You’ll Stay With Me, Won’t You?

Summary

To ensure the heroine's successful conquest, the System faked my death.

I woke up six years later.

Penniless, I stood on the street, the hero and heroine already living a blissful life. I'd just escaped a fire, so disheveled I’d lost a shoe.

Feeling a bit lost, I messaged Henry Darcy.

"…Could you pick me up?"

The call came back quickly.

But it wasn't Henry speaking.

A child’s voice, after a moment of silence, spoke with forced aloofness:

"Oh, another one pretending to be my mom."