For Her First Love, My Wife Let Me Die Miserably

The bar was dimly lit, and it took me some time to locate Nicole among the crowd. Eventually, I found her sitting in a corner, her face flushed from drinking excessively.

She leaned into Owen's arms and pleaded, "Owen, I can't drink anymore. I'm about to vomit."

Across from them sat a group of people who appeared to be Owen's friends. Their eyes gleamed with impure intentions as they shamelessly ogled Nicole, whose appearance was slightly disarrayed, and laughed without restraint.

One of them handed her a glass of wine and remarked, "Today is Owen's first day in business. As his girlfriend, you should have a drink, shouldn't you?"

Nicole's face lit up at the mention of being Owen's girlfriend. Without any hesitation, she accepted the glass of wine and downed it in one go.

Anger surged within me, and I wished I could confront these men, but my ethereal form passed through Nicole's shoulder, leaving me helpless as I witnessed her being compelled to drink one glass after another.

The intention of this group of people was so obvious. How could Nicole not see it at all?

A bitter appeared on my lips; she would do anything for Owen. After all, they had once been deeply in love.

Soon, Nicole was so drunk that she could hardly open her eyes. Lying in Owen's arms, she said shyly, "Owen, I want to rest."

Owen glanced at the few remaining bottles of wine and impatiently replied, "Finish them and then we'll leave."

"But..." Nicole looked hesitated.

She couldn't hold her liquor and once complained about how drinking made her stomach uncomfortable. So, after we got married, I would drink on her behalf at various parties.

Yet now, she allowed herself to get drunk simply because of Owen's words.

After all, I meant nothing to her.

Owen's face turned cold, and his impatience grew evident. He snapped, "You don't want to? There are plenty of people who would be willing.

"Nicole. Don't forget that you owe me this."

Hastily, Nicole grabbed a bottle and emptied it. "I'll drink. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Only when the last bottle was finished did Owen's smile return.

He patted Nicole's unconscious face and whispered, "Do you want me to take you home?"

The intention was so obvious that Nicole quickly responded with a yes.

I followed them back to our home, consumed by anger but powerless to intervene.

They had sex all night, while I listened in silence from beyond the closed bedroom door.

I had long known that Nicole never married me out of love.

On the day we obtained our marriage license, she changed. She revealed the truth, confessing that she was bound by a System and tasked with conquering me, or else she would die.

Thus, she had to abandon Owen, whom she loved, and seduced me into marrying her. On our wedding day, as soon as the task was declared complete, she shattered my illusion of love.

She showed a disgust she had never had before and said, "I have never loved you, Adrian."

But I had fallen in love with her.

As time passed, she grew colder each day, and my heart became lifeless.

Divorce crossed my mind, but every time I brought it up, she would become angry, insisting that the marriage would remain until she said it was over.

However, I died before it was over.

My thoughts drifted back to the day, and I found that it was already dawn.

I saw Owen and Nicole lying on the bed that once belonged to us, their clothes scattered across the floor, a testament to their passionate night together.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the nanny came in and informed Nicole, "Mrs. Deleon, there are reporters outside waiting to interview you."