His Canary Gave Birth, and I Leapt to My Death Chapter 1

In the tenth year of our marriage, I fell out of love with my husband.

I began to loathe his embraces, his kisses, his touch. Even the thought of handling his belongings filled me with a sickening revulsion.

The day the chandelier fell, his first instinct was to shield his female secretary.

The System watched me with pity.

[Host has been detected as abandoned by the male lead ninety-nine times. The next instance will result in repatriation to your original world.]

I breathed a sigh of relief.

No one knew.

I was the one who had deliberately loosened the chandelier wire.

* * *

When I arrived, Tanya was feeding Vincent his medicine.

Seeing me, the man spoke in a flat tone.

"Give the medicine to my wife. You can leave."

Tanya's eyes immediately reddened. She looked at Vincent, her face a mask of wounded vulnerability.

He showed no sign of softening.

"Leave."

Tanya put down the bowl and fled the room in tears.

I spoke calmly. "Why bother with this act for my benefit, Vincent? It's only going to take you more effort to comfort her later."

He lowered his gaze, motioning for me to take Tanya's place.

Suppressing a wave of nausea, I scooped up the herbal medicine and brought the spoon to his lips.

He was handsome. Devastatingly so. So handsome that women at his company, fully aware he was married, still threw themselves at him.

Tanya was one of them.

I, too, had once been utterly captivated. During nights wrapped in his arms, my fingers would trace the sharp, perfect lines of his jaw, his brow, his cheekbones, over and over.

But now, it took every ounce of my self-control not to vomit at the sight of his face.

"I wasn't saving Tanya," he said, his hand moving to stroke my hair. "I was saving the child in her womb."

He looked at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. "The child is innocent, isn't it, Helena?"

I took a step back. "Can I go now?"

Vincent frowned. "I'm your husband, lying here in a hospital bed. Where else would you go?"

A ghost of a smile touched my lips. "If I leave, your perfect little family of three can finally be reunited."

His jaw tightened, a flicker of anger in his eyes. But then he sighed, the anger dissolving into a familiar, weary resignation.

"Helena Shen," he murmured, "you only act this way because you know how much I love you."