To awaken my true love from his coma, I married Logan, a serial cheater, and endured endless humiliation from his first love. Every time he betrayed me, he’d transfer a massive sum as compensation, mocking me for being as obedient as a dog. What he didn’t know was that this was the “contract” I’d signed with the System to wake Wyatt from his vegetative state. On the 99th occasion, his first love moved into our home, pregnant belly and all. I personally handed them wine laced with aphrodisiac, smiling as I watched Logan kiss his beloved. Logan’s 100th betrayal complete, my mission was done. After taking the money and disappearing, I returned with my awakened first love in a high-profile comeback. Logan went insane, kneeling in the rain, begging me to come back. He didn’t know that every moment I endured through those three years, I was calling out someone else’s name in my heart. I have never loved Logan. Evelyn POV My phone chimed with a bank transfer alert. The long string of zeroes meant another huge payment had just landed. stood outside the noisy VIP lounge, holding his suit jacket, and took a deep breath. The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I could see my husband of three years, Logan, letting a seductive woman grind in his lap. Over these three years, Logan had transferred a large compensation payment to me after every single affair. The ironic part? It had been the same woman every time: Hannah. The System’s progress bar showed this was the ninety-ninth time. Just one more, and I’d be free. “Logan, why isn’t Evelyn here yet?She’s not upset about being called out this late, is she?” “How could she be? These past three years, she’s been like a spineless maid orbiting Logan. Delivering umbrellas in downpours, bringing hot meals in winter. Last time she was in a car accident, bleeding, and still insisted on delivering documents to the office. She wouldn’t dare get angry.” Logan casually swirled the whiskey in his glass, his eyes full of arrogance and confidence. The next moment, I pushed open the door. I’d just gotten out of the shower when his message came. I threw on a coat and rushed over. “Sorry I’m late.” I handed Logan his jacket, slightly breathless, playing up my hurried arrival. Several billionaire heirs in the lounge turned to look at me. My damp hair clung to my chest, my clothes soaked and sticking tightly to my skin. I could clearly feel several pairs of eyes fixed on me. “Evelyn, is this…your new tactic?” The man sitting closest to me laughed with a suggestive tone. Logan’s expression darkened instantly. He casually flung the drink from his glass into the man’s face, his voice icy. “Look again, and I’ll have your eyes.” “Logan, no need to be so upset. We’re all just admiring Evelyn’s…assets.” Hannah, perched in Logan’s lap, chimed in with a saccharine voice. Even when our eyes met, she made no move to get up. “Evelyn, I twisted my ankle. Logan’s just helping me sit for a bit. You don’t mind, right?” Hannah was Logan’s first love from before he went abroad-the legendary girlfriend he supposedly couldn’t forget. The first day after our wedding, Logan got a call that she was back in the country. He left me alone in that empty mansion for two whole months. Back then, I became the laughingstock of the entire social circle. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out.” I looked at Logan and turned to leave. But Hannah stepped in front of me first, smiling as she handed me a drink. “Today’s my birthday. Since you’re here, why not have a drink with me? Consider it a birthday wish.” “I’m allergic to alcohol.” I refused calmly, but the glass was already forced into my hand. “Just one drink, it’ll be fine. Evelyn, with so many friends here, you wouldn’t embarrass me, would you?” Hannah said, shaking Logan’s arm coquettishly. “Drink it.” Logan commanded in a deep voice, his tone brooking no refusal. “Alright.” I tilted my head back and downed the entire glass of hard liquor in one gulp. Cheers erupted around us as everyone egged me on, but no one noticed the strange flash in Logan’s eyes. I set the empty glass on the table, curved my lips into a light smile, and said gently to Logan, “Have fun. I’ll head home first.” As I left the lounge, mocking laughter pierced through behind me. “God, Logan, you’re incredible! I heard Evelyn obeys your every command, but I didn’t expect her to actually be like an obedient dog!” Hannah’s face bloomed into a radiant smile as she nestled back into Logan’s embrace, raising her glass. “Of course. Our Logan is just that charming.” My departing steps paused slightly. Then, with a cold expression, I walked straight out of the bar. The cold wind outside hit my face, and I couldn’t help but shiver. My stomach churned violently, and every step felt like walking on knife blades. Eventually, I couldn’t hold on anymore and collapsed by the roadside. As consciousness faded, I murmured through my tears, “Wyatt, I miss you so much…” Six years ago, that car accident turned my beloved Wyatt into a vegetable. The System found me and told me that if I completed the task of “enduring my husband’s infidelity 100 times,” I could wake my love. So I carefully orchestrated my meeting with Logan, who’d lost his first love. From dating to marriage, everything was part of my plan. As long as Logan cheated for the 100th time, I could bring Wyatt back. When Hannah returned three years ago, I knew my dream was close to coming true. Just one more time. Wait for me, Wyatt.
Evelyn POV When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a private hospital room. I’d barely started to sit up when the door burst open. “Evelyn, I heard you got sick? I’m so sorry. I was too happy yesterday. I thought one drink wouldn’t hurt, but I didn’t expect…” Hannah rushed to my bedside first. Before she finished speaking, tears were already streaming down her face, as if she were the wronged party. Logan gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, but when he looked at me, his gaze was bone-chillingly cold, tinged with disgust. “Stop pretending. You’re not that fragile.” I lowered my eyes and sat up from the hospital bed, my voice hoarse. “Hannah, I’m fine. You don’t need to blame yourself.” “That’s good to hear. Actually, I came to ask you for a favor.” At this, a shy blush spread across Hannah’s face. “Hannah’s pregnant. You don’t have much to do at home anyway, so I’m having her move in. You’ll take care of her until she gives birth.” Logan’s voice was low and commanding, making it clear this wasn’t up for discussion. Hannah’s face radiated undisguised happiness. She touched her belly and leaned shamelessly into Logan’s embrace. “This is my child, the crystallization of our love. Evelyn, you’ll take good care of us, won’t you?” Looking at this absurd scene, I slowly curved my lips into a cold smile. “Logan, you want your legal wife to take care of your mistress? If word gets out, what about your family’s stock price and reputation?” While I didn’t care about Logan’s feelings, this humiliation was hard to swallow. “You haven’t gotten pregnant in three years of marriage. The family trust needs an explanation. This child is the family heir. You must take care of him.” Logan frowned coldly, not allowing me to refuse. Thinking of all the memories with Wyatt, I took a deep breath and ultimately chose to endure. “Fine, I agree.” The System had warned me that before reaching the 100th affair, I couldn’t refuse any of Logan’s demands. That evening, before my body had fully recovered, I was forced to leave the hospital and return to that cold mansion. Hannah nestled on the couch, snuggling in Logan’s arms, watching me bustle around in the open kitchen. “Thanks for your hard work, Evelyn. Logan says you’re an excellent cook. You’ve even cured his stomach problems over the years. Looks like I’m in for a treat today.” Before I could respond, Logan casually brushed aside the hair by her ear. “Why be polite to her? She’s just a free maid. I have no feelings for her whatsoever.” In the kitchen, I heard every word of their conversation. I gripped the porcelain bowl in my hand tightly, gritting my teeth and enduring once more. Feelings? Someone like Logan didn’t deserve to talk about feelings. At the dining table, I brought the last dish to the table. “You two eat first. I’m not feeling well, so I’ll go rest.” “Evelyn, could you get me a bowl of soup? It’s fine if you don’t eat, but I can’t move easily. Surely you should take care of a pregnant woman?” Hannah held the bowl out to me, raising her eyebrows provocatively. Logan said nothing, clearly giving his tacit approval. In the end, I took the bowl to ladle hot soup. But when I handed it back, Hannah raised her hand and “accidentally” knocked the bowl over. The porcelain bowl shattered on the floor, and scalding soup splashed all over the back of my hand. “Are you okay?” Hannah pretended to care and tried to stand, but Logan pulled her back down. “Why bother with her? You’re what matters most.” I rushed to the kitchen, running cold water over my burned hand, biting my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. Once upon a time, Wyatt never let me do these rough chores. One time when I got curious and tried cooking, I accidentally burned myself. That was the first time Wyatt ever got angry with me-because it broke his heart. “What’s taking so long? Evelyn, you were the one who chased after me, who schemed to marry me. You should’ve known this would be the result. Get over here and serve Hannah!” Logan’s impatient shout came from the dining room.
Evelyn POV I closed my eyes, readjusted my emotions, and returned to the dining room. “Evelyn, I’m a bit clumsy sometimes. You’re not angry, are you?” Hannah smiled at me, her eyes full of malice. “No.” I was forced to sit across from them, watching them feed each other intimately. My face showed no emotional fluctuation, not even a hint of jealousy. Not until Logan fed Hannah the last bite did he suddenly slam his utensils on the table in anger. “That’s enough. Go back to your room. I’m sick of looking at your dead face.” I calmly stood and went upstairs to my room. Back in my room, I gently caressed the old bracelet on my wrist, silently calming my emotions. This suffocating place-I couldn’t stand another moment here. Just then, the door was violently pushed open. Logan, reeking of alcohol, rushed to the bed and pinned me beneath him. His cold eyes stared at me intently. “What exactly are you doing? You were the one who pursued me madly, made my mother like you so much that I had no choice but to marry you.” He continued, “But on our wedding night, you found every excuse to sleep in separate rooms. After marriage, you’ve always been this cold. Three years of marriage, and you’ve never let me touch you!” “Evelyn, I really want to crack open your head and see what you’re thinking!” Looking at the angry man before me, I just glanced casually toward the doorway. “Hannah, is something wrong?” Only then did Logan notice the figure at the door. Hannah stood in the hallway shadows, secretly clenching her fists, but forcing a smile onto her face. “Nothing. I was just about to take a shower when I heard some noise over here. I was worried you two might be fighting because of me…” “Fighting? She’s not worth it.” Logan stood up and straightened his disheveled shirt, his voice low. “A heartless person doesn’t deserve to affect my emotions.” As he spoke, he casually pressed down on my burned hand. I frowned in pain, but he forcibly lifted my chin, his threatening voice in my ear. “Marrying me was your choice. You need to take responsibility.” Logan turned and walked to Hannah’s side, instantly returning to his gentle demeanor. “Let’s go. Don’t waste time here.” Hannah smiled and nodded, gave me a long look, then left arm-in-arm with Logan. The door closed again. I stood there alone, lost in thought. Without the System, I would have followed Wyatt six years ago. Though I’d schemed to get married, spending three years as Logan’s free maid should make up for it. Almost there. Perhaps because my body hadn’t recovered, I developed a high fever in the middle of the night and couldn’t get up in time to make breakfast the next day. When the servants finally forced me awake and dragged me out of my room, I was surprised to find Hannah leaning against the staircase railing, as if waiting for someone. “Logan left to handle a company acquisition. We don’t need to keep wearing masks and acting anymore, do we, Evelyn?” She spoke up first, intentionally or not glancing toward the security camera. I didn’t respond. I planned to go downstairs to prepare the late breakfast. I had to remain compliant before Logan’s final affair. Fortunately, the drug I’d had someone buy for me would arrive soon. Even if they wanted to restrain themselves for the sake of family reputation, with that drug, they’d be unable to resist once. Once was all I needed. As I reached the stairs, Hannah suddenly blocked my path. “Evelyn, Logan doesn’t love you at all. I’m already carrying his child. Can’t you just let go and wish us happiness?” She gripped my hand tightly, digging her nails into my burn where the cameras couldn’t see. “Let go!” I yanked my hand back in pain. “Ah-!” Hannah’s body swayed, and she cried out as she fell backward.
Evelyn POV Everything happened too fast. By the time I reached out to grab her, it was already too late. Hannah tumbled down the stairs right before my eyes. The servants screamed in panic, frantically calling for an ambulance. The scene descended into chaos. I stood in place, staring at the unconscious figure downstairs, my brow furrowed. I hadn’t expected Hannah to be so ruthless to herself just to frame me. As expected, two hours after Hannah was taken away by ambulance, I saw Logan at home, his face ashen. I was sitting on the living room couch, quietly waiting for the storm to arrive. Logan roughly pulled me up and dragged me outside. “I checked the surveillance. You pushed her! Evelyn, I didn’t think you were this vicious-to not even spare an unborn child! Thank God the doctor said the baby’s safe for now. If anything happens to Hannah, I’ll make you pay!” “Now, come with me to the hospital and apologize!” In the hospital room, I was roughly thrown to the floor, dizzy and disoriented. “Logan, what are you doing? Evelyn probably didn’t mean it. Don’t be angry.” Hannah, lying pale in the hospital bed, gripped his hand and softly consoled him. But when our eyes met, she raised her eyebrows subtly, the smile at the corner of her mouth carrying a victor’s smugness. “Evelyn, as compensation, give Hannah that bracelet on your wrist. She’s liked it for a long time.” Logan looked down at me commandingly, leaving no room for discussion. “No!” Before I could even stand, hearing these words made me abnormally agitated. I hid the bracelet behind my back, shouting hoarsely for the first time. I stared at Logan intently, my expression grave. In three years of marriage, this was the first time I’d refused his demand. Logan paused, looking somewhat surprised. “I mean…” At the critical moment, remembering the System’s warning, I had to grit my teeth and explain. “If Hannah’s angry, I can do anything she asks, but not this bracelet.” But Hannah tilted her head, her smile bright and innocent. “But I really do like this bracelet. Just let me borrow it for one day, okay? I’ll give it back tomorrow.” She extended her hand. I still didn’t answer, my expression full of stubbornness. That was the first gift Wyatt ever gave me, and the only thing that survived the car accident. It was my keepsake, my motivation to keep going. Absolutely cannot give it away. “Evelyn! It’s just a broken bracelet. I’ll buy you a better one. Besides, Hannah said she’ll return it tomorrow. You made a mistake-shouldn’t you pay some kind of price?” Logan stepped forward, trying to forcibly remove my bracelet. I stumbled backward, using my actions to refuse, but suddenly the System’s mechanical voice rang in my mind. “Warning! If the host refuses, the 99 affairs will be invalidated. Everything will start over!” Almost instantly, my breath caught. The pain in my heart made it impossible to breathe. I gasped for air, looked up at Logan through tears, my voice choking. “Logan, can’t you help me just this once?” Tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on Logan’s hand. He froze for a moment, his eyes flickering, and the stern expression on his face shifted subtly. In three years, this was the first time he’d seen me this aggrieved and submissive. “You…” “Logan!” Hannah suddenly spoke up, interrupting whatever Logan was about to say. “I’m just borrowing it. Don’t you trust me?” I shook my head slightly, silently resisting. But in the end, Logan still heartlessly removed my bracelet and slowly straightened up. “I’ll write you a check later. Pick whatever jewelry you like. Hannah will return this tomorrow.” As he spoke, he turned back to the hospital bed and, right in front of me, personally put that old bracelet on Hannah’s wrist. “It’s beautiful. No wonder Evelyn treasures it so much.” Hannah smiled sweetly, but stared at me as she spoke each word deliberately. “I love it too!”
Evelyn POV I clenched my fists, staring hard at the bracelet on her wrist. It was tainted now. Hannah tugged at Logan’s sleeve coquettishly. “Logan, don’t you have a meeting at the company? With Evelyn here to take care of me, I’m sure nothing will go wrong.” By then I’d managed to stand up from the floor, returning to my usual calm. “I’ll take good care of her.” Only then did Logan feel comfortable leaving, though before going, he couldn’t help glancing at my burned hand. After leaving the room, he dialed his assistant. “Go to the auction and buy that new limited edition diamond bracelet.” Meanwhile, in the hospital room, only Hannah and I remained. “Evelyn, I heard that before you married Logan, you lived in a shabby apartment. After the wedding, you spent money to buy that apartment?” My hand paused while pouring water, a bad premonition creeping over me. “This child of mine nearly miscarried because of you. I have to make you pay some kind of price.” Hannah casually took out her phone and made a video call. “When I went abroad, we’d agreed I’d come back in three years and we’d get married. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have become this kind of shameful secret mistress. So you ruined me.” The video call connected. She turned the phone screen toward me. The moment I saw the image, I froze completely, my breathing becoming rapid and impossible to control. That familiar apartment-the little home Wyatt and I once shared-was now engulfed in roaring flames. Many onlookers had gathered, but no one could stop the fire from spreading. All my memories of Wyatt were there-how we met, how we got to know each other, how we fell in love-everything! Now being mercilessly consumed by fire! Large tears rolled continuously down my cheeks. I trembled with pain all over. But Hannah only laughed. “Consider this my gift to you. Do you like it?” I ignored her mockery, turned and ran out frantically, calling the fire department at the same time. Faster, go faster! At least save something… By the time I arrived, the apartment had become a pile of ruins. Though there were no casualties, everything before my eyes was bleak and dark. I stood there dazed as rain washed away all the memories, drenching me cold and merciless. I ignored the firefighters’ attempts to stop me and rushed into the ruins like a madwoman, frantically searching, murmuring that name over and over. Hoping heaven could be merciful, even if just one thing remained. I don’t know how long I searched. Eventually, I collapsed unconscious in the ruins from exhaustion. Everything was gone. “Evelyn, what happened to you? Logan, I feel so bad for her.” False crying sounds filled my ears, irritatingly noisy. I frowned and opened my eyes to see Logan holding the tearful Hannah in his arms, comforting her. “This has nothing to do with you. She went crazy on her own. Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Those painful images appeared in my mind again. I suddenly sat up, grabbed Hannah by the collar, and slapped her hard across the face. The crisp sound of the slap made the hospital room instantly silent. “You deserve to die, Hannah. You deserve to die!” I tried to hit her again like a madwoman, but Logan pushed me away. I fell onto the hospital bed but lunged forward again. “You lunatic! Someone come!” Logan protected Hannah tightly while calling security guards to pin me down on the bed. “Logan, I… Evelyn really doesn’t like me. I’ve already booked a plane ticket. I’ll leave tomorrow. At least that way our child can be safe…” Hannah covered her red, swollen cheek, crying pitifully. “Evelyn, apologize now!” Logan shouted sternly.
Evelyn POV “I’m going to kill her! Logan, you bastard!” I kept struggling, but I had no strength left. My bloodshot eyes stared at Hannah, wishing I could tear her to pieces. “I think you really have gone insane.” Logan angrily tore the old bracelet off Hannah’s wrist. “I know this thing is important to you, but you shouldn’t have hit Hannah. Evelyn, you need to pay the price.” As he spoke, Logan broke the fragile bracelet right in front of me. “No!!” I screamed, the pain making my entire body tremble uncontrollably. But the bracelet still broke into several pieces before my eyes. Logan turned, walked into the bathroom, threw the remnants into the toilet, and pressed the flush. “Logan, no, please! I’m begging you!” I cried and pleaded, but it was too late. The sound of rushing water carried away the last proof of Wyatt’s existence. All of it gone. Logan’s face was cold and stern. He turned back to me, roughly grabbed my chin, and forced me to meet his eyes. “You need to recognize your place. You’re nothing but a dog following behind me. What right do you have to lash out and bite?” After a moment of shock, I suddenly shook off the security guards restraining me and bit down hard on Logan’s wrist. The man’s cry of pain mingled with Hannah’s scream. But I refused to let go no matter what. All I could see was Wyatt’s face and all our beautiful memories together. The metallic taste filled my mouth. Doctors and nurses rushed in to help, but I didn’t release my grip until I’d torn a chunk of flesh from Logan’s wrist. The nurse frantically bandaged him while Logan stared at me in disbelief. But I laughed-hair disheveled, I looked like a demon crawled back from hell, my laughter eerie and terrible. “Evelyn…” Logan spoke softly despite the searing pain in his hand. But I began coughing violently, coughing so hard I couldn’t hear the voices around me. Not until I coughed up blood did I finally collapse. In the second before I closed my eyes, I still stared at Logan with hatred. When I woke again, I found myself lying in bed at home. The room was quiet. I instinctively reached for my bracelet, but my wrist was empty. The door opened. Logan stood by the bed in his suit, his wrist wrapped in thick bandages. He casually tossed a new, expensive diamond bracelet onto the blanket. “Consider us even. You bit me, so we’re square.” I gave a cold smile, my eyes full of mockery, offering no response. “I’m taking Hannah to the charity gala tomorrow. You stay home. Last time…you did hit her first. You were in the wrong, so the punishment was deserved.” “Can I go to the gala?” My voice sounded unexpectedly hoarse as I spoke. Logan paused, frowning slightly in confusion. “I won’t get in your way. I just need some air. I know I was wrong.” I lowered my gaze, playing the obedient role as I clutched the diamond bracelet tightly in my palm. “Fine. As long as you behave, the family and I…won’t treat you badly. You’re still my wife.” He reached out stiffly and patted my head before turning to leave. At the door, Logan stopped. “Remember to take your medicine.” I didn’t answer. The door closed again. I tossed the expensive diamond bracelet into the trash, wiped my tears, and dialed a familiar number. “What I need. It will be here tomorrow, right?”
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