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 reckoned with. It would be a death wish for me to slap him.

After running out of the house, the system ordered me to sabotage myself further. [Smash the car now!]

Terrified that the future it described might come true, I found a loose paving stone and flung it hard at the police car’s side mirror.

Crash!

The mirror cracked and fell to the ground.

An alarm blared. Three police officers came running out from the street corner.

I quickly raised my hands and was ready to admit my guilt.

The officer in charge waved his hand. I was taken back to the police station.

In the interrogation room, a police officer held my blood test report.

“Sober… Mentally sound… Why did you vandalize a police car? Do you understand that’s a crime?”

I repeated, word for word, what the system had told me. “Yes, I know. I did it on purpose. I knew exactly what I was doing.”

A younger female officer across the table looked at me in utter disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you? Did you just get dumped?”

I told her the truth. “No. I’m getting a divorce.”

At the thought of going to jail, tears welled up in my eyes.

The officer cleared her throat. “Full restitution for the damage. A fine of $1,000. Ten days of administrative detention. We’ll notify your family. Don’t do this again.”

I obediently handed them several bank cards, but not a single one worked. Every transaction was declined.

Kris must be trying to teach me a lesson.

The police told me to call my family. I dialed the same number ten times, but no one picked up.

When I tried again, I found out that I had been blocked.

The female officer used the station’s landline to call Kris. But when she uttered my name, she was interrupted.

Kris’ voice, which had once been gentle, was cold as he said, “Simone? Call me again when she’s dead.”

The officers exchanged looks.

The female officer looked more carefully at my file. Under “Next of Kin,” it simply stated “Orphan.”

Her face stiffened. “Detain her for now.”

Those ten days were not as hard as I had feared.

Every day, I was put through mandatory rehabilitation sessions. I did not really have time to think about Kris.

When I finally got my phone back, it was filled with missed calls from Kris and his assistant.

I called him back.

Kris’ voice was razor-sharp. “Where the hell are you? Where did you hide the files from my office drawer?”

I was stunned for a moment.

He continued aggressively, “You have thirty minutes. If you don’t bring those documents back, I’m calling the police. Simone, don’t test what’s left of my patience.”

Bewildered, I looked at the female officer beside me.

She had heard everything. She motioned for me to hand her the phone.

She took it and said sternly, “Mr. Flynn, your wife was just released from detention. Her fine hasn’t been paid yet. If you wish to file a police report, you’re welcome to do so here at the precinct.”

Kris simply scoffed and said, “Simone, I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

The next second, he hung up.

I had no idea what was going on, but the officers told me to wait. They would notify Kris to come and pay the fine.

Half an hour later, Kris shoved the door open and strode in.

His face was grim as he confirmed something with the police.

“She’s really been right here for the past ten days? You’re sure she hasn’t left at all?”

The officer said impatiently, “Believe what you want. Just pay the fine first.”

On the way back to the company, I pieced together what had happened from Kris’ conversation with his assistant.

Just yesterday, the bid documents Kris had kept in his drawer had vanished.

It was the company’s most important and tightly guarded project of the year. The only complete copy existed in Kris’ possession.

The bidding deadline was tomorrow.

I could not help but ask, “Did you not create a backup for such important documents?”

The assistant lowered his voice to explain. “Ms. Dynevor accidentally spilled water on Mr. Flynn’s computer. The hard drive was completely destroyed.”

Kris said sternly, “Ruby already feels terrible about it. She’s sensitive. You are not to bring this up around her.”

The entire office was in a state of siege, and everyone scrambled in frantic, silent urgency.

That was everyone except Ruby, who was sitting in Kris’ office chair and idly scrolling through fashion websites.

When she saw me, she smiled and walked over briskly.

“Kris, you found Simone? Did you find the documents as well?”

She intertwined her fingers around Kris’ and gave them a little shake.

“See? I told you she just took them to spite you. You can stop worrying about the bid now.”

Kris’ face was unreadable. A taut silence hung around him.

Ruby’s smile stiffened. Her gaze shifted to me.

“Simone, you didn’t lose the documents, did you?”

When I did not respond, she frowned.

“Simone, I heard that Kris brought up the divorce. What he did wasn’t right, and understandably, you’re upset. But you shouldn’t have taken the documents. Everyone worked hard on it.”

Then, she said softly, “Just return the documents. I’ve talked to Kris. He won’t hold this against you.”

Kris opened his mouth in reluctance. “She didn’t take them.”

Ruby froze. “How’s that possible?”

At that moment, the system issued another command. [Slap her hard. Now!]

I would not dare in a million years to touch the woman Kris loved.

But looking at what was unfolding in front of me, I finally understood.

The system had made me smash the police car to give me an alibi.

Those self-sabotage acts were not meant to destroy me at all.

With that clarity, I swung my arm with every ounce of strength I had and smashed my palm across Ruby’s cheek.

“Stop pretending!” I spat the words the system fed me.

“Who do you think you are, meddling in someone else’s marriage? If you’re so eager to help, focus on yourself first. Keep your eyes off someone else’s husband! You knew I couldn’t produce the documents, so you fanned the flames on purpose. I think you’re the one who took them!”

The air went dead still.

Ruby clutched her face and stared at me in disbelief. “You…”

I slapped her again.

“What? What are you going to do? Don’t talk to me like that! I don’t speak to homewreckers. It makes my skin crawl!”

“Simone, have you lost your mind?”

Kris finally snapped out of his shock and grabbed my wrist.

Following the system’s instructions, I picked up the glass of water on the desk and threw it in his face.

Kris was stunned as the hot water splashed against his face.

He stared at me as if he were looking at a stranger.

“What’s wrong with you? If I’d known you’d be this excessive, I wouldn’t have—”

I cut him off. “If I’d known you were the kind of man who cheats without shame, I never would’ve saved you!”

The year the Flynn family went bankrupt, Kris’ father jumped from a building. His mother followed him to death soon after.

Creditors broke Kris’ leg and threw him into the sea.

I was passing by in my fishing boat, pulled him out, and took him home.

I thought we were all that we had in this life.

Then, Ruby’s return turned my eight-year marriage into a joke.

The system’s spoilers and interference caught me completely off guard.

Staring at Kris in his wretched state, I regretted saving him for the first time.

Suddenly, Ruby let out a scream.

She swayed and grabbed the desk for support.

“Kris, I feel so dizzy…”

Without even wiping the water from his face, Kris turned and lifted her into his arms.

Without sparing me a glance, he carried Ruby to the sofa and set her down.

I turned to leave, but he called after me.

“Ruby fainted because of you. You’re not going anywhere.”

He hit the intercom and summoned his private doctor.

After listening to Kris’ instructions, the doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Mr. Flynn, although Mrs. Flynn and Ms. Dynevor are both type A, anemia doesn’t necessarily require a blood transfusion. Even if a transfusion is needed, there are other options—”

“That’s too much trouble.” Kris’ voice was icy cold. “Since Simone hit her, she should take responsibility. Draw her blood.”

The system urged me on. [Don’t just stand there. Make trouble now!]

I steeled my nerves and shoved the office door open.

“Urgent need for Type A blood! $100,000 for every 100 ml of blood!”

I turned back and met Kris’ stunned gaze head-on.

“What? Don’t tell me you can’t spare a little money.”

People began to gather.

“Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn, I’m type A. I even have a blood donation certificate. Are you really offering $100,000 for every 100 ml?”

I smiled. “Mr. Flynn here is desperate to save Ms. Dynevor. The more blood, the better.”

Then, I simply walked through the crowd and went home.

Guided by the system, I spent the rest of the day drafting a new divorce agreement.

Kris did not return home until 2 a.m.

He carried the scent of lilies with him.

He had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies.

He picked up the divorce agreement I had prepared and scoffed.

“Simone, are you trying to make me walk away with nothing? Have you lost your mind?”

He tossed another document at me. It was a voluntary organ donation form.

“Enough games! Sign it yourself, or I’ll have someone sign it for you.”

I opened it. As expected, he wanted my kidney.

Kris scribbled an amendment onto the divorce agreement. “Ruby’s health has taken a turn. Help her. Consider it as doing me a favor. I’ll give you $1 million in return.”

He stared at me coldly. “Don’t get greedy. Otherwise, it’ll make me think you saved me all those years ago because you had a hidden agenda.”

He was getting too confident. After that, he went into the master bedroom to sleep.

A cold draft blew in from the window and chilled me to the bone.

Following the system’s instructions, I turned on the computer in the study.

Kris’ social media password was easy to guess. I got it right on the first try. It was the day Ruby went abroad.

He had once tattooed that string of numbers on his ankle.

I took a photo of the organ donation agreement and posted it online.

I also captioned it.

[High reward offered for a matching kidney. $1,000,000 for a match. Serious inquiries only.]

Below it, I attached Kris’ phone number.

At five a.m., the police were pounding on our front door.

Kris was escorted to the precinct in his pajamas.

As both a witness and a family member, I went along too.

The police presented screenshots of posts made from Kris’ social media account, along with records of the IP addresses used to log in.