The Bomb Disposal Mission Failed, Yet the Bomb Expert's Wife Snatched the Only Blast Shield from My Hands and Gave It to Her First Love

"I failed the bomb disposal mission, and my wife, also a bomb disposal expert, snatched the only blast shield from my hands and gave it to her first love. I grabbed my wife's hand and begged pitifully. She shook me off with a jerk. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you, what do you need the blast shield for?" "Jack's body is already weak and can't withstand any impact. Two blast shields are the safest option!" But she didn't know that the system had only given me two chances to revive. One chance I used up, unable to resist her pleas to save her first love. The other I used last year on a mission to save her when she was on the brink of death. Today, I was truly going to die. 1 After the bomb exploded, the entire room became an inferno, with towering flames instantly engulfing my body. The last image before my eyes was of my wife, Rachel, using the blast shield that originally belonged to me to protect her first love, Jack. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a spirit form, following Rachel. At that moment, she was tenderly blowing on Jack's hand, which had been slightly singed by the flames, her face full of concern. "Jack, your hand is all red. Let's go to the hospital quickly to get it bandaged." Hearing this, my heart felt as if it had been soaked in vinegar, unbearably sour. Anyone who saw this scene would comment on the deep affection between the two. But this woman was my wife of three years. She had never shown such a concerned expression for me. The redness on Jack's palm was barely visible unless you looked closely, yet Rachel was so worried. When I was engulfed in flames, she didn't even spare me a glance. Jack looked scared. "Rachel, it's just a small injury, nothing serious. It's a good thing you were there, or I would have been seriously hurt for sure." Rachel still looked tense: "Who says it's a small injury? What if there's some internal damage? I won't be at ease until a doctor checks it out." With that, she immediately took Jack's hand and walked towards the exit, her usually calm face full of anxiety. Before getting into the car, Emily, a colleague from the same team, stopped her with a frown: "Luke is still at the scene and hasn't come out. The bomb just exploded, could something have happened to him?" Hearing my name, Rachel's expression instantly turned to disgust, her face full of impatience. "What could happen? That selfish bastard values his life too much, he's probably hiding somewhere." "Get out of the way quickly, Jack needs to go to the hospital, we can't delay." From leaving the explosion site until now, Rachel hadn't mentioned me once, hadn't shown any concern for my safety. Even when someone else worried that something might have happened to me, she had to belittle me. I must be quite a failure as a husband in her heart. Rachel pushed Emily aside and got into the car with Jack, heading straight to the hospital, ignoring Emily's calls behind them. At the hospital, after the examinati...