She Couldn't Let Go of the Male Protagonist, so I Chose to End the Strategy

In the fifth year after I conquered the villain in the novel, she finally relented and agreed to marry me. On the day of the wedding, the chandelier in the hall suddenly fell. At the critical moment, she pushed me away to protect the shivering male protagonist. Her arm was scratched, and her white wedding dress was stained with blood. The male protagonist beneath her was unscathed. I covered the bloody mouth of my neck and finally accepted the fact that she didn't love me. The system appeared and asked me. "Do you want to end the strategy early?" I nodded. "Since she will end up worse off than dead because of the male protagonist's limbs being cut off, then I will help him."