After Dying 98 Times for Him, I Finally Let Go

This was my ninety-ninth loop.

The wall clock said eight in the evening. In three hours, Serena, his true love, would slit her wrists. He'd rush out like a madman. And When tried to stop him, an out-of-control truck would reduce me to a bloody mess.

This time, I wasn't going to stop him.

I even thoughtfully placed his car keys on the console table by the entryway, poured myself a glass of red wine, and waited quietly for the call to come.

The system's icy voice exploded in my mind. "Warning! Host is slacking off. This is your last loop.