My Final Three Days as the Perfect Wife

For my last three days before leaving this world, I decided to get along with Arthur and be the perfect wife he always wanted. I no longer got jealous over his first love, and I stopped throwing tantrums when he stayed out all night. On the first day, he scoffed coldly, "Glad you finally know your place. If you had acted like this sooner, everyone would be happy." On the second day, his gaze became complicated, his voice thick with confusion, "Maya, why aren't you angry?" I smiled faintly. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" 1 Before I finally reconnected with the System, Arthur had been giving me the silent treatment for a week. "Host, you've finally decided to leave," the System's voice chimed, laced with a hint of schadenfreude. I didn't blame it. Years ago, when I successfully conquered Arthur's heart and chose to stay in this world, the System had tried its best to dissuade me. "According to my years of experience, hosts who choose to stay never meet a good end." But back then, I was blindly confident that the love between Arthur and me was indestructible, and I firmly rejected its advice. Now, I could only smile bitterly. "How much time do I have left?" "I can pull you out in exactly three days." I nodded, deciding to cherish these final three days and get along with Arthur. After the System went silent, I picked up my phone and called Arthur. It was our first time communicating in a week. The call was declined several times in a row. I mechanically redialed. Finally, Arthur's voice came through, annoyed and irritable: "Maya, are you ever going to stop?" I froze. Even though I was already disappointed, my heart still stung. I deliberately ignored the hostility in his tone and asked gently: "Arthur, are you coming home for dinner tonight? I made your favorite pan-seared ribeye." There was a long silence on the other end, followed by a light scoff: "I'll come back, but Maya, I need you to lower your proud head and apologize to Chloe first." ... A week ago, Arthur celebrated his first love Chloe’s birthday. Chloe posted a photo on her social media story: [With you here, I'll never have to envy anyone else.] In the photo, Chloe had a bit of frosting on her cheek, her hands clasped together making a wish. She was surrounded by designer gift boxes, and Arthur was standing right behind her. Under the warm yellow candlelight, she smiled with pure, innocent joy. Mutual friends commented below, gushing about how sweet they looked. Chloe replied with a shy smiley face. I also left a like and a comment: [I'm so jealous you have my husband to keep you company.] A few minutes later, the post was deleted. Arthur's call came immediately after. He furiously reprimanded me: "Maya, are you sick in the head? Today is Chloe's birthday. You purposely tried to ruin her day, didn't you?" I could hear Chloe sobbing softly in the background. "Arthur, don't blame Maya. It's my fault. I shouldn't have shown off that you were celebrating with me." Arthur immediately softened his tone to coax her. "It has nothing to do with you. She's just picking a fight with me and using you as a punching bag." His tone turned cold and hard again as he spoke to me: "But she overestimates her own importance. Nothing is more important than your birthday." Every word felt like a knife slicing my flesh. I clenched my fists in anger and mocked, "Right. Your first love's birthday is obviously way more important than your own wedding anniversary." Arthur's breathing hitched. He lowered his voice and asked, "Today is our anniversary?" But before I could answer, Chloe's crying came through the receiver again. "Maya, it's all my fault. I'll come apologize to you in person right now..." The tiny bit of guilt Arthur had seemed to vanish instantly. He gently consoled Chloe, then continued to scold me: "It's just an anniversary. We can celebrate it any year. This is Chloe's first birthday since she moved back to the States. Maya, can't you be a little more generous?!" I enunciated every word clearly, telling him that no, I couldn't. Then I hung up. Intense love and a perfectly stable temper can never coexist, but unfortunately, Arthur didn't understand that. On the ice cream cake on my counter, the two little kissing figurines had slowly melted, ruining the words "Happy 7th Anniversary." I picked up the cake and threw it in the trash. My phone chimed with a new message. I opened it to find a provocation from Chloe's burner account. [Maya, I told you long ago. When forced to choose, Arthur will always choose me. Do you believe me now?] A few hours ago, I didn't. But now, it was an undeniable fact. Arthur didn't come home that night. When I woke up the next morning, he was in the dining room eating breakfast. Seeing me, he cast a cold glance and said, "Come to the office with me later and apologize to Chloe. Because of your comment, she felt so guilty she couldn't sleep all night." I let out a scoff. "I'm not going." "I've never heard of a rule where the actual wife has to apologize to the mistress." "Maya, why do you have to be so vicious?!" He slammed his hand on the dining table. "Chloe is just my secretary. Her family is bankrupt, and she has nothing left. Do you not have a shred of sympathy?" The corners of my lips curled up as I looked at him mockingly. "A secretary who sleeps in your bed?" Arthur's face flushed with fury. He flipped the table. Plates and silverware shattered across the tile floor with a deafening crash. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. The disappointment in my heart layered up, thicker and thicker. How did Arthur turn into this? Arthur growled with resentment, "Since you're going to be this stubborn, let's just take a break from each other for a while." He slammed the door and left. He hadn't been back for a week. I was so heartbroken I suffered through sleepless nights. But during this time, Chloe's burner account never stopped updating. [My boss brought me on a business trip to the Maldives! So happy~] [Cry, I accidentally fell on the beach and scraped my knee on a rock. My boss heartachingly scolded me for ten minutes, but I punished him by making him go buy me cake~] [Bonus: A sneaky pic of his abs~ Will my boss hit me if he finds out I took this?] I didn't argue or throw a fit. I just quietly saved all the screenshots. When someone has rotted to the core, you should throw them away promptly. This morning, Chloe's post indicated they had returned from the Maldives. ... Arthur's voice continued to come through the receiver: "Maya, did you hear what I said?" My thoughts returned to the present. I replied indifferently, "Okay." The noisy background on his end suddenly went dead quiet. A few seconds later, Arthur asked again, "What did you say?" I forced a smile onto my lips. "I said, I agree to go apologize to Chloe." For these final three days, I will fulfill all your demands. And then, I will leave you forever. 2 I followed the location Arthur sent me. The private room at the club was bustling with people. The moment I appeared in the doorway, someone let out a low whistle: "Look who's here." The teasing voice was full of anticipation. Ever since Chloe returned, Arthur and I had been having minor fights every three days and major blowouts every five. Everyone in our social circle knew. I scanned the room and found Arthur sitting dead center on the leather sofa. Our eyes met, his expression unreadable. Chloe was sitting right next to him, leaning against him like a fragile little bird. "Sister-in-law, I heard you came to apologize to Chloe," someone jeered. Arthur's friends were the absolute best at blowing with the wind. When Arthur loved me, they called me "Sister-in-law" with respect and never dared to make jokes at my expense. Now that Chloe was back, anyone with eyes could see her status in Arthur's heart. Naturally, they looked at me with a lot more contempt. I took two steps forward, my gaze sweeping over the glasses of liquor on the table. I gently picked one up. "To show my sincerity, I'll down this glass as an apology to Ms. Thorne. Is that alright?" Arthur tilted his head, watching me with amusement, staying silent. The people around us looked eager, clearly enjoying the drama. "Maya, what are you doing?" Chloe suddenly stood up, acting like a startled rabbit, frantically trying to snatch the glass from my hand. "You just said a few mean things to me, which I deserved to hear anyway. How could I possibly accept an apology from you?" As she spoke, her eyes turned red. A flash of heartache crossed Arthur's eyes. He stood up and pulled her back down to the sofa. "Why wouldn't you accept it? With me here, no one is allowed to bully you." Chloe's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She looked at Arthur with gratitude, waiting a few seconds before looking back at me. "Then just drinking this small glass is enough. Once you drink it, all our misunderstandings will be cleared up." She smiled and handed the glass back to me. "Maya, Arthur is just too protective of me. Please don't be mad." I looked at Arthur, chuckled softly, and took the glass with absolute detachment. "Of course not." I raised the glass. "Everyone here is a witness. In the past, I was too prone to jealousy and misunderstood Arthur and Ms. Thorne's relationship, which offended her. I'm drinking this glass today as a self-imposed penalty to apologize to Ms. Thorne." After finishing my piece, I swept my gaze over the crowd. Everyone was stunned. Someone whispered, "No way, is this really the Maya who never bows her head to anyone?" Even Arthur, sitting in the center, looked dazed for a moment. Ignoring the flash of astonishment in his eyes, I raised my hand and downed the entire glass of liquor in one go. I am severely allergic to alcohol. Others might not know it, but Arthur did. After downing that one glass, my body already felt like a piece of driftwood tossed in a turbulent river. Someone caught my arm. "Maya, don't drink anymore." His face was blurry. I squinted, finally recognizing him as Arthur's close friend, Leo. He seemed to be the only person in the room who hadn't joined in the mocking. "Thank you," I whispered. Just as I was about to look up and ask Arthur if that was enough of an apology... I saw Chloe quickly shoot a glance at the rest of the group. Immediately, someone yelled out, "Sister-in-law has a great tolerance! But if you really want to show your sincerity, one glass isn't going to cut it." With a malicious grin, he pushed an entire bottle of red wine toward me. Then he looked back at Arthur. "Right, Arthur?" Arthur's brows were already furrowed. He stared silently at the wine bottle being pushed toward me. Just as he opened his mouth to speak... Chloe's sobbing voice interrupted him: "Don't say that. The fact that Maya would lower herself to apologize to someone like me, whose family has lost everything, is already an honor. As long as she doesn't storm into the office to humiliate me and disrupt company work anymore, I'm okay with anything." Arthur raised his eyebrows, looking at her in disbelief. "She stormed into the office to humiliate you? When did this happen?!" His voice rose, silencing the entire room. 3 Chloe stammered, "It was... it was my first day as your secretary." Anger surged in Arthur's eyes as he looked up at me. I admitted it openly. "That's right. I did go there that day." Before that incident, I had fought with Arthur countless times over Chloe. In the middle of the night, Chloe would get a fever and demand he take her to the hospital. Chloe would get lost and demand he pick her up. Chloe would go shopping for clothes and send him pictures, asking which one looked best. We argued and screamed at each other. "Arthur, can you please care a little more about my feelings? I love you. I can't help but mind when you get so close to another woman. It hurts me." "You know perfectly well that you are the most important person in the world to me." He would lovingly wipe my tears and promise me he would keep his distance from Chloe. But just a few days later, I received a text from Chloe: [Maya, what's the point of you trying to stop him? I just shed a few tears, and Arthur agreed to make me his secretary anyway.] I thought she was just making things up to drive a wedge between us. I believed Arthur wouldn't lie to me. But, fueled by a sliver of anxiety, I quietly went to Arthur's office. And there I saw Chloe, sitting right in the secretary's area. She absentmindedly twirled her hair, looking at me smugly. "Maya, do you like my earrings? Arthur gave them to me as a welcome gift." The look on her face disgusted me to my core. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. "Chloe, taking other people's hand-me-downs... doesn't it make you feel dirty?" Back then, she covered her cheek, but smiled at me arrogantly. "Maya, are you scared because you can feel yourself losing Arthur?" And now, Chloe was holding her perfectly fine cheek with red eyes, sobbing: "Maya just slapped me once that day. It's okay. As long as Maya could vent her anger without taking it out on Arthur, I don't care how much it hurt." After hearing this, Arthur glared at me with a dark, terrifying expression. The rage in his eyes looked ready to swallow me whole. "Maya, I thought you were just being dramatic, that your possessiveness was acting up because you couldn't accept Chloe coming back. I never imagined you had turned into such a vicious, malicious woman." His icy voice carried not a single shred of pity. "Honestly, making you drink this whole bottle is letting you off easy." I looked up in shock, staring at him. "Is that really what you think of me?" Arthur scoffed lightly. "Facts speak louder than words." "You know I can't drink alcohol!" I stared at him unblinkingly. Arthur sneered. "Then what the hell are you doing here today?" He looked toward the door behind me, his jaw tight. "If you aren't actually here to apologize, you can leave right now." It felt like a thousand needles had pierced my heart. A single tear hit the floor and vanished instantly. I was surprised to find that before coming here, I thought I had already mentally prepared myself to leave this world. Yet, it seemed a tiny thread of hope had still remained in my heart. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding? Maybe... he still loves me. Unfortunately, that bottle of wine crushed my last lifeline. Arthur, I don't want you anymore. I smiled as I looked at him. "If I drink this bottle, will you forgive me? Will you come home with me?" Chloe looked up at him too. Arthur's dark eyes revealed no emotion. His voice was flat. "The person you need to apologize to is Chloe, not me." "Maya, adults need to take responsibility for their actions." I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and nodded numbly. "Okay." But the next second, the wine bottle was snatched from my hands. "Arthur, a whole bottle will kill her!" It was Leo. Arthur smirked, ignoring him entirely, and looked only at me: "Maya, the choice is yours. I'm not forcing you." My heart felt like it had already been shredded to pieces by the wind. Strangely, I didn't feel any pain at this moment. "I'll drink it." I stubbornly took the bottle back from Leo, murmured a low 'thank you' to him again, put the bottle to my lips, and took massive, desperate gulps. As my mind began to blur, I thought I saw Arthur shoving through the crowd, striding rapidly toward me. The bottle was yanked from my hands, and my body collapsed heavily. Arthur, this wine is so bitter. 4 In my dreams, it felt like I was transported back to seven years ago. I had just transmigrated into this world. Back then, Arthur was repressed and ruthless. He was an illegitimate child, only brought back to the Vance family after his mother died. The System had briefed me on the plot. When Arthur was first brought back to the Vance family as a child, the other elite heirs despised him and constantly bullied him. Once, when a group of rich kids was shooting him with water guns, Chloe, wearing a little white princess dress, stepped forward to defend him. She became an unforgettable beacon of beauty in Arthur's memory. What he didn't know was that it was just a show of bravery and kindness Chloe put on to impress the male lead standing not far away. Arthur was nothing but a tool in her play. When I arrived in this world, Arthur had slowly begun to show his brilliance within the Vance family. But his temperament was violent, and his business methods were cold and brutal. The patriarch of the Vance family did not favor him. I appeared by his side as the youngest daughter of a close family friend, having just returned from abroad, set up on a blind date with him. At first, Arthur had no interest in me whatsoever. For an entire month, the mission progress bar didn't move an inch. Until one day, I attended a major real estate negotiation in my father's place. Arthur was also there. At the dinner table, a prominent figure intentionally made things difficult for me, demanding I toast every single person at the table. After one glass, my body had already started itching, and red hives began to appear. As I raised the second glass to my lips, a hand clamped down on my wrist. It was Arthur. He took the glass from my hand and smiled faintly at the crowd. "The Vance and Hayes families have been close friends for generations. I'll drink the remaining glasses on behalf of my little sister here." Amidst the clinking glasses, he smoothly redirected the conversation away from me, leaning in to whisper in my ear: "If it's an alcohol allergy, I suggest you slip away right now and take some medicine. I'll cover for you." I froze. When I looked up, his eyes were shining brightly as he seamlessly blended into the crowd's conversation. Confident, composed, and impeccably graceful. In that instant, I felt my heart skip a beat. I started intentionally appearing around him frequently. Using care and gentleness, I slowly melted the harsh spikes he wore as armor, and helped mend his relationship with Grandpa Vance. I also utilized my family's network to help him secure deal after deal, increasing his leverage within the Vance Group. Our shared footprints of hard work covered the globe. During a negotiation in South America, we were caught in the crossfire of local cartels. We were trapped for three days and three nights. Just as we were about to make it out of the jungle, we encountered the cartel thugs. I threw myself in front of him, taking a bullet straight to the left side of my chest. In the nick of time, the backup we had arranged finally arrived, rescuing us from the desperate outlaws. In the ambulance transporting me to the hospital, Arthur's eyes turned red for the first time. Huge tears fell onto my face. Trembling all over, he asked me why I was so stupid and begged me to hold on. He said, "We haven't even had our wedding yet. You aren't my wife yet. You can't die." At that moment, I truly believed I was going to die in that foreign land. I reached up, stroked Arthur's face, and forced a smile: "Don't cry, Arthur. I came to this world specifically for you anyway." At the same time, the System notified me: "Host, mission progress has reached 100%. Congratulations, you have successfully conquered the target." Miraculously, the bullet missed my vital organs, and I survived. After three months of recovery, Arthur married me in a grand wedding that made global headlines. In the countless late nights of passionate intimacy after our marriage, he whispered "I love you" in my ear over and over again. By then, Chloe had long been married to the male lead overseas. I truly thought that Arthur and I wouldn't have any more obstacles in our world. ... In a groggy haze, I felt someone changing my clothes. I stubbornly pushed them away. "Don't touch me. I have a husband. My husband is Arthur Vance." The hands unbuttoning my shirt paused, a thumb resting exactly on the bullet scar. The old wound had healed and scarred over years ago, new flesh replacing the old. But it forever immortalized that moment on my body. The person seemed stunned for a long time. He coaxed gently, "Be good, don't fuss. Let's get your clothes changed and get you a shower." He rambled on, saying a bunch of other things I couldn't hear clearly. I covered his mouth. "So noisy." After saying that, a wave of profound sorrow washed over me, and I began sobbing uncontrollably. The person asked, "Why are you crying?" That one sentence pulled the thread that unraveled me entirely. I cried even harder. "My husband fell in love with someone else. He bullies me. I don't want him anymore. I'm leaving." The person seemed to freeze. After that, I don't know what happened, as I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it was broad daylight. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains. Shadows played across the bedroom. The System's voice sounded: "Host, you're leaving tomorrow. Do you have any lingering regrets?" It warned, "The bastard Arthur is right outside." As soon as the System finished speaking, Arthur appeared in the doorway holding a glass of honey water. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked at me with an unnatural expression. "Maya, you're awake."

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