Chapter 1

After four years of marriage to Declan, he secretly bought a property. I thought it was a surprise for me.

So, without telling him, I started an online home renovation blog.

I offered free home makeover advice to my followers, hoping to apply my best skills to decorate our new home.

But today, I received a message from a follower.

The girl shyly mentioned that her fiancé had gifted her a house and she hoped I could help design it.

However, I noticed a photo of a couple on the bedside table.

The man in the photo was my husband.

He was holding his First Love, whom he hadn't seen in five years.

I suddenly felt exhausted. After more than two thousand days and nights, I still couldn't win Declan's heart.

So, I called upon the System hidden in my mind.

"Hello, Host. Please confirm if you wish to leave this world?"

When I received the Direct Message, I didn't break down or feel the pain I had anticipated. Instead, I was surprisingly calm.

I recalled Declan's recent strange behavior, realizing that the signs had always been there.

Four years ago, on Christmas, Genevieve's family suddenly emigrated, and we lost contact.

In a winter blizzard, I found Declan frozen stiff and brought him home to warm him up.

That night, I ended an eight-year-long infatuation and slept with him.

After marriage, Declan was the perfect husband. He meticulously planned surprises for our anniversaries, took me to important events, and even cooked for me when I mentioned wanting Braised Ribs, though he always ended up making Sweet and Sour Ribs, which made me laugh and cry.

Two months ago, he mentioned a challenging project at work and said he'd be working late often.

He started not coming home at night frequently.

Thinking back, Genevieve must have returned around that time.

That night, Declan got up in the middle of the night to get dressed, and in my sleepy state, I asked where he was going.

He replied, "Going to the airport to pick up a client."

I squinted at him and teased, "What kind of client is worth Mr. Declan dressing up for in the middle of the night?"

He stiffened slightly and gave me a perfunctory answer, then tucked me in, "It's cold, don't kick off the blanket, sleep well."

Declan, did you say that because you were worried I'd catch a cold, or because you didn't want me to delay your meeting with her?

Tears silently slid down my cheeks as the message in the chat box pierced my heart:

"Thank you for your hard work, because my fiancé is quite picky, he needs to decide on some details."

"He'll be here soon, so you don't have to wait too long."

The moment I saw this message, I snapped back to reality.

Declan was wearing a gray wool coat, his eyebrows furrowed like thick smoke, with a faint smile on his lips.

He was heading towards the door.

Was he going to see Genevieve?

I hurriedly called out, "Declan, it's so late, where are you going?"