After My Death, My Wife Finally Regretted

We met at eighteen, married at twenty-two. At twenty-five, her childhood sweetheart returned, and I proposed divorce.

Someone asked if I was willing to let go. I thought about it and said, &#...

Chapter 1 Let's Get a Divorce (2/2)

Without thinking further, I got up and headed to the kitchen.

Today is my third wedding anniversary with Gu Nianci. As is customary, what I should do now is cook a sumptuous dinner, wait for Gu Nianci to come home, and then say to her: Nianci, happy third anniversary to us.

However, this time I'm not going to do that.

I went to the kitchen and dumped all the prepared ingredients into the trash can. At that moment, Gu Nianci's voice came from outside. She didn't even seem to intend to come in and see me, and seemed to have forgotten what day it was. She just called out to me in a flat tone from the living room.

"Xu Ruo, I probably won't be back tonight, so you don't need to wait for me."

I chuckled self-deprecatingly and casually replied with an "okay." Then I heard Gu Nianci open the door and leave, and the huge house fell completely silent at that moment.

I stood in the kitchen, looking at this place I've spent every day since I got married, and it took me a while to come back to my senses.

I went back to my room and started packing my luggage.

When Gu Nianci put on the white gauze dress that Xu Yan had given her again and prepared to see Xu Yan, I actually still had a bit of hope in my heart. After all, we had been husband and wife for three years, and I thought there were feelings between us.

It wasn't until I heard her say, "I don't need to wait for her anymore," that I realized it was all just wishful thinking on my part.

The end of a redemption story doesn't necessarily mean happiness.

Gu Nianci may have long been tired of my presence.

She's with me only because she's waiting for Xu Yan.

Our marriage should end now.

After packing my luggage, I sent Gu Nianci a text message: Nianci, I'll be waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning. Let's get a divorce.

As the text message was sent, that long-lost voice reappeared in my mind.

[If a divorce is pursued, it will mean that redemption has completely failed, and the host will have no reason to exist in this world.]

I thought for a moment and then asked, "Will I die?"

There's still a chance!

I was somewhat surprised: "An opportunity?"

[Redemption can continue even without registering a divorce.]

I took a deep breath and shook my head: "It's pointless."

"I've actually been quite tired these past few years doing what you said."

Even if you register for divorce, you still have thirty days. Within those thirty days, if...

"It's pointless for me to say anything." I was getting annoyed. "You know what? I really want to say something to you right now."

[Host, please speak...]

"You're the most useless system I've ever seen! Redemption... Redemption my ass! Do you really think I'm a bootlicker?!"

[...]

After waiting for a while and receiving no response, I felt a bit bored, so I picked up my luggage and left this home that didn't belong to me.

But for some reason, I felt a little dazed the moment the door opened.

I think...

We've gone back seven years.