After killing me, she turned white-haired overnight.

It was over. My wife, Nina, wanted a divorce. Her high school sweetheart, Logan, was dying of cancer, and his dying wish was to be her husband, just once. Nina, ever the bleeding heart, agreed without a second thought. As for me? My mission was a failure. The system that brought me to this world, tasked with marrying Nina, was going to erase me. But before I went, I had one last request: "Let me die by Nina's hand. I want her to regret me for the rest of her life."

And so I did. Nina, the brilliant surgeon, botched a routine appendectomy and killed me on her wedding day. The guilt drove her mad. She went completely gray overnight. Serves her right.

1.

Our seventh anniversary. Nina never came home. It took a dozen calls before she finally answered, her voice dripping with impatience. "If this isn't about the divorce, don't bother."

She'd been giving me the cold shoulder ever since Logan’s diagnosis.

"Nina, do you even remember what today is?" I asked, trying to ignore the ache in my chest.

Suddenly, a cheerful male voice drifted from the phone. "Nina, honey, come take a shower. I'm waiting for you in the bedroom."

My blood ran cold.

"Nina, you’re my wife," I choked out.

"Logan’s not feeling well. I’m just going to give him a massage," she said nonchalantly.

A massage. On our anniversary. While she was at another man’s house. Rage boiled inside me.

"We're not divorced yet! Don't you think this is a little inappropriate?"

"Then let's get divorced, already!" she snapped. "I've been asking you for weeks, but you keep dragging your feet. Besides, I told you, it's just temporary. Once Logan's… happy, we'll remarry."

A month ago, Logan had been diagnosed with liver cancer. That's when Nina first dropped the divorce bomb. I couldn’t believe my ears. How could she say something so insane? What did she think our marriage was, some kind of joke?

"If we divorce, I die," I stated flatly.

This only fueled her anger. "Oh, come on, not the death threats again! Just grow up. We’re going to the courthouse tomorrow. End of discussion." She hung up.

2.

Staring at the dead phone, my heart sank. She had no idea her casual request was a death sentence for me.

Seven years ago, I arrived in this world with the sole purpose of marrying Nina. I succeeded quickly and, in the process, fell in love. I begged the system to let me stay. It agreed, but with a catch: "If Nina ever leaves you, your mission fails. You’ll be terminated."

Back then, I was certain Nina would never leave me. Now, that day had come.

As the living room clock ticked past one a.m., the system’s voice echoed in my mind: Host, as long as you’re still married, there’s still a chance. Do you want to try one last time?

Its words brought back a flood of memories. Our broke-ass days after college. Nina’s unwavering optimism: “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll make it. We’ll build our own little world together.” Life was tough, but our love was real. How did things go so wrong?

I listened to the syste...