After the Redemption Story Ended, My Husband Killed Me With His Own Hands

[Expanded from a Short Story] [Redemption] [Strong Female Lead] [The Pursuit Begins After the Breakup] [Taking Down Trash] [Book Transmigration]

After the redemption story ended, my husband stopped loving me.

Only ten years had passed since I went from being the savior who seemed to have descended like a god in his eyes to a nagging, worn-out wife who did nothing but look after the kids.

The umpteenth time someone told me he was cheating, I calmly held up my phone and said, “Let's get a divorce.”

He froze for a moment, then didn't refuse.

As we stood outside the civil affairs bureau with our divorce certificates, he said quietly, “I'm sorry. I hope you find more happiness than I did.”

“I won't.”

“Because I'm about to die.”

He didn't know that I would die because of him.

I didn't know that I would see him again after I died, either. Only this time, we could be nothing more than passing strangers in each other's lives.

He would never again be the protagonist of my life.