---- on her son's level-she would watch cartoons late into the night, make up excuses to teachers for missed classes, and engage in so-called "happy education." Unsurprisingly, this portrayal resonated with other children, drawing in young viewers. But parents? Not so much. Furious, they reported the account for promoting unhealthy behaviors and undermining proper values. The account was swiftly banned, and with it, Subject Two's ill-conceived dream crumbled. The system elaborated on its final judgment: [A good mother guides her child toward the formation of sound principles. Subject Two failed to meet this standard. Additionally, Subject Two allowed excessive consumption of unhealthy food.] Indeed, many of their videos featured binge-eating snacks and guzzling sugary drinks. The shoots often required multiple takes, meaning they consumed far more off-camera than on. ---- Back at the judgment bench, Sean's consciousness returned to his original body. His eyes brimmed with tears as he sobbed uncontrollably. "Mom, I was wrong. I understand now how hard it is to take care of me. Please... just give me one more chance!" I didn't move. Damion dashed in front of Sean, desperation etched into every line of his face. "Honey, we've got 2 million dollars now. Let's live a good life together. I promise I'll treat you right from now on. Please, don't make me go through this, okay?" The audience erupted in jeers and mocking whistles, but Damion's shamelessness was boundless. He pressed on, his voice rising to be heard over the crowd. "I swear, from now on, I'll do all the housework. I'll never do anything to hurt you again. I promise on my life!" I shook my head and turned to the system. "No need to play the footage of how I treated Sean. Damion's performance will reveal it all soon enough." ---- Damion burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, but it was futile. His body stiffened. Then, the projection began: his consciousness living my life as Subject Three. I couldn't suppress a grin. Reform himself? Please. I didn't buy it for a second. After all, I'd already secured 2 million, and another 1 million was just around the corner. A guaranteed fortune and a figuratively dead husband? That beat Damion's worthless repentance any day. The audience watched, wide-eyed, as the reel of my 12 years of married life unfolded. Damion and I had married for love, or so I thought. After working for two years and saving a substantial sum, I handed every cent to my mother to repay her for raising me. In doing so, I severed all financial ties with my past and her. Shortly after, I met Damion. We were equals on paper -same financial standing, same dreams. We fell in love and got married. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!