In a Desperate Attempt to Save Myself, I Made My Husband Promise Three Things. Yet, My Plan Failed, and I Met a Tragic End…
The day of the class reunion, my CEO husband deliberately lost a game. With his buddies egging him on, he was ready to get his marriage license with his first love and post about it on SnapChat.
Everyone in the room started cheering, and my husband impatiently pulled out the divorce papers, demanding my cooperation.
“It’s just a game, don’t take it too seriously.”
I stayed silent for a long time. Everyone thought I was about to explode.
Instead, I took the divorce papers and said calmly, “A divorce is fine, but I need you to do three things.”
He agreed instantly, rushing me to sign, even eagerly promising, “Forget three things, I’ll do three hundred if you just sign. And when we get remarried, I’ll give you a lavish wedding!”
But he had no idea. The moment he decided to divorce me, my mission had already failed, and I was about to be eradicated by the System.
Only by completing the three tasks the System assigned could I survive.
Watching me sign, my husband, Jackson Hayes, gleefully put away the divorce papers.
Everyone exchanged glances, a smirk of satisfaction playing on their faces.
It was only then that I understood. This class reunion was an elaborate trap, set just for me.
On the virtual screen behind Jackson, four blood–red words screamed:
“CONQUEST FAILED.”
The System’s electronic voice drilled into my mind: “Host, only by remaining married to your conquest target for seven years can you offset the cost of a life–for–a–life deal. You are now an hour and a half short of seven years. In 48 hours, you will be eradicated.”
its tone shifted. “However, seeing your pathetic state, if you complete three tasks within the deadline, you can survive.”
“Now, initiating Task One.”
“Make Jackson Hayes confess his love to you in public.”
I let out a laugh.
I’d just signed the divorce papers, and now the System wanted him to confess his love to me?
Ashley Miller stood up, her pretty face tight. “Jackson, if you agree to Chloe’s unreasonable demands because of me, then I’m willing to be punished! I’ll drink three shots of tequila!”
Jackson’s eyes were filled with heartache. “It’s fine. She can’t cause any trouble.”
I gave a self–deprecating laugh.
Seven years ago, on our wedding day, Jackson had planned to run away for love, but Ashley had run off with all his savings.
After that, he became convinced I was behind it, and we’d been at odds ever since. Childhood sweethearts turned bitter rivals.
I thought that if I just truly loved him, I could eventually win him over.
In the last two years, he had almost accepted our situation. He even knew to come home early to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
But then, Ashley came back.
That’s when I realized he’d never forgotten her. He even orchestrated this whole setup just to marry her.
8:20 PM.
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He’d even forgotten that today was our seventh wedding anniversary.
Now, the seven stolen years were finally to be returned.
But I still wanted to live.
I spoke up. “Jackson Hayes, the first thing I want you to do is confess to me.”
“Confess to me exactly how you confessed to Ashley Miller back then.”
Jackson froze, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The private room erupted. “Chloe, don’t be ridiculous! You’ve already signed the divorce papers, there’s no need to be so petty and embarrass Jackson!”
“Jackson, don’t listen to her nonsense! She’s just trying to cause trouble!”
It was ironic. These people had received countless favors from me, and now, seeing the Hayes Corporation’s growing influence, they wouldn’t stop mocking me.
Ashley’s face was flushed with indignation. “Chloe, you really are just messing with him! Jackson, I won’t let you suffer this humiliation!”
My nominal husband confessing to me was a humiliation in her eyes?
I coldly surveyed the room, then yawned. “I’m talking to Jackson Hayes. Is it your place to interrupt?”
“Jackson Hayes, if you don’t confess, I’m leaving. I won’t even bother getting the divorce certificate.”
Having been together for years, I knew his temper.
His brows furrowed, and he said impatiently, “I thought you were being sensible today. Turns out you Just came up with a new trick. If I confess, you’ll obediently go get the divorce certificate?”
It seemed he was truly desperate to marry Ashley and make it official.
“Yes.”
Jackson’s face darkened. He spoke as if bracing for death. “Chloe, be with me. I’ll buy you two bottles of milk every day and warm them with my body heat, so you always drink them at room temperature…
Ashley’s eyes welled up with tears. She murmured, “Jackson, you still remember.”
Everyone in the room couldn’t help but applaud, marveling at Jackson’s deep affection, how after eight years, he still remembered the moment he confessed to Ashley.
As the two stared into each other’s eyes, their gazes growing more Intimate, I felt my stomach churn. I left my seat.
“I have to go. Something came up.”
Behind me, the room erupted in laughter, mocking me for digging my own grave.
As I walked out, my best friend, Sarah, who had somehow heard the news, found me at the restaurant. She immediately started yelling. “Did you really sign the divorce papers with Jackson Hayes? Are you crazy? You gave up a marriage with a billionaire’s son to marry him, kneeling until your knees were raw. And now you’re just divorcing him, letting that scumbag Ashley take advantage?”
I stayed silent.
Back then, the Hayes family was on the verge of bankruptcy. To help Jackson, I abandoned the billionaire’s son and resolutely married him. My parents were furious and disowned me.
I was ostracized by my family. As the wife, I couldn’t interfere in any Hayes family affairs, leaving me in an awkward position.
But when Ashley returned, Jackson Immediately arranged for her to be Vice President, even entrusting her with billions in funds.
8:20 PM
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Love and dislike were truly obvious.
My killer heels had chafed my heels raw, and I shifted uncomfortably. I couldn’t help but mock myself. “You think she’s a scumbag, but Jackson treats her like a treasure. What can I do?”
Sarah sighed, supporting me and giving me strength. “Men are like shoes. If they don’t fit, we change them!”
As she spoke, Jackson came downstairs, lovingly rubbing Ashley’s head. “Ashley, let me
our wedding photos first, then buy rings. When
we get the license, I’ll pick you up with a thirty–car convoy!”
go take
His gaze met mine, and Jackson’s lips thinned into a tight line. His voice was icy. “Chloe, two more things. If you’re playing games, I won’t go easy on you!”
I lowered my eyes and gave a bitter laugh.
He didn’t know I’d wanted to avoid him for ages. I was only in contact with him to stay alive.
Watching him walk away, I called out to the System in my mind. “Is this task completed?”
“Barely satisfactory,” the System’s tone remained unchanged. “Now, initiating Task Two.”
“Go on a date with Jackson Hayes for one day.”
