On the day Clara forced me to sign the divorce papers, I got bound to a self-sabotaging system.

The system commanded me to slap her hard and tell her to get lost.

I trembled in fear because Clara was a ruthless person.

If I dared to stop her from getting back together with the love of her life, she would utterly destroy me.

But the system threatened me: "If you don't self-sabotage, you will die soon."

Left with no choice, I slapped her.

As soon as I hit her, I ran out of the house, terrified.

The system then told me to smash a police car on the side of the road.

I suspected the system wanted me dead.

However, after I smashed the police car's side view mirror, I realized that the system was trying to sabotage someone else's life instead.

I stared at the police car in front of me, feeling utterly incredulous.

"I'm not gonna smash it! That's a crime!"

The system in my mind said coldly, "If you don't self-sabotage, you'll die."

I did not believe it at first.

Half an hour ago, I suddenly heard the system's voice in my mind.

It told me that I was the male protagonist in a tragic story that would end in my death.

I would be kicked out after the love of Clara's life, Maxey Tyler, returned to the country.

After experiencing a series of heart-wrenching and physically-torturous plots where I would bleed and have my kidneys taken, I would be beaten to death by a group of thugs and die miserably.

I shuddered after hearing that because Maxey did return to the country last month.

During the past month, there were several nights when Clara did not come home.

She started to space out when she looked at me, and I saw a man's cologne in her pocket that did not belong to me.

Occasionally, she would avoid me when answering the phone.

I knew that this fragile marriage had come to an end.

Today, Clara handed me a divorce agreement.

"Maxey refuses to see me these days. He said I'm married, so he should stay away from me. As you know, he's not in good health, and something will happen to him if no one takes care of him. Jason, sign the divorce papers."

I looked through the divorce papers. There was no mention of any property that I would receive.

I had exhausted my savings in those two years I helped Clara make a comeback from bankruptcy.

These years, she wouldn't let me work because she found it embarrassing. If I were kicked out, I wouldn't even be able to afford dinner.

I originally wanted to talk it over with her, but the system told me to slap her.

Outsiders said that Clara, who had rebuilt her business after bankruptcy, was a ruthless devil who would use any means to achieve her goals. That slap was truly unwise.

Now, the system urged me to sabotage myself again, "Hurry up and smash the car!"

Afraid that the scenario the system told me would come true, I found a brick and smashed the car's side view mirror.

With a loud crash, the side view mirror shattered and fell to the ground.

The alarm sounded, and three police officers rushed over from around the corner.

I quickly raised my hands, ready to confess my crime.

The leading policeman gestured with his hand, and I was taken back to the police station.

In the interrogation room, a police officer questioned me while holding my blood test results.

"You're not drunk, your mental state is normal; why did you smash the police car? Don't you know it's a crime?"

I said word-for-word what the system told me to say, "I know. I did it on purpose. I know what I'm doing."

The young policewoman was speechless.

"What's wrong with you? Did you break up with your girlfriend or something?"

I told the truth. "No, I'm getting divorced."

The policewoman cleared her throat, "The total fine is 150 dollars and you will be placed in detention for 10 days. Notify your family, and don't do that again."

I took out several bank cards, but I couldn't withdraw any money.

Clara was already teaching me a lesson.

The police asked me to call my family. I made 10 calls in a row, but all of them went unanswered.

I called one more time and found that I had been blocked.

The policewoman used the landline to call. As soon as she mentioned my name, she was interrupted.

Clara's voice, which used to be gentle, was now so cold that it could freeze. "Jason Jenas? Notify me when he's dead."

The police officers looked at each other.

The female officer took a closer look at my registration details and saw the word "orphan" written on it.

Her look was unpleasant. "Let's detain him for now."

The 10 days were not as hard as I imagined.

Every day, I underwent reform education. I didn't have much time to think of Clara.

When my phone was returned to me, there was a string of missed calls, all from Clara and her assistant.

I called back.

Clara asked me sharply, "Where are you? Where did you hide the documents I put in the office drawer?!"

I was flabbergasted because I didn't understand what she was talking about.

Clara kept accusing me. "I'll give you half an hour. If you don't send the documents back, I'll call the police. Don't test me, Jason. My patience has a limit."

I was confused and looked at the policewoman next to me.

She heard everything and motioned for me to hand her the phone.

Taking my phone, she said seriously, "Mrs. Jenas, your husband just came out of the detention center. There's still a fine to be paid. If you want to make a police report, come directly to our police station."

To my surprise, Clara scoffed.

"Jason, I'm not in the mood for jokes."

Then, she immediately hung up.

I didn't know what happened, but the police asked me to wait at the police station; they would notify Clara to come pay the fine.

Half an hour later, Clara walked in.

Her face was as dark as thunder. She confirmed something with the police.

"Was he really in the detention center for the past 10 days? He didn't go anywhere else?"

The officer replied impatiently, "That's right. I don't care if you believe me, just pay the fine."

On the way back to the company, I pieced together what happened from Clara's conversation with her assistant.

Yesterday, the bidding documents Clara kept in her drawer had mysteriously vanished.

It was for the company's most important and confidential project of the year, and only Clara had the final draft.

Tomorrow was the bidding day.

I asked, puzzled, "There's no backup for documents that important?"

The assistant explained in a whisper, "Mr. Tyler accidentally spilled water on Ms. Peyton's computer, and the hard drive is completely ruined."

Clara warned me solemnly, "Maxey already feels very guilty; he's a sensitive guy. You are not to mention this matter in front of him."

Everyone in the company was extremely busy, as if the company had entered a state of war.

Well, except for Maxey, who was browsing the web in Clara's chair, looking bored.

When he saw us, he strode over with a smile.

"Clara, you found Jason? Did you find the documents?"

He took Clara's hand and hooked it intimately.

"I told you, Jason must have taken the documents out of spite. There's no need to worry about the bidding."

Clara's expression was odd, and she didn’t utter a word.

Maxey's smile froze, and his gaze turned to me.

"Jason, don't tell me you lost the documents?"

When I remained silent, he frowned.

"Clara told me about the divorce. I know it's unfair to you, and that's why you're unhappy with her, but still, you shouldn't have touched the company's documents. After all, that's everyone's hard work."

He changed his tone. "Please return the documents to us. I've already persuaded Clara not to pursue the matter if you do."

Clara squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "He didn't take it."

Maxey seemed stunned. "That can't be..."

Suddenly, the system gave me an order again. "Slap him hard! Hurry!"

How could I dare to touch Clara's darling?

But I had finally figured out what was happening.

The reason the system asked me to smash the police car was so that I would have an alibi.

Even though it asked me to self-sabotage, it wasn't trying to harm me.

Since I had figured that out, I raised my hand and slapped Maxey in the face with all my strength!

"You fake scum!" I repeated the line the system told me to say.

"Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's family affairs? Why don't you mind your own business and stop staring at someone else’s wife! You know I can’t produce the documents, so you intentionally try to stir crap. I think the one who took the documents must be you!"

The air went still.

Maxey covered his face in shock. "You…"

I slapped him again.

"I what?! Don't talk to me. I don't talk to morally depraved homewreckers because you guys are dirty!"

"Jason, are you out of your mind?"

Clara finally snapped out of her shock and grabbed my wrist.

Following the system's instruction, I picked up the glass of water on the table and splashed it on her face.

The warm water made Clara freeze.

She looked at me like she was looking at a stranger.

"How did you become like this? If I had known you were so unreasonable, I would have..."

I interrupted her. "If I had known you were such a bitch, I wouldn't have saved you back then!"

Back then, when the Peyton family went bankrupt, Clara's father jumped from a high building, and her mother also committed suicide.

The creditors broke Clara's leg and threw her into the sea.

I happened to pass by while fishing. I rescued her and took her home.

I thought the two of us could at least keep each other company and give each other warmth.

But Maxey's return turned my eight-year marriage into a joke.

The system's revelation and intervention caught me off guard.

I looked at the disheveled Clara. For the first time in my life, I regretted the decision I made years ago.

Suddenly, Maxey let out a cry.

He staggered and leaned on the office desk.

"Clara, I feel dizzy."

Without even wiping the water off her face, Clara immediately turned around to support him.

She helped Maxey to the couch without even sparing me a glance.

I turned to leave, but she stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?! Maxey almost fainted because of you!"

She pressed the bell and asked for the private doctor to be summoned.

After listening to Clara's words, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ms. Peyton, although both these gentlemen have type A blood, anemia doesn't necessarily require a blood transfusion. Even if a blood transfusion is required, we can..."

"That's too much hassle." Clara's voice was icy.

"Since Jason hit Maxey, he has to take full responsibility. Just draw his blood."

The system urged me, "Don’t just stand there; make your move!"

I rubbed my hands and pushed open the office door.

"Urgently seeking type A blood, $15,000 for 100 mL!"

I turned and looked directly at Clara's surprised face.

"What? Don't tell me you're unwilling to spend a little bit of money?"

People nearby gradually gathered around.

"Ms. Peyton, Mr. Jenas, my blood is type A. I also have a blood donation certificate. Are you really paying $15,000 for 100 mL?"

I smiled. "Ms. Peyton is anxious to save Mr. Tyler. The more the better."

After saying that, I cut through the crowd and went straight home.

Under the system's instruction, I spent most of the day re-drafting the divorce agreement.

It was already two in the morning when Clara came back home.

She smelled of cologne.

She had forgotten that I hated this kind of smell the most.

Picking up the divorce agreement I drafted, she let out a series of scoffs.

"You want me to leave with nothing? Did you get kicked in the head?"

She threw me an organ donation agreement.

"Don't play tricks with me. Either you sign it yourself, or I'll get people to make you sign it."

I read it and, sure enough, she wanted my kidney.

Clara said while modifying the divorce agreement, "Maxey has health issues. You should help him as a favor to me. To thank you, I'll give you $150,000."

She stared at me coldly. "Don't be too greedy, or I'll start to think that your intentions weren't that pure when you saved me."

Perhaps because she felt really confident, she went into the bedroom to sleep right after she said that.

A cold gust blew in from the window, sending chills down my back.

Following the system's instruction, I turned on the computer in the study.

Clara's social media account password was easy to guess. I immediately figured out it was the day Maxey went abroad.

After all, she had tattooed this string of numbers on her ankle.

I took a photo of the organ donation agreement and posted it online with a note. "Seeking matching kidneys at a high price, $150,000 each; interested parties, please call."

Below, I attached Clara's phone number.

At five in the morning, our door was knocked open by a group of policemen.

Clara was taken to the police station before she could even change her clothes.

As a witness and her family member, I also went with her.

The police presented screenshots of Clara's social media post and the IP address of the login.