Chapter 1

The moment the explosion went off, my wife snatched the blast shield that was supposed to be mine and turned to protect her first love.

Three years of marriage. Six years fighting side by side. She never even looked back at me.

She thought I was under a Curse—that I couldn’t die.

She thought all my compromises, all my sacrifices, were simply my duty.

She didn’t know—

that in that moment, what she handed away with her own hands

was the last of the lives bound by that Curse.

After the bomb exploded, the entire room became an inferno, with towering flames instantly engulfing my body.

The last image before my eyes was of my wife, Leah, using the blast shield that originally belonged to me to protect her first love, Justin.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a spirit form, following Leah.

At that moment, she was tenderly blowing on Justin's hand, which had been slightly singed by the flames, her face full of concern.

"Justin, your hand is all red. Let's go to the hospital quickly to get it bandaged."

Hearing this, my heart felt as if it had been soaked in vinegar, unbearably sour.

Anyone who saw this scene would comment on the deep affection between the two.

But this woman was my wife of three years.

She had never shown such a concerned expression for me.

The redness on Justin's palm was barely visible unless you looked closely, yet Leah was so worried. When I was engulfed in flames, she didn't even spare me a glance.

Justin looked scared.

"Leah, it's just a small injury, nothing serious. It's a good thing you were there, or I would have been seriously hurt for sure."

Leah still looked tense: "Who says it's a small injury? What if there's some internal damage? I won't be at ease until a doctor checks it out."

With that, she immediately took Justin's hand and walked towards the exit, her usually calm face full of anxiety.

Before getting into the car, Emily, a colleague from the same team, stopped her with a frown: "Lucas is still at the scene and hasn't come out. The bomb just exploded, could something have happened to him?"

Hearing my name, Leah's expression instantly turned to disgust, her face full of impatience.

"What could happen? That selfish bastard values his life too much, he's probably hiding somewhere."

"Get out of the way quickly, Justin needs to go to the hospital, we can't delay."

From leaving the explosion site until now, Leah hadn't mentioned me once, hadn't shown any concern for my safety.

Even when someone else worried that something might have happened to me, she had to belittle me.

I must be quite a failure as a husband in her heart.

Leah pushed Emily aside and got into the car with Justin, heading straight to the hospital, ignoring Emily's calls behind them.

At the hospital, after the examination, Justin hadn't suffered any injuries, just a small red mark on his hand where the flame had singed it.

Leah, however, acted as if it was a major crisis, insisting that the doctor must bandage it well.

Justin looked at her with emotion: "Leah, you're still so good to me."

Then he hesitated before speaking again: "Without a blast shield, will Lucas be alright? After all, he came to save me. I'll feel guilty if something happens to him."

Leah waved her hand, her words showing no concern at all.

"Lucas is under a Curse, he won't die. Your body is already not good, you can't take any injury."

"He even tried to keep the blast shield earlier, saying he would die this time. He's so selfish. He clearly has a Curse that can save him, yet he tried to trick me. I think he just can't stand seeing me being good to you. When he comes back, I'm going to have a big fight with him for sure."

By the end, Leah was full of anger, as if I had committed some terrible crime.

But I just wanted to live.

I hadn't lied to her either.

The Curse had only given me two chances to revive, and I had already used them up.