The wedding day arrived exactly as Lucas had planned.

A beautiful venue.

Hundreds of guests.

A perfect bride standing beside him.

Everyone smiling.

Everyone celebrating.

Except for one person.

Me.

I stood in the corner of the room, invisible to everyone.

A ghost forced to watch the man who destroyed my life finally get everything he wanted.

Clara walked down the aisle wearing a white dress, holding Leo’s hand.

The guests whispered about how beautiful their family looked.

How perfect their story was.

Nobody knew the truth.

Nobody knew that another woman had lost everything so they could stand there.

Lucas looked happier than I had ever seen him.

And somehow, that hurt more than his cruelty.

Because I remembered a time when he looked at me that way.

A time when he promised:

“Elenа, you’re the only person I’ll ever choose.”

A lie.

Everything had become a lie.

Then the ceremony began.

The priest asked Lucas the question.

“Do you take Clara Hart to be your wife?”

Lucas smiled.

“Yes.”

The word echoed through the room.

And for a moment, I thought the system would finally release me.

He had his happy ending.

The mission was complete.

But the voice returned.

—Target happiness detected.

I froze.

—Preparing final judgment.

I waited.

Maybe this was it.

Maybe I would disappear.

Maybe I could finally rest.

Then the system continued.

—The target’s happiness is incomplete.

I stared at Lucas.

Incomplete?

Why?

Then the doors of the wedding hall opened.

Everyone turned around.

A man in a dark suit walked inside.

He was carrying a folder.

Lucas’s expression changed instantly.

Because he knew him.

“Mr. Reed,” the man said.

“I’m here regarding the custody investigation.”

The entire room became silent.

Clara’s smile disappeared.

“What custody investigation?”

The man looked at her.

“The one involving Leo’s medical records.”

My heart stopped.

Medical records?

Lucas stepped forward.

“What are you talking about?”

The lawyer opened the folder.

“Three years ago, when Leo became ill, certain documents were submitted to force an emergency procedure.”

Lucas’s face turned pale.

“What does that mean?”

The lawyer looked directly at him.

“It means someone falsified information.”

The room erupted in whispers.

Clara immediately became defensive.

“That’s impossible.”

But the lawyer continued.

“The documents claimed that there was no alternative option.”

“And that another child’s procedure could be delayed.”

My invisible hands clenched.

Mia.

They were talking about Mia.

The truth I had been trying to understand for months.

The truth about why my daughter had been chosen to suffer.

Lucas looked confused.

“No.”

He shook his head.

“That’s not what happened.”

The lawyer handed him a paper.

“Then perhaps you should read this.”

Lucas looked down.

His face changed.

Because the signature at the bottom belonged to Clara.

Not a doctor.

Not a hospital.

Clara.

She had manipulated everything.

She had made him believe there was no choice.

She had made him believe saving Leo meant sacrificing Mia.

And Lucas…

had never questioned it.

He just trusted the woman he wanted.

I watched him slowly break.

For the first time, I saw regret on his face.

Real regret.

Not guilt because he was caught.

Pain because he finally understood what he had done.

Then he whispered:

“Elena…”

Of course.

After all this time.

He finally said my name like he remembered I existed.

But I was standing right there.

And he still couldn’t see me.

Clara started crying.

“Lucas, you don’t understand.”

But he stepped away from her.

“You knew?”

She said nothing.

That silence was enough.

The guests began leaving.

The perfect wedding collapsed within minutes.

And Lucas stood alone in the middle of the room.

The man who once forced me to watch him choose another woman…

was now forced to watch everything he built fall apart.

That night, Lucas returned to the old house.

The house where Mia had once slept.

The house where I had cried alone.

He sat in the nursery for hours.

Then he whispered:

“Elena… I’m sorry.”

I stood beside him.

Close enough to touch.

But unable to do anything.

The system spoke again.

—Target has recognized regret.

—Final stage beginning.

I looked at Lucas.

“What final stage?”

The voice answered:

—The target must experience the pain caused by his choices.

Suddenly, memories began appearing around him.

Not mine.

His.

Every moment he ignored me.

Every time Mia cried and he chose Clara.

Every time he believed excuses instead of asking questions.

Lucas fell to his knees.

And for the first time, he felt everything.

The loneliness.

The guilt.

The loss.

But then the system said something that shocked me.

—There is one remaining condition.

I waited.

—The target must say goodbye to the person he lost.

I looked at Lucas.

Because I understood.

He had to see me.

Not as a wife.

Not as someone he could control.

But as the person he destroyed.

The lights in the room flickered.

Lucas slowly raised his head.

His eyes moved toward me.

For the first time in months…

he could see me.

His face collapsed.

“E-Elena?”

I stood there holding Mia’s urn.

The man who once refused to look at me…

was finally looking.

And the first thing he said was:

“I’m sorry.”

But before I could answer, the system voice returned.

—Final decision required.

—Will the host forgive the target?

I stared at Lucas.

The man who broke my heart.

The man who caused my daughter’s death.

The man who only understood my value after losing me.

And I realized…

my final choice would decide whether I remained trapped forever…

or whether I could finally let Mia and myself go.