Chapter 2 The Person I Loved Was Gone

My body had already been stewed until it was completely tender, my flesh separating from bone.

Even though I was no longer in pain, that agony seemed carved into my soul. I knew right then that I would never be able to forget it, even for a second.

I called out the system. "When can I return to my original world? I can't bear to stay here even for a moment longer!"

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Natalie treated Michael attentively, remembering every tiniest detail about him with utter devotion.

Michael had also grown accustomed to accepting her care.

I impatiently asked the system, "How long do I still have to stay in this world? I've had enough of watching their lovey-dovey act!"

The system patiently comforted me and replied, "Host, the main system is currently undergoing updates and maintenance. You will only be able to return to your original world in a month."

I was not from this world, and neither was Natalie.

The technological advancement of our original world was far beyond this one.

In our original world, she had turned into a vegetable after a terrible car accident. So, I sought out a tech company cooperating with Tyroth and participated in their project in order to gain the chance to project Natalie's weak consciousness into different lower-level worlds.

Then, I used the device to traverse through these words to stimulate her emotions and help restore her to her full consciousness.

I hoped that she could awaken in the original world through this method.

This was supposed to be our final world. However, I had never expected that she would fall in love with someone else in this world, even going so far as to boil me alive.

In that split second, I felt that all the time I had spent trying to revive her had been such a waste of effort.

The butler reminded Natalie again, "Ms. Brooke, that room is starting to smell."

Natalie was puzzled.

After a while, she clicked her tongue in disgust, "Felix is so gross. I locked him up, and he's just relieving himself inside? Is he deliberately trying to get back at me?"

Michael said benevolently, "You should let Felix out. After all, he is still your husband. You shouldn't hold a grudge because of something so minor. You guys shouldn't fight because of me."

Natalie became upset upon hearing his words as she kicked the table leg in an attempt to vent her frustrations.

"That jealous fool turned your hand bright red with that boiling soup. God, my heart nearly stopped when I saw it happen. I was so afraid that you'd be in agony! How could you forgive someone who's wronged you like that?"

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

Michael returned to the country on the day of the Moon Festival. When Natalie found out, she immediately abandoned me and went to the airport to pick him up.

It was already late at night by the time they got home. That was when Michael started making remarks about how he hadn't eaten dumplings in a long time.

"But you've been driving for so long, so you must be tired. Why not let Felix cook?"

And so, Natalie dragged me out of the bedroom and ordered me to whip up some dumplings for Michael.

I knew he was Natalie's stepfather and nominally my father-in-law. Hence, I had no choice but to reluctantly comply.

However, Michael flipped the bowl over as soon as I brought the dumplings to him, causing the dumplings to scatter all over the floor.

Then, he leaned close to my ear and whispered smugly, "How do you think Natalie will punish you when she sees I got burned?"

His scream rang out the very next second, and Natalie followed it like some sort of homing beacon.

She didn't even bother asking for an explanation before slapping me hard across the face. "Felix! I told you to cook dumplings. Yet, you used this opportunity to burn him just to vent your anger?"

As my wrist was pressed against the shattered pieces, my blood splurted everywhere. It mixed with the spilled soup and spread across the floor.

However, Natalie didn't seem to notice my predicament at all. She only had eyes for Michael as she rushed to take him to the hospital just to treat what looked like nothing more than a slightly reddened wrist.

At that moment, I knew the person I had loved for years was well and truly gone.