Seven Days to Live After the Fake Divorce
Language: en
The System bound my fate to my wife a long time ago. If we ever got a divorce, I would be entirely wiped from this world, never to see her again. She, of course, had absolutely no idea. That morning, my wife's young personal assistant threw a tantrum online. He posted a cryptic story on Instagram, whining about how he could no longer stand being a secret, how he hated their vague relationship. Winona, a woman who built her empire on being completely cold and calculating, panicked. I had never seen her look so desperate. She rushed into our penthouse, her heels clicking frantically against…