Part 3After Binding the Deathwish System, the Tables Turned

She stared at me, her eyes filled with a look of utter unfamiliarity, as if I were a complete stranger.

“What have you become? If I had known you were this unreasonable, back then…”

I cut her off. “If I had known you were no better than a public toilet, I never would have saved you!”

Years ago, Vivian’s family went bankrupt. Her father jumped from a skyscraper, and her mother followed him in death. Creditors broke her leg and threw her into the sea. I was a fisherman back then. I found her and brought her home.

I thought that with just the two of us, we could at least find warmth in each other.

But Adrian’s return had turned our eight-year marriage into a joke.

The system’s prophecies and interventions had thrown my life into chaos.

Looking at the drenched, stunned Vivian, for the first time, I regretted that day.

Suddenly, Adrian cried out. He stumbled, catching himself on the desk.

“Vivian, I feel dizzy.”

Without even wiping the water from her face, Vivian turned and rushed to his side, helping him to the sofa. She didn’t spare me a single glance.

I turned to leave, but she stopped me. “Adrian fainted because of you. Don’t you move!”

She buzzed for her private doctor. After hearing Vivian’s instructions, the doctor wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“Ms. Levy, while you and Mr. Levy are both Type A, anemia doesn’t necessarily require a blood transfusion.”

“And even if it did, we could…”

“That’s too much trouble,” Vivian’s voice was glacial. “Ethan dared to lay a hand on him, so he can take responsibility.”

“Just draw his blood.”

The system urged me on. “Don’t just stand there. Time to make a scene!”

I dug my nails into my palm, then threw open the office door.

“Urgently seeking Type A blood!” I shouted into the bustling office. “Ten thousand dollars for a pint!”

I turned back to face Vivian’s shocked expression. “What, you’re not willing to part with a little cash for him?”

From down the hall, employees started to gather.

“Ms. Levy, sir, I’m Type A! I even have my donor card. Is it really ten thousand dollars for a pint?”

I smiled. “Our CEO is in a hurry to save Mr. Levy. The more, the merrier.”

With that, I pushed through the crowd and went straight home.

Under the system’s guidance, I spent the rest of the day drafting a new divorce agreement.

It was two in the morning when Vivian finally came home, smelling of a cologne I’d always hated. She had already forgotten.

She picked up the agreement I’d drafted and let out a series of cold, mocking laughs.

“Ethan, asking me to leave with nothing? Have you lost your mind?”

She tossed a document at me—a voluntary organ donation form. “No more games. Either you sign this, or I’ll have someone sign it for you.”

I opened it. Just as I expected. She wanted my kidney.

Vivian scribbled on the divorce agreement. “Adrian is having health problems. Help him. Think of it as helping me.”

“As a thank you, I’ll give you a million dollars.”

She stared at me coldly. “Don’t be greedy. Don’t make me think you had ulterior motives when you saved me all those years ago.”

Perhaps she was too confident. After that, she went into the master bedroom to sleep. A cold wind blew in from the window, and a chill ran down my spine.

Following the system’s command, I opened the laptop in the study.

Vivian’s social media password was easy to guess: the date Adrian left the country. She had once tattooed that string of numbers on her ankle.

I took a picture of the organ donation agreement and posted it online.

The caption read: High price for a matching kidney, $1 million. Serious inquiries only.

Below it, I posted Vivian’s phone number.