For five years, I worked to win over the villainess in the novel. At last, she agreed to marry me.
On our wedding day, the chandelier suddenly came crashing down. In the split second before it hit, she shoved me aside and shielded the trembling male lead.
Her arm was cut, and a large stain of blood spread across her white wedding dress.
The male lead beneath her was completely unharmed.
Clutching the bleeding wound on my neck, I finally accepted that she didn't love me.
The System appeared and asked me,
“Do you want to end the mission early?”
I nodded.
“If she’s going to end up with all four limbs broken and wishing she were dead because of the male lead, then I’ll make it happen for him.”
