door.
But then, that familiar whining voice rang in my mind again. "Oh no, I think I saw my wife cry! She ran out. I want to chase after her! Can't this annoying woman just leave? I want to be close to my wife!"
As I slammed the door, I glanced back at Jeremy. His face remained cold, nothing but indifference.
"Was it really just my imagination?" I silently asked the system, but the usually prompt system delayed for three seconds without answering.
Then, a harsh robotic noise blared in my mind. "Strategy system bug! Strategy system bug! Compensating host with mind-reading ability during maintenance!"
Mind-reading!
My heart skipped a beat from the shock.
So, the voice I heard was truly Jeremy's!
This system! What a perfect bug!