After the bomb exploded, the entire room turned into a sea of fire. Flames shot skyward, instantly engulfing my body.The last image I saw was my wife, Harriet Philips, holding my blast shield firmly in front of Jeremy Sawyer, her first love.When I regained consciousness, I had become a spirit tethered to Harriet's side. She was holding Jeremy's hand, which was slightly scorched by the flames, and gently blowing on it."Jeremy, your hand is all red from the burn. Let's hurry to the hospital to get it bandaged," she said with utmost concern.Upon hearing this, a wave of bitterness flooded my heart.Anyone could see the deep and affectionate bond between them. However, Harriet had been my wife for three years. Ironically, she had never shown such anxiety or concern for me.The redness on Jeremy's hand was barely noticeable, but Harriet was overly worried. In contrast, she hadn't spared me a glance when I was engulfed in flames.Jeremy seemed to be recovering from immense fear and
I was a transmigrator who came to this world to complete a mission. My mission was simple—marry Harriet. The year I met her, we were both rookies in the police force's bomb disposal unit. At that time, Jeremy had abruptly broken up with her before leaving for abroad, and Harriet was in a constant daze.I stayed by her side at all times. Slowly, I helped her heal and get over the heartbreak.Three years later, our relationship progressed naturally, and we got married. With that, my mission was successfully completed. The system rewarded me by allowing me to remain in this world and gave me two chances to be resurrected.By then, I had truly fallen in love with Harriet.I believed that honesty was important between husband and wife, so I told her everything about the system without reservation.I had even said jokingly, "No matter what happens, I won't die. I'll stay with you until we're old."But I never expected that this statement would ultimately become my undoing.Not lon
Jeremy looked at Harriet like he had something to say, but he ultimately held himself back.Harriet tapped his forehead lightly and spoke in a doting tone. "Come on, Jeremy. Is there anything that you can't tell me?"Jeremy clenched his fists wordlessly as if mustering his courage to speak. Finally, he said, "Hatty, Aaron has always been the ace of the bomb disposal unit. With you assisting him this time, how could the bomb have exploded? Could it be that…"He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence, leaving room for endless speculation.A wave of fury surged within me, and I clenched my hands into fists. I fervently wished that I could charge forward and give him a good punch.Even after my death, Jeremy was still trying to besmirch me at every turn. He was planting seeds of doubt in Harriet's mind.As a police officer, I understood my duty and never allowed personal feelings to interfere with my work. Even though I already knew Harriet didn't love me, I thought she would at
After leaving the hospital, Harriet took Jeremy straight to our home. She came up with the excuse that his injury made it inconvenient for him to manage his daily life on his own to justify taking him back with her.As soon as they entered the house, Jeremy took out a pair of indoor slippers and even found the remote control to turn on the television without so much as looking around. His smooth actions and familiarity with the surroundings made one thing painfully clear—Harriet had brought him to our home many times before.Harriet went to the kitchen to start cooking, muttering to herself as she listed out Jeremy's favorite dishes. Jeremy watched her with a gentle gaze and said warmly, "It's been such a long time since I've tasted your cooking, Hatty."In the three years of our marriage, Harriet had never cooked even once. She always claimed that she didn't know how. Back then, I didn't mind and took on the cooking and all the other household chores myself.Now, I could see t
My body had been burned beyond recognition by the fire from the explosion. All that remained was a charred corpse that resembled a lump of charcoal.I turned my head away, unable to bear the sight of the horrifying sight of my own remains. Even now, I could still vividly recall the scene during the explosion.The shockwave from the blast had shattered my internal organs. Blood had gushed out continuously from the corners of my mouth. The raging flames engulfed me, turning me into a fireball. My body had already gone numb from the intense pain that it no longer hurt.At that moment, Harriet had stood firmly in front of Jeremy, holding the blast shield that belonged to me. Even in death, I hadn't spared me a single glace, and I was supposed to be her husband.Harriet's pupils contracted, and she instinctively took a few steps back while mumbling, "This… This can't be true. You must have made a mistake! Aaron can't be dead. I'll call him right now and have him come back immediately."
Samson patted Harriet's shoulder to comfort her. "I know this is hard for you to accept. The team is giving you a few days off. Go home and get some rest. Once again, my condolences."After taking my remains to be cremated, Harriet returned home in a daze. She sank into the couch, clutching the urn with a blank look.When Jeremy saw the urn in her hands, a glimmer of delight quickly flashed through his eyes. Nevertheless, he quickly concealed it and displayed an expression of disbelief on his face.He exclaimed, "Hatty, is that… Is that Aaron's ashes? Didn't he make it?"Harriet stammered, her words disjointed. "Jeremy… I-I didn't think he would die. He had the system, you know…"Jeremy rolled his eyes subtly but deftly replaced it with a sorrowful expression. He put an arm around Harriet's shoulder as if burdened by guilt."Hatty," he said softly, "this isn't your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's me. If it weren't for me, Aaron wouldn't have lost his senses and tampered with t
I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "You were right. In Harriet's heart, I will never compare to Jeremy. Take me away from this world. I can't stay here another second."The system's tone was one of exasperation. "Are you going to let them off so easily? You saved their lives. Not only are they ungrateful, but they also caused your death and tarnished your name. Don't you want revenge?"I fell silent. Although I had come to this world to complete a mission, my love for Harriet had been genuine. I had given her my whole heart.I could never forget the day she was injured. Seeing her covered in blood had made me feel as though my heart had stopped. When the doctor had declared there was no hope of saving her, my knees had nearly given out.Despite the system's repeated attempts to dissuade me, I had insisted on giving my final chance at resurrection to Harriet.When she woke up, we experienced the happiest time together before Jeremy's return. I had thought that was our happ
The room immediately fell silent. Even I was confused by what was happening."Just wait and watch," the system said, piquing my curiosity. What exactly had Jeremy done?Harriet was the first to react. She stepped in front of Jeremy just as she had on the day of the explosion. "Chief, what nonsense is this? Jeremy has been with me these past few days. There's no way he could have done something like this!"Jeremy showed no fear either. "Exactly! If you keep making baseless accusations, I'll sue you for defamation!"Samson gave Harriet a complicated look. Then, he took out his phone and played a video. It was the surveillance footage from the explosion site. It revealed that Jeremy had orchestrated the whole act. He had called the police to report that he was being targeted and strapped to a bomb.When I was defusing the bomb, it was Jeremy who had seized the right moment to press the countdown button, triggering the explosion.It suddenly all made sense to me.No wonder the b
The collection of evidence tore apart Jeremy's pretense.With a pained expression, he grabbed Harriet's hand and said pitifully, "Hatty, I didn't want to hurt him, but every time I thought about you being with Aaron every day, I was consumed by jealousy. I couldn't control myself."I was stunned by Jeremy's shamelessness. Even now, he still had the audacity to make excuses.But the ridiculous part was that Harriet believed him.Her tears gradually stopped, and a look of confusion appeared on her face. "But you still shouldn't have killed Aaron. I…"Jeremy seized the opportunity. "Hatty, you're Aaron's wife. As long as you forgive me, I'll be fine. Everything I did was for us to be together. I know I've wronged Aaron. I promise I'll honor him every year on his death anniversary."Harriet's resolve began to waver.I watched everything unfold. Even though I had long known of Harriet's double standards, my heart still ached.I had been by her side for six years. Did those years mea
The room immediately fell silent. Even I was confused by what was happening."Just wait and watch," the system said, piquing my curiosity. What exactly had Jeremy done?Harriet was the first to react. She stepped in front of Jeremy just as she had on the day of the explosion. "Chief, what nonsense is this? Jeremy has been with me these past few days. There's no way he could have done something like this!"Jeremy showed no fear either. "Exactly! If you keep making baseless accusations, I'll sue you for defamation!"Samson gave Harriet a complicated look. Then, he took out his phone and played a video. It was the surveillance footage from the explosion site. It revealed that Jeremy had orchestrated the whole act. He had called the police to report that he was being targeted and strapped to a bomb.When I was defusing the bomb, it was Jeremy who had seized the right moment to press the countdown button, triggering the explosion.It suddenly all made sense to me.No wonder the b
I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "You were right. In Harriet's heart, I will never compare to Jeremy. Take me away from this world. I can't stay here another second."The system's tone was one of exasperation. "Are you going to let them off so easily? You saved their lives. Not only are they ungrateful, but they also caused your death and tarnished your name. Don't you want revenge?"I fell silent. Although I had come to this world to complete a mission, my love for Harriet had been genuine. I had given her my whole heart.I could never forget the day she was injured. Seeing her covered in blood had made me feel as though my heart had stopped. When the doctor had declared there was no hope of saving her, my knees had nearly given out.Despite the system's repeated attempts to dissuade me, I had insisted on giving my final chance at resurrection to Harriet.When she woke up, we experienced the happiest time together before Jeremy's return. I had thought that was our happ
Samson patted Harriet's shoulder to comfort her. "I know this is hard for you to accept. The team is giving you a few days off. Go home and get some rest. Once again, my condolences."After taking my remains to be cremated, Harriet returned home in a daze. She sank into the couch, clutching the urn with a blank look.When Jeremy saw the urn in her hands, a glimmer of delight quickly flashed through his eyes. Nevertheless, he quickly concealed it and displayed an expression of disbelief on his face.He exclaimed, "Hatty, is that… Is that Aaron's ashes? Didn't he make it?"Harriet stammered, her words disjointed. "Jeremy… I-I didn't think he would die. He had the system, you know…"Jeremy rolled his eyes subtly but deftly replaced it with a sorrowful expression. He put an arm around Harriet's shoulder as if burdened by guilt."Hatty," he said softly, "this isn't your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's me. If it weren't for me, Aaron wouldn't have lost his senses and tampered with t
My body had been burned beyond recognition by the fire from the explosion. All that remained was a charred corpse that resembled a lump of charcoal.I turned my head away, unable to bear the sight of the horrifying sight of my own remains. Even now, I could still vividly recall the scene during the explosion.The shockwave from the blast had shattered my internal organs. Blood had gushed out continuously from the corners of my mouth. The raging flames engulfed me, turning me into a fireball. My body had already gone numb from the intense pain that it no longer hurt.At that moment, Harriet had stood firmly in front of Jeremy, holding the blast shield that belonged to me. Even in death, I hadn't spared me a single glace, and I was supposed to be her husband.Harriet's pupils contracted, and she instinctively took a few steps back while mumbling, "This… This can't be true. You must have made a mistake! Aaron can't be dead. I'll call him right now and have him come back immediately."
After leaving the hospital, Harriet took Jeremy straight to our home. She came up with the excuse that his injury made it inconvenient for him to manage his daily life on his own to justify taking him back with her.As soon as they entered the house, Jeremy took out a pair of indoor slippers and even found the remote control to turn on the television without so much as looking around. His smooth actions and familiarity with the surroundings made one thing painfully clear—Harriet had brought him to our home many times before.Harriet went to the kitchen to start cooking, muttering to herself as she listed out Jeremy's favorite dishes. Jeremy watched her with a gentle gaze and said warmly, "It's been such a long time since I've tasted your cooking, Hatty."In the three years of our marriage, Harriet had never cooked even once. She always claimed that she didn't know how. Back then, I didn't mind and took on the cooking and all the other household chores myself.Now, I could see t
Jeremy looked at Harriet like he had something to say, but he ultimately held himself back.Harriet tapped his forehead lightly and spoke in a doting tone. "Come on, Jeremy. Is there anything that you can't tell me?"Jeremy clenched his fists wordlessly as if mustering his courage to speak. Finally, he said, "Hatty, Aaron has always been the ace of the bomb disposal unit. With you assisting him this time, how could the bomb have exploded? Could it be that…"He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence, leaving room for endless speculation.A wave of fury surged within me, and I clenched my hands into fists. I fervently wished that I could charge forward and give him a good punch.Even after my death, Jeremy was still trying to besmirch me at every turn. He was planting seeds of doubt in Harriet's mind.As a police officer, I understood my duty and never allowed personal feelings to interfere with my work. Even though I already knew Harriet didn't love me, I thought she would at
I was a transmigrator who came to this world to complete a mission. My mission was simple—marry Harriet. The year I met her, we were both rookies in the police force's bomb disposal unit. At that time, Jeremy had abruptly broken up with her before leaving for abroad, and Harriet was in a constant daze.I stayed by her side at all times. Slowly, I helped her heal and get over the heartbreak.Three years later, our relationship progressed naturally, and we got married. With that, my mission was successfully completed. The system rewarded me by allowing me to remain in this world and gave me two chances to be resurrected.By then, I had truly fallen in love with Harriet.I believed that honesty was important between husband and wife, so I told her everything about the system without reservation.I had even said jokingly, "No matter what happens, I won't die. I'll stay with you until we're old."But I never expected that this statement would ultimately become my undoing.Not lon
After the bomb exploded, the entire room turned into a sea of fire. Flames shot skyward, instantly engulfing my body.The last image I saw was my wife, Harriet Philips, holding my blast shield firmly in front of Jeremy Sawyer, her first love.When I regained consciousness, I had become a spirit tethered to Harriet's side. She was holding Jeremy's hand, which was slightly scorched by the flames, and gently blowing on it."Jeremy, your hand is all red from the burn. Let's hurry to the hospital to get it bandaged," she said with utmost concern.Upon hearing this, a wave of bitterness flooded my heart.Anyone could see the deep and affectionate bond between them. However, Harriet had been my wife for three years. Ironically, she had never shown such anxiety or concern for me.The redness on Jeremy's hand was barely noticeable, but Harriet was overly worried. In contrast, she hadn't spared me a glance when I was engulfed in flames.Jeremy seemed to be recovering from immense fear and