Someone Else Became the Tragic Protagonist

The day Kris Flynn forced me to sign the divorce papers, a self-destruction system wired itself into my brain.

The system ordered, [Slap him hard. Then, tell him to get out.]

It startled me.

Kris was ruthless by nature. If I dared to get in the way of him getting back together with his first love, he would make my life a living hell.

Unfortunately, the system threatened me. [If you don’t start sabotaging your life this instant, you’ll die right now.]

Without any choice, I slapped him.

Fear overtook me as soon as I did it. I bolted straight out of the house.

Then, the system gave me a command to smash a police car by the roadside.

I was convinced the system was trying to get me killed.

However, after I shattered the police car’s side mirror, I realized something.

It was not my life that the system wanted me to ruin.

I stared at the police cruiser in front of me in terror.

“I’m not doing it! That’s a crime.”

The system in my head replied coldly, [If you don’t sabotage your life, you will die.]

I did not believe it at first.

Just half an hour ago, I suddenly heard the system’s voice in my head.

It told me I was the heroine of a tragic story.

After Kris’ first love, Ruby Dynevor, returned to the country, I would be abandoned and kicked out of the house.

What followed would be a series of cruel torments, emotional abuse, physical abuse, my blood being drawn, and my organs taken. In the end, I would be violated by a group of thugs and die a miserable death.

A shudder ran through me. Ruby had come back last month.

This past month, Kris had stopped coming home several nights a week.

His gaze would drift right through me. I found lipstick in his pocket that was not mine.

He would take calls in another room sometimes.

I knew it. Our marriage, which looked intact on the surface, had reached its end.

Today, Kris handed me a divorce agreement.

“Ruby hasn’t been willing to see me these past few days. She said I’m a married man and that she should keep her distance. You know how delicate her health is. What if something happens when she’s alone? Simone, just sign the agreement.”

I scanned the document. There was no mention of any settlement.

All my savings had been spent in the two years I had stayed by Kris’ side as he clawed his way back to success.

Over the past years, he had insisted that it would embarrass him if I worked a job. If I were thrown out like this, I would not even have enough to pay for my next meal.

I was going to talk things out with him, but the system compelled me to just slap him instead.

Everyone said that after clawing his way back from bankruptcy, Kris had become a ruthless force to be