Chapter 4

My voice had been extremely weak at the time, but Stephanie didn't notice. She just got angrier. "Who do you think you are? Do I have to report to you about who I'm with?"

With that, she hung up. When I tried calling back, she wouldn't pick up anymore.

Snapping back to the present, I watched Stephanie feed Grayson and couldn't help a self-mocking smile.

So Stephanie could take care of someone after all.

She could cook, too.

So by now, I couldn't bring myself to ask her not to divorce me anymore.

Rather than keep torturing myself, I would let myself go.

I looked at Stephanie, feeling unusually calm.

"Stephanie, I came to tell you that I agree to the divorce."

The moment I said it, the System frantically chimed in, "Host, have you lost your mind?! If you sign, all that's left for you is the punishment. With my abilities, there's nothing I can do to help you."

I shook my head, letting the System know my mind was made up.

At worst, I would die.

I never belonged in this world to begin with, so I wasn't afraid.

Stephanie's eyes went wide at how quickly I'd agreed. "You agree to the divorce?"

I nodded. "I agree. Let's go get the divorce certificate when you have time."

Stephanie still seemed caught off guard. She nodded a little petulantly. "Fine, Howard. You finally came to your senses this time, agreeing to the divorce so quickly."

Grayson hurried out of bed, came to my side, and grabbed my arm. "Howard, Stephanie's just acting on impulse. At the end of the day, this is all my fault. If it weren't for me... I really deserve to die..."

As he spoke, Grayson slapped himself across the face. Stephanie rushed to stop him. "What does this have to do with you?"

I watched Grayson's performance with zero interest in seeing more and turned to leave.

But I never expected Grayson to come after me. He begged me to stay while grabbing my arm.

I just found him annoying and wanted to shake him off, but before I could even move my arm, Grayson staggered back several steps and dropped straight onto the floor.

Before anyone else could say a word, Grayson cried out, "It's not Howard's fault! I just wasn't careful!"

Stephanie threw herself down at his side. "Grayson, are you okay?"

I stopped and turned back to look at them.

Stephanie charged over and slapped me across the face. "Howard, you've gone too far! Grayson is a patient! You could've killed him doing that!"

I didn't explain to Stephanie that he'd done it himself.

I just walked out of the room.

Behind me, Stephanie called my name, but I didn't spare her another glance.

Seeing that my mind was made up, the System stopped trying to persuade me.

It only kindly reminded me that on the day Stephanie and I got our divorce certificate, I would definitely be punished.

If I was lucky, I might keep my life. The worst outcome was dying on the spot.

I didn't waver in the slightest. I signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and set a time with Stephanie to go get the divorce certificate.

Honestly, over all these years, I had long expected this day would come.

When I first crossed over, I was Stephanie's childhood friend, her best playmate growing up.

Back then, I naively thought this mission was way too easy.

But I never expected that in college, we would meet Grayson.