The Exit Plan
Language: en
In the sixth year of our marriage, Holden Sterling finally realized he didn't love me. I let out a long sigh of relief. Great! My mission as the "female supporting character" is finally over. Holden handed me a black card with an eight-figure limit as alimony. Our son pouted: "I want to go with Auntie Bella too." I let out another long sigh of relief. Great! Don't have to raise the kid either. The System in my head also sighed with relief: [Host, you can go conquer the next target now!]