My Sacrifice Was His Excuse To Love Another

Synopsis

To cure Ryan Cole's stomach cancer, I agreed to the System's demand: become the tragic heroine of a love-hate romance novel for three years and complete every plot it assigned me. Before I left, Ryan, always so calm and composed, rarely let his eyes turn red. He held my hand and promised me over and over, "Emily, I'll behave. I'll wait for you to come back. "When you return, we'll get married." During those three years, I played the fake heiress and was locked in a correctional facility by my adoptive parents, tortured endlessly. I played the substitute and was framed and slandered by the male lead's first love. I even ran away pregnant, only to be caught and imprisoned. Three years later, the System kept its promise. Ryan's illness was gone. And I finally returned to the real world, to Ryan, whom I had missed with every breath. But there he was, standing under a dim streetlamp, holding a strange girl in a tight embrace. My tears fell without warning. No matter how hard I wiped, they wouldn't stop. Then the System suddenly asked me, "Emily, do you regret it?"