I have died seven times.
Every single time, I died on the day my husband asked for a divorce.
He doesn’t love me. Seven years of marriage proved to be fragile and worthless the moment his White Moonlight returned to the country.
The System told me that if I wanted to live, I had to defeat the White Moonlight.
Miscarriages, acting as a body double, framing her… my methods became increasingly ruthless.
However, just as I finally approached the finish line-when my Marriage Reconciliation Success Rate reached 99.99%-
I was the one who handed over the Divorce Agreement.
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Chapters
22
Status
Completed
