The damn Plot System had spent months forcing me to chase a toxic loser, all while leaving my actual husband from an arranged marriage out in the cold.
But now, the System was crashing, and this absolute trainwreck of a life was dumped right back into my hands.
I opened my eyes. The flashing lights of the VIP club gave me a splitting headache, and the air reeked of expensive liquor. Right on cue, a cold, mechanical voice pinged inside my head.
