The System's Return
The fifth year of my husband's affair, the system that had gone silent finally reappeared, telling me that I could go home.
In the final week, I stopped arguing with him. I allowed him to go out with other women and stay out all night, and let him give away the things that I treasured the most to someone else.
The day I was meant to leave was our fifth wedding anniversary.
He burst into the house with Ivy, knocking over the food I'd prepared and pointing a shard of broken glass at me as he pinned me down by the neck.
In a fit of rage, he questioned why I hurt Ivy and the baby she was carrying. "Since when did you become this cruel? You make me sick!"
I smiled, not bothering to defend myself.
"I did it all, and I really am that cruel. What, did you only realize that now?
"Anyway, I wish you two a long, happy life together."
As he stared me down, I viciously stabbed the artery in my neck, and my life in this world was finally over.