After completing my transmigration mission, I returned to my original world. Only to find out I was pregnant with the male lead's child. The system told me the baby didn't belong to this universe and couldn't survive here. As my child lay on his deathbed, gasping for his final breaths, the system reappeared and said— "The only way to save him... "Is to send him back." 01 It had been five years since I last heard from the system. When its voice echoed in my mind again, I was frantically running up and down the hospital corridors, begging doctors for answers, and trying to settle the astronomical medical bills. Leo had just been placed on critical life support, and my mind was a chaotic, terrifying mess. Suddenly. A sharp hiss of static crackled in my ears. That familiar, mechanical electronic voice rang out. "Host, it has been a long time." It looked at the thick stack of medical charts and unpaid bills clutched tightly in my trembling hands, its mechanical tone carrying a hint of synthetic sympathy. "Do you remember what I told you before? "This child does not belong to this world. "If you want to save his life now, the only way is to send him back to his original universe." I knew the system wouldn't intervene out of the goodness of its artificial heart. "What's the catch?" The system went quiet for a brief moment, then replied: "After you left, the male lead never ended up with the female lead. "Headquarters has officially flagged your previous mission as a failure. You need to return and complete the narrative. "However..." It hesitated, falling back into a long, static silence before finally speaking. "Let's just take it one step at a time." 02 Years ago, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, left with only months to live. In my darkest, most desperate moment, I was forcefully bound to this transmigration system. I was thrown into a toxic, angsty billionaire romance novel, and my assignment was to play the tragic first love—the beautiful girl who gets away. My purpose was to make the male lead fall deeply, irreversibly in love with me, only for me to brutally break his heart and vanish, paving the way for the actual female lead to enter the picture. As long as the mission succeeded... I would be allowed to return to my original world with a perfectly healthy, cancer-free body. The binding was instantaneous and permanent. It was a miracle, a second chance at life, and I cherished it deeply. So, I pursued Caleb Thorne with everything I had. I bought him flowers, took him to see the sunrise, and planned elaborate dates. We did everything normal, deeply infatuated couples do. Slowly. We fell in love. We built a life together. ... And eventually. I realized I couldn't bear to leave him. 03 But back then, under the system's relentless, frantic warnings... One morning, I made up a pathetic excuse and initiated our very first breakup. He pulled me tightly against his bare chest, mumbles of sleep still thick in his voice. "I'm sorry, babe. I know I've been working late. Once this corporate merger clears, I'm all yours. Be a good girl and go back to sleep." He was still half-asleep, assuming I was just being playful or throwing a minor tantrum. I silently reached down and peeled his arms off my waist. "I'm not joking, Caleb. I want to break up." Caleb froze, the sleep instantly vanishing from his eyes as pure panic took over. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I know I messed up. "I've been buried in work lately, and I haven't spent enough time with you. "Give me a few days, and I'll clear my entire schedule. "Didn't you say you wanted to take a romantic trip to Aspen to see the snow? "I was wrong, honey. We can't break up." ... His voice cracked, his breathing hitching until he was practically choking back tears. Me: "..." What happened to the ruthless, unyielding Alpha CEO persona the author promised? 04 And so. Our first breakup fizzled out into nothing. Caleb became incredibly clingy. During every spare second of his workday, he would call or text me, terrified of making me feel neglected. Every single moment outside of the office was dedicated entirely to me. I couldn't find a single flaw to complain about, and our breakup made zero progress. The plot was completely stalled, and the actual female lead was scheduled to return from her Ivy League studies abroad very soon. The system's warnings grew increasingly frantic and deafening. So. The second time I tried to break up with him, Caleb drowned his sorrows in alcohol, looking so profoundly destroyed that my heart shattered, and I folded immediately. The third time I tried to break up, Caleb wired $100 million directly into my bank account, and I happily agreed to give us another chance. The fourth time, I literally packed a bag and ran away. Caleb responded by legally signing over his corporate equity shares and several luxury estates to my name. I was so deeply moved that we got back together again. ... This was lierally— Insane! Who? Who on earth could possibly refuse that?! Well, I certainly couldn't. I don't know if poverty can break a person, but absolute wealth definitely wins every single time! System: "..." 05 One afternoon, while I was intentionally ignoring the system's thousands of frantic, incoming mental alerts. I was sitting in a quiet café, waiting for Caleb to get off work. Watching an elderly couple holding hands as they slowly crossed the street outside the window. Under the shifting shadows of the oak trees, the old man gently handed his wife a bottle of water, carefully wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. Suddenly, I wondered if Caleb and I would look like that when we grew old. Supporting each other, moving with slow, fragile steps, holding hands until the very end of our lives. It was a greedy thought. A beautiful, desperate longing. I grew up in an underfunded orphanage. There were too many kids, and we never had enough to eat. Getting beaten up and having my food snatched away by the older kids was just daily reality. I finally managed to grow up, secure a job, and support myself... only to be gut-punched with terminal cancer. But in this fictional universe, I had a man who loved me with every fiber of his being, and I loved him just as deeply. Why couldn't we just be together?! I refused to accept this cruel script. So, I proposed a compromise to the system. The system panicked instantly: "Host! Absolutely not! Backing out of a completed mission triggers catastrophic consequences!" Me: "What kind of consequences?" The system urged: "There have been hosts before who tried to sabotage their missions to stay behind. In the end, they were violently rejected by the universe and forcefully deported back to their original world." Back then, I thought to myself: The worst-case scenario is just being deported back to reality. At worst, I just go back to being a dying cancer patient. I had to fight for my own happiness. I couldn't live with the regret. ... 06 But after that... Caleb started suffering an endless series of bizarre, escalating accidents. At first, it was minor things—slicing his finger open while sharpening a pencil. Tripping over flat pavement and scraping his knees raw. Then, while conducting a routine inspection at a construction site, a loose steel beam fell from above and slammed directly into his head. Thank God he was wearing a hard hat; he escaped with just a concussion. I lived every single day wrapped in absolute, suffocating terror. Caleb, ironically, tried to comfort me, brushing them off as freak accidents. But then, while driving to pick me up from work, his car was hit head-on by a driver going the wrong way down a one-way street. I heard the vehicle was completely pulverized, compressed into a heap of scrap metal. I frantically sprinted to the hospital, only to see Caleb lying in the ICU, fresh out of major surgery. His head was fully wrapped in white gauze, stained with bright crimson blood. One arm and one leg were suspended in heavy traction. My heart shattered into a million pieces, and tears instantly flooded my face. System: "Host, you do not belong to this world. You aren't bound by the physical rules here, but the narrative backlash will manifest randomly onto him..." Watching my eyes turn bloodshot from crying, it added softly, "Don't worry. He's the male lead. The plot armor won't let him die." He wouldn't die, yes. But he would bleed. He would scream in pain. He would suffer. The system continued: "We are completely out of time. The female lead is landing tomorrow. It's too late to swap in a backup host to replace you. Look..." If I refused to break his heart, Caleb would continue to face an endless cycle of near-fatal accidents. Until I walked away. They knew exactly how to twist the knife in my heart. After running in circles, I was forced back to the exact same starting line. I looked at Caleb lying on the bed, hooked up to a dozen beeping monitors and IV lines, his face ghostly pale from blood loss. I dug my fingernails deep into the palms of my hands. And made the most agonizing choice of my life. "I will leave." 07 When I returned to my original world, my body miraculously healed. But then I discovered I was pregnant. It was Caleb's child. I was overjoyed. I was carrying a piece of the man I loved more than life itself. Leo was born prematurely. On the day of his birth, the system briefly flickered back into existence. It told me Leo didn't belong to the laws of this universe and would be incredibly difficult to keep alive. I didn't care. I loved him. No matter how fragile he was, I was going to raise him. I became just like any other single, first-time mother. I learned how to meticulously care for him, protecting his fragile life with everything I had. But Leo was infinitely weaker than normal children. At best, he suffered from constant, relentless fevers and colds. At worst, he would slip into deep, catatonic slumbers for days, unable to wake up. I practically lived at the hospital, running between clinics. Until he turned five. He collapsed in the living room again, and I rushed him to the ER. This time, he didn't wake up. The doctors told me they couldn't find a medical cause. His vitals were fading by the hour. ... And that was when the system appeared once more.
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