The Psycho Husband Created My System
Language: en
The system’s piercing alarm exploded in my ears at the exact moment Declan walked into the penthouse living room, a young woman trailing hesitantly behind him. She had my eyes. Or rather, she had the eyes I used to have—stubborn, entirely unyielding, anchoring her to the center of the vast, marble-floored room. Looking at her was like staring at a ghost of my own youth, back before I learned how to lose. “Host! He’s cheating! Your days of suffering are finally coming to an end!” the System shrieked in my mind, its robotic voice vibrating with electric glee. I bit the inside of my cheek…