An accident or illness would only sadden Ariana for a short while.

I wanted her to feel guilt, to regret how she treated me during this time.

I wanted her to hear my heartbeat every time she got close to Marvin in the future.

The System fell silent for a moment.

"Host, are you sure? What if Ariana doesn't care?"

I let out a resigned chuckle.

"She wouldn't. I know Ariana well. She'd be devastated even if she lost a pet," I said.

After all, I had donated my heart to her beloved.

I wanted her to regret it for the rest of her life.

"In that case, let me spice things up for you."

"Spice things up? How?"

"Let's make it so that the cause of death is a car accident on the way to an early diagnosis of stomach cancer, and Ariana is the indirect cause of the accident.

"So, if she knows you donated your heart, she'll feel even more guilty. She needs to understand that it's her fault you died. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have had to leave this world."

"Alright."

I thought, "Becoming a doctor has always been Ariana's dream since her school days.

Her ideal is to save lives, but how will she feel if she learns she has indirectly caused someone's death, especially someone close to her?

And to make matters worse, that person has donated his heart to her beloved."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Once she knew the truth, she'd be living in a state of despair and guilt for the rest of her life.

3

I had forfeited my chance, so the System began to accelerate the erasure process.

The moment I woke up the next morning, I felt a gnawing discomfort in my abdomen.

The System chimed in, its tone dispassionate as always, "It's just early-stage stomach cancer. If treated promptly, you'll be just fine."

"If Ariana wavers even slightly in her obsession with Marvin, that car accident won't occur."

I realized the System was offering me an escape route.

But I was prepared to disappoint it.

Only by letting everything unfold as it was meant to would Ariana feel the full weight of her pain.

The pain in my stomach intensified, and soon, I broke into a cold sweat before slipping back into unconsciousness.

Time passed—how long, I couldn't say—until I was jolted awake by the shrill ring of my phone.

Rubbing my eyes, I noticed a few missed calls from Ariana.

Just as I was about to dial her back, I heard the sound of a keypad being tapped at the front door.

She walked in, dragging a massive suitcase behind her.