A Countdown on Camera
In my seventh year of trying to win the favor of mafia Don Ethan Larsen, the system declared my mission a failure. I was set to be erased in one month.
I did not cry or make a scene. I accepted the death countdown with calm detachment and started a livestream called "My Last Wishes Before I Die."
The first thing I did was throw the multimillion-dollar wedding ring into the drain, right in front of Ethan and his first love, just to hear it clatter out of sight.
Ethan's expression hardened.
"Nina, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time? You begged me in order to wear that ring and stood there for three days."
I smiled, lifted my middle finger, and replied, "Pfft… As if you deserve it."