All Chapters of System Husband: One Divorce and I'm Gone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The moment I agreed to my wife Charlotte Cooke's request for a fake divorce, she dragged me straight to the courthouse."Alan, give me seven days. Just seven days. Once I smooth things over with Bradley, we'll come right back and remarry, okay?"She gazed into my eyes with deep affection and even showered me with a mountain of parting gifts.There was an expensive luxury watch, a fresh bouquet of vibrant flowers, and a black card with an unlimited credit line.She was throwing everything at the wall just to get me to sign the papers, all to keep her boy toy, Bradley Bell, happy.Yet I felt surprisingly calm.Bradley wasn't the first young man to pop up around her over the years.In the past, I used to fight and cause a scene. Charlotte would patiently soothe me, only to go right back to her wandering ways once the dust settled.Eventually, I made peace with her restless nature.After all, who would expect love to last forever these days? As long as she always came home to me,

Since I was leaving anyway, I figured I should wrap things up.Before I even set foot inside the Cooke residence, I saw Charlotte through the window, shielding Bradley behind her."Mom, Dad, Alan was busy, so I brought Bradley over to visit," she said angrily. "There's no need to throw the gifts on the floor!"Charlotte's father, Jordan Cooke, pointed at her, his voice booming with fury. "You brat! Listen carefully! Alan is the only son-in-law I'll ever accept! Get this boy toy out of my house! Now!"Sharon Gibson, my mother-in-law, clutched her chest, her face pale with frustration. "Your father is right. Take him away right now! Charlotte, how do you think this will make Alan feel?"Watching them stand up for me brought a faint warmth to my chest.Years ago, Jordan and Sharon were dead set against me marrying Charlotte. Only after she spent three days and three nights on her knees did they finally cave.To win them over, I regularly visited to cook for them and look after thei

When Charlotte walked into the room, I suddenly felt a weightlessness as my soul drifted out of my body.I was hovering near the ceiling."Alan, stop playing games. I'm already here," Charlotte said, a relaxed smile on her face as if indulging a childish prank.But the moment her eyes landed on the deep pool of crimson on the bed, her steps faltered. She stopped in her tracks, hesitating for a few seconds."What are you doing? Someone told me Alan was in this room. Where is he?"The medical staff exchanged solemn looks, then glanced back at my mangled body on the bed.After a heavy silence, one of them spoke up gently. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could. Mr. Miller is gone."Charlotte's face went completely pale.A forced smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she asked coldly, "What is that supposed to mean?""Are you Ms. Cooke? When Mr. Miller was in the crash, we tried calling you, but you didn't believe us… Please accept our condolences."The medical team stepped

Charlotte said through tears, "Alan, you must've hated me. How could I hurt you like this? How could I…"Seeing her on the verge of collapsing, I longed to tell her that I didn't hate her.I had hated her, but that was in the past.I hated her for repeatedly going out with other guys and staying out all night, for neglecting me time and again to chase excitement elsewhere, and for breaking her promises over and over again.But I'd already moved on from the pain.So regardless of what she chose to do, I respected her decisions and accepted them calmly, without joy or sorrow.Just then, Charlotte's phone rang.She snatched it up immediately, shouting before even looking at the screen, "Did you find it? Did you find the box?""Find what, Charlotte? It's your dad. You better take a lesson from what happened last time and stop hurting Alan. Do you hear me? Where's Alan? Put him on the phone. Your mother's chronic knee pain is flaring up again. Tell him to come over and give her a ma

"Alan…"I felt nothing as I watched Charlotte collapse over my body, wailing uncontrollably."Regret points are now at 70!"70 already?I couldn't describe how I was feeling. It just seemed absurd.What good was belated remorse anyway?Right then, Jordan and Sharon finally arrived. The moment they stepped into the room and caught sight of my corpse, their eyes widened in horror."Alan? It's really Alan…"The elderly couple nearly lost their balance but managed to steady themselves by grabbing onto each other.Tears streamed down their faces as they broke down completely. "Alan, you were such a good man. How did it come to this?""Alan…"After crying for a long while, Jordan finally pulled himself together. He insisted my body couldn't stay at home and said that I needed a proper funeral.Charlotte violently pushed back. "No, Dad! I promised Alan I would stay with him. You can't take him! As long as I'm here, nobody touches Alan!"Watching her manic behavior, Jordan strode