Too Late for Regrets, Mr. CEO

Prologue:

I spent twenty-five years chasing Zhou Heng. Finally, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

Then, on our wedding day, his ultimate “white moonlight”—the one who got away—showed up to steal the groom.

“Zhou Heng, you won the bet,” she sobbed. “I divorced him. Please… don’t marry her.”

I grabbed Zhou Heng’s sleeve, practically begging him not to leave. But finger by finger, he pried my hand away.

Apology was written all over his face, yet his feet didn’t hesitate for a second as he walked straight toward her—Ning Luo.

“I’m sorry, Vivi,” he said, looking back. “Honestly, today was only because Ning Luo said she felt damaged goods after her divorce, like she wasn’t good enough for me anymore. I was acting out of spite when I asked you to marry me. I thought… if I was a divorcee too, maybe she wouldn’t feel so insecure.”

He actually smiled, as if it all made perfect sense. “When I thought about who could help me pull this off, you were the only one I could turn to. You’re my best friend, after all.”

I stared at the man I had stayed beside for twenty-five years. Suddenly, all those years felt like a cruel, ridiculous joke. I didn’t want to say another word.

Right then, a mechanical voice echoed in my head.

[System Task: Host Conquest—FAILED.] [Target Male Lead will now be erased.]

The very next second, Zhou Heng collapsed straight into Ning Luo’s arms.

Dead on the spot.