Someone Else Became the Tragic Protagonist

“Simone, have you lost your mind?”

Kris finally snapped out of his shock and grabbed my wrist.

Following the system’s instructions, I picked up the glass of water on the desk and threw it in his face.

Kris was stunned as the hot water splashed against his face.

He stared at me as if he were looking at a stranger.

“What’s wrong with you? If I’d known you’d be this excessive, I wouldn’t have—”

I cut him off. “If I’d known you were the kind of man who cheats without shame, I never would’ve saved you!”

The year the Flynn family went bankrupt, Kris’ father jumped from a building. His mother followed him to death soon after.

Creditors broke Kris’ leg and threw him into the sea.

I was passing by in my fishing boat, pulled him out, and took him home.

I thought we were all that we had in this life.

Then, Ruby’s return turned my eight-year marriage into a joke.

The system’s spoilers and interference caught me completely off guard.

Staring at Kris in his wretched state, I regretted saving him for the first time.

Suddenly, Ruby let out a scream.

She swayed and grabbed the desk for support.

“Kris, I feel so dizzy…”

Without even wiping the water from his face, Kris turned and lifted her into his arms.

Without sparing me a glance, he carried Ruby to the sofa and set her down.

I turned to leave, but he called after me.

“Ruby fainted because of you. You’re not going anywhere.”

He hit the intercom and summoned his private doctor.

After listening to Kris’ instructions, the doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Mr. Flynn, although Mrs. Flynn and Ms. Dynevor are both type A, anemia doesn’t necessarily require a blood transfusion. Even if a transfusion is needed, there are other options—”

“That’s too much trouble.” Kris’ voice was icy cold. “Since Simone hit her, she should take responsibility. Draw her blood.”

The system urged me on. [Don’t just stand there. Make trouble now!]

I steeled my nerves and shoved the office door open.

“Urgent need for Type A blood! $100,000 for every 100 ml of blood!”

I turned back and met Kris’ stunned gaze head-on.

“What? Don’t tell me you can’t spare a little money.”

People began to gather.

“Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn, I’m type A. I even have a blood donation certificate. Are you really offering $100,000 for every 100 ml?”

I smiled. “Mr. Flynn here is desperate to save Ms. Dynevor. The more blood, the better.”

Then, I simply walked through the crowd and went home.

Guided by the system, I spent the rest of the day drafting a new divorce agreement.

Kris did not return home until 2 a.m.

He carried the scent of lilies with him.

He had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies.

He picked up the divorce agreement I had prepared and scoffed.

“Simone, are you trying to make me walk away with nothing? Have you lost your mind?”

He tossed another document at me. It was a voluntary organ donation form.

“Enough games! Sign it yourself, or I’ll have someone sign it for you.”

I opened it. As expected, he wanted my kidney.

Kris scribbled an amendment onto the divorce agreement. “Ruby’s health has taken a turn. Help her. Consider it as doing me a favor. I’ll give you $1 million in return.”

He stared at me coldly. “Don’t get greedy. Otherwise, it’ll make me think you saved me all those years ago because you had a hidden agenda.”

He was getting too confident. After that, he went into the master bedroom to sleep.

A cold draft blew in from the window and chilled me to the bone.

Following the system’s instructions, I turned on the computer in the study.

Kris’ social media password was easy to guess. I got it right on the first try. It was the day Ruby went abroad.

He had once tattooed that string of numbers on his ankle.

I took a photo of the organ donation agreement and posted it online.

I also captioned it.

[High reward offered for a matching kidney. $1,000,000 for a match. Serious inquiries only.]

Below it, I attached Kris’ phone number.

At five a.m., the police were pounding on our front door.

Kris was escorted to the precinct in his pajamas.

As both a witness and a family member, I went along too.

The police presented screenshots of posts made from Kris’ social media account, along with records of the IP addresses used to log in.