After failing a bomb disposal mission, my wife, who's also a bomb disposal expert, gives my shield to her true love.

I grab her hand and plead with her not to do it, but she shoves me away. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you—why do you even need the shield? Jeremy is already weak, to begin with. He can't handle any impact and needs two shields to keep him safe!"

She doesn't know that the system has only given me two chances to be revived. I used the first chance when she begged me to save Jeremy Sawyer. During a mission last year, I used the second chance to save her from the brink of death.

It looks like I'm going to die today.

After the bomb exploded, the entire room turned into a sea of fire. Flames shot skyward, instantly engulfing my body.

The last image I saw was my wife, Harriet Philips, holding my blast shield firmly in front of Jeremy Sawyer, her first love.

When I regained consciousness, I had become a spirit tethered to Harriet's side. She was holding Jeremy's hand, which was slightly scorched by the flames, and gently blowing on it.

"Jeremy, your hand is all red from the burn. Let's hurry to the hospital to get it bandaged," she said with utmost concern.

Upon hearing this, a wave of bitterness flooded my heart.

Anyone could see the deep and affectionate bond between them. However, Harriet had been my wife for three years. Ironically, she had never shown such anxiety or concern for me.

The redness on Jeremy's hand was barely noticeable, but Harriet was overly worried. In contrast, she hadn't spared me a glance when I was engulfed in flames.

Jeremy seemed to be recovering from immense fear and shock as he said, "Hatty, this is just a minor injury. It's nothing. I'm glad you got here in time. Otherwise, I would've been seriously injured."

Harriet's expression remained tense. "Who says it's a minor injury? What if there's internal damage? We have to go to the hospital and get a doctor to examine you. Only then will I feel at ease."

As soon as her words fell, she pulled Jeremy by the hand and walked out with him. Her usually calm and composed face was filled with urgency.

Just as they were about to get into the car, one of our colleagues, Monica Hanks, stopped Harriet with a frown. "Harriet, why hasn't Aaron come out yet? The bomb went off just now! Could something have happened to him?"

At the mention of my name, Harriet's expression twisted into disgust. She snapped impatiently, "What could possibly happen to him? He's a selfish guy who values his life above all else. He's probably hiding somewhere. Step aside. Don't delay me from taking Jeremy to the hospital."

From the moment we left the explosion site until now, Harriet hadn't mentioned me once or expressed any concern for my safety. Even when someone else was worried about me, she had to belittle me.

It was clear that she had no regard for me, her husband.

Harriet shoved Monica aside rudely and pulled Jeremy along. She ignored Monica's calls as they got into the car and headed to the hospital.

At the hospital, it turned out that Jeremy wasn't injured at all after a simple medical examination. The flames had only lightly singed his hand.

Yet Harriet acted as if it were a grave injury. She insisted that the doctor bandage him up meticulously.

Jeremy looked at her gratefully. "You're so nice to me, Hatty."

Then, he added hesitantly, "Do you think Aaron might be in trouble without the blast shield? He came to save me, after all. If something bad happened to him, I'd feel guilty."

Harriet waved her hand dismissively and spoke without concern for me. "Aaron has the system—he won't die. You, on the other hand, have always been physically weak. So, you can't afford to get hurt, not even a little.

"Earlier, he wanted to keep the blast shield for himself, going on about how he'd truly die this time. He's so selfish!

"He has the system to save him, yet he still tried to trick me. I think he just couldn't stand seeing me treat you well. When he's back, I'm going to give him an earful!"

After Harriet ranted about me, she looked absolutely incensed. She made it sound like I had committed some heinous crime.

But I hadn't lied to her—I'd just been desperate to survive.

The system had only given me two chances to come back to life, and I had already used them up.

I was a transmigrator who came to this world to complete a mission.

My mission was simple—marry Harriet.

The year I met her, we were both rookies in the police force's bomb disposal unit. At that time, Jeremy had abruptly broken up with her before leaving for abroad, and Harriet was in a constant daze.

I stayed by her side at all times. Slowly, I helped her heal and get over the heartbreak.

Three years later, our relationship progressed naturally, and we got married. With that, my mission was successfully completed. The system rewarded me by allowing me to remain in this world and gave me two chances to be resurrected.

By then, I had truly fallen in love with Harriet.

I believed that honesty was important between husband and wife, so I told her everything about the system without reservation.

I had even said jokingly, "No matter what happens, I won't die. I'll stay with you until we're old."

But I never expected that this statement would ultimately become my undoing.

Not long after we got married, Jeremy returned from abroad. Putting on a pitiful act, he told Harriet that his departure back then was entirely due to his parents' wishes. He kept explaining to her how he couldn't defy them.

Harriet believed him without question. She seemed to have forgotten the pain that Jeremy had caused her back then. After that, she started following him around, showering him with care and concern.

When Jeremy was critically injured in a car accident, and his life was hanging by a thread, Harriet tearfully begged me to use the system to save him.

Seeing Harriet's face covered in tears tugged at my heartstrings. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel any heartache when she wept so mournfully.

My wife was shedding tears for another man. Of course I'd feel aggrieved and angry!

But I loved Harriet so deeply that I couldn't refuse her request. And so, I used my first resurrection chance to save Jeremy.

Last year, after Harriet defused a bomb and was preparing to return to the team, she was shot in the heart by a retaliating criminal. By the time she was rushed to the hospital, the doctor only took one look at her before issuing a death notice.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. Without hesitation, I used my last resurrection chance to save her.

Before reviving her, the system repeatedly asked me, "This is your last chance. Are you sure you won't regret this decision?"

I replied firmly, "I'm sure. I won't regret this no matter what."

The system complied, and from that moment onward, it never appeared again.

At that time, I assumed Harriet's feelings for Jeremy were just an obsession. I believed that with time, she would eventually come to her senses and return to our family with time. I also firmly believed we could grow old together.

But now, the cruel reality had dealt me a devastating blow.

It turned out Harriet had always loved Jeremy. My belief that Harriet reciprocated my feelings and loved me as I loved her was nothing more than my fantasy.

Jeremy looked at Harriet like he had something to say, but he ultimately held himself back.

Harriet tapped his forehead lightly and spoke in a doting tone. "Come on, Jeremy. Is there anything that you can't tell me?"

Jeremy clenched his fists wordlessly as if mustering his courage to speak. Finally, he said, "Hatty, Aaron has always been the ace of the bomb disposal unit. With you assisting him this time, how could the bomb have exploded? Could it be that…"

He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence, leaving room for endless speculation.

A wave of fury surged within me, and I clenched my hands into fists. I fervently wished that I could charge forward and give him a good punch.

Even after my death, Jeremy was still trying to besmirch me at every turn. He was planting seeds of doubt in Harriet's mind.

As a police officer, I understood my duty and never allowed personal feelings to interfere with my work. Even though I already knew Harriet didn't love me, I thought she would at least trust my character after six years of working together.

But Harriet's words shattered the faint hope I had been clinging to.

"I knew it! How else could the bomb have suddenly exploded when it was being defused properly? Aaron must've done it on purpose to harm you. I'm going to report him—he's not fit to be a police officer!" she exclaimed, her face flushed with anger.

I had no doubt that if I appeared before her now, she would slap me and berate me viciously without hesitation.

Bitterness filled my heart.

Had I overestimated my place in Harriet's heart? Or was Jeremy so important to her that she would believe anything he said?

Perhaps it was a combination of both.

Six years of working together couldn't earn me even a sliver of her trust. In her eyes, I was nothing more than a despicable and shameless man.

But I still remembered the touching words she had said at our wedding, "You're not just my husband—you're my lifelong partner in arms."

Now, with just a few words from Jeremy, she could forget those heartfelt words like they carried no weight at all.

I wondered if she would regret the things she had said then when she learned of my death.

Harriet paced back and forth in the room. Her anger simmered, and she needed an outlet to vent her fury. So, she pulled out her phone and sent me a message.

She wrote, "How dare you tamper with the bomb, Aaron? I'll make sure you pay for this! I know you must have somehow come back to life. Hurry up and reply to my message."

She stared at her phone intently. One minute passed, and then two…

However, there was still no reply from me. In the past, I had never taken more than ten seconds to respond to her messages.

Harriet's chest heaved with anger. "Playing dead, huh? Fine! I have my ways to deal with you."

She immediately called a colleague who was still at the scene. Before they could even speak, she yelled into the phone, "Tell Aaron I know all about his dirty tricks! He'd better be ready to face the consequences!"

A worried voice came from the other end of the line. "But Harriet, Aaron hasn't come out yet. The fire hasn't been put out, so we still can't get in. I think he might be in trouble!"

Harriet sneered, unimpressed. Her tone was icy as she said, "He won't die. He's probably hiding somewhere to avoid taking responsibility. Tell him that whatever he's up to, it won't work! He nearly got Jeremy killed! I'll make him pay for that!"

She hung up, muttering curses under her breath.

A trace of satisfaction flashed across Jeremy's eyes, but he masked it with a magnanimous expression. "Hatty," he said soothingly, "it's normal for men to get jealous. Aaron just got carried away. Let it go."

Harriet frowned and glared at him. "Let it go? How can I? Your health hasn't been great ever since the accident. If it weren't for the blast shield, the explosion could've cost you your life. I won't let him off that easily!"

Jeremy hugged her tightly, looking moved. The two of them looked like lovers who had survived a trying ordeal together.