I Gave Up on Her, and Now She’s Afraid to Lose Me

"The divorce is only temporary. It’s not like I’m leaving you. This is all Tristan wants. Can't you be a little more generous?"

Jasmine Reed frowned at me with her arms crossed.

The system's words still echoed in my ears.

In an instant, I regained much of my composure.

My mission failed, so I had no reason to keep arguing with Jasmine.

I knew how unreasonable Tristan's request was.

Tristan was Jasmine's childhood friend. He dreamed that she was married and woke up in such a panic that he begged her to get a divorce.

But Jasmine and I had been married for three years already.

His tears came a little late. It was ridiculous.

What made it even more ridiculous was that Jasmine came home and brought it up without a second thought.

She really was his loyal little lapdog.

Now, my silence only made Jasmine more impatient.

"It's just a divorce. Do you really have to make such a fuss?"

I no longer thought it was worth making a fuss, either.

Throughout my mission to win her love, she kept up her ambiguous relationship with Tristan.

Tristan even caused a scene when we were about to get married.

I was afraid my mission would fail, so I paid people to keep him away and did everything I could to keep the wedding on track.

The system told me I would succeed if Jasmine's affection for me reached 100 percent within the allotted time.

Now my time was up, and my mission was officially a failure.

I came back to the present.

I nodded.

"All right. I'll agree to the divorce."

Jasmine's eyes lit up, and she immediately took me to the courthouse.

In the car, she fastened my seat belt for me, the picture of a loving, devoted wife.

My friends in this world used to envy me for being with Jasmine.

They all praised her devotion, ambition, and ability to make money.

But only I knew that I paid for everything, from the food she ate to the roof over her head.

After I arrived in this world, I was forced to take over the company that belonged to this body's original owner.

I struggled to keep it going and worked from dawn until late at night on my own. Only this year did I finally have time to rest.

Yet they gave her all the credit, as though I would be nothing without her.

The system told me that a successful mission would earn me a two-hundred-million-dollar reward to take back to my own world.

So, I never cleared up their misunderstanding.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Jasmine never loved me enough to reach 100 percent.

I stared at the divorce certificate in front of me, still a little dazed.

It took so much to get us married, yet ending it was this easy.

At least I could go home in fifteen days. I would never have to exhaust myself trying to please a woman who didn't love me.

Jasmine looked calm and showed no intention of driving me home.

She spoke as soon as she opened the car door.

"Oh, Jensen, Tristan wants to take a vacation soon. I..."

I knew that look. She wanted money to spend on Tristan.

Whenever she looked at me like that, I knew she had used up all the money I gave her.

She acted as though she was entitled to it.

"It's pocket change to you. Surely you wouldn't refuse to give me that much.

"Don't start blaming him again. I found out what he wanted and decided to ask you myself. If you want to yell at someone, yell at me..."

I cut her off coldly.

"Fine. How much?"

Jasmine named an amount without thinking, then froze.