My Wife's Love Was Not for Me

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to the operating room and pleads for the hospital staff to spare no effort to save me. She continues until her voice goes hoarse. "I can't do without Samson. He's my entire life." Everyone is moved by the depth of her affection and assumes that she loves me deeply. However, after my life is saved, I unexpectedly overhear a conversation between her and Chester. Chester says, "Vivi, you and Samson are the main characters of this story. Every time you're intimate with another man, another misfortune will befall him. If you continue to stay with me, he may well end up paralyzed or disabled. Doesn't it break your heart to see him like that?" She replies by kissing him passionately before saying casually, "You've endured so much for my sake while he's only gone through a bit of a rough patch. Didn't you tell me that he won't die because he's the male lead? There, there. It'll be fine. You're the one who matters to me the most." It turns out that her profound affection is nothing but a lie. I quietly close my eyes as I feel my vitality slipping away. This suits me just fine. I'll now be able to leave this world with peace of mind.