The Day My Daughter Chose Her Over Me - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The father and his two sons—once bitter rivals, destined to tear each other apart over the heroine—were no longer bound by that cruel fate. Because of me, their story changed.
In the end, the eldest took the reins of the family empire, while the youngest earned his place at an elite university.
Yet at the company's annual gala, both brothers stood before the Chairman, pleading for their father to marry the widowed heroine, Lydia, and name her the family's heiress.
"Dad and Sister Lydia have already lost more than ten years together. Mom, you should be the bigger person here."
On my husband's wedding day, I didn't scream. I didn't fight. Instead, I called upon the System—silent for so long—and whispered:
"Get me out of this hellhole."
I stood in the rain, the bridge behind me already collapsed. Old love songs crackled from the roadside speakers, the melody lingering until the last note dissolved into the storm.
Then I stepped forward, letting the freezing river swallow me whole.
I was a strategist, sent to save the antagonist and his family from destroying themselves over the heroine.
The cruel irony? Once the original male lead was gone, my own husband and sons couldn't wait to welcome his widow into our home.
The System's voice chimed in, clinical yet tinged with something almost like pity:
[Master, mission failed. Once your body in this world dies, you'll wake up in reality. But your time here is almost up. Are you certain you want to leave?]
I gave the faintest nod. If these were my final moments, I'd rather spend them with the people I loved—even if they no longer loved me back.