Perfect Wife No More: I Unleashed Hell Chapter 04

Perfect Wife No More: I Unleashed Hell Chapter 04 He Doesn’t Love You

I asked myself deep down-did I love Arthur?

I did.

I loved him recklessly-so much that I chose to ask the system to let me stay in this world.

But now, I didn’t.

In our relationship, he was the one who gave up first.

He once blew a fortune on some no-name model, renting out an entire island just to celebrate her birthday

He’d also let a hostess splash red wine on me in public, watching me humiliated without lifting a finger.

I stayed awake through countless nights waiting for him, while he partied till dawn with different women.

Flirty texts. Intimate photos. Explicit voice recordings.

I watched the progress drop from ninety-nine percent to one, step by step.

And on a stormy night filled with thunder, it hit zero.

Maybe it was because Arthur’s change began the moment he overheard the system mission.

The system felt guilty and gave me a second chance.

As long as I became his perfect partner, I could still complete the mission and return to my original world.

I hesitated-until the system said, “He doesn’t love you. You need to love yourself.

“Be the wife he wants. Finish the mission. And you’ll be free again.”

Yeah. He didn’t love me anymore.

The Arthur who once stood in the snow all night, begging for my forgiveness, was gone.

I agreed.

The system stripped away every memory tied to love, leaving behind only programmed tenderness.

Anger and resentment vanished completely.

Obedience and understanding took over my nerves.

I looked at Arthur, his face streaked with tears, and asked softly, “Arthur, what’s wrong?

“Isn’t this the answer you always wanted?”

The fear on Arthur’s face was spilling over.

He gripped my arm so hard that his nails almost dug into my skin. “No. This isn’t right. You were never like

this before.”

He rambled, tears dropping one after another.

The system alert sounded. “Perfect Partner Score dropping. Adjust strategy immediately.”

I switched expressions instantly and pulled out the divorce papers I’d prepared long ago. “If you still think this isn’t enough…

“Let’s get divorced. I’ll give the position of Mrs. Harrington to Miss Garrison.”

Arthur let go as if he’d been burned.

He staggered back and slammed into the wardrobe.

The perfect score kept dropping. The system recalculated frantically.

Finally, it issued a new command.

My movements softened instantly as I said, “I could also love you.”

I opened my arms and gently wrapped them around Arthur’s waist.

But this time, the system was wrong again.

Arthur shoved me away. Glass shards flew everywhere.

He stared at me with fear and unfamiliarity.

As if the one standing before him wasn’t his wife, but something else wearing her body.

Four years together. Three years married.

With how well Arthur knew me, he knew this wasn’t who I was.

Maybe my love for him started with the mission.

Or maybe it was worn down by betrayal after betrayal.

But I always had an independent, burning soul.

I’d rather burn everything down than grovel like this.

But now I was like a robot, fully programmed. Perfect-buy soulless.

The system detected that my hug didn’t please Arthur-instead, it triggered negative emotions.

That was inevitable.

The human heart was far too complicated.

A programmed perfect partner was always gentle, always considerate.

But it can never truly understand the subtlety and conflict of human emotions.

I looked at Arthur quietly. He looked back at me.

“Who… who are you, really?” Arthur asked.