I Broke the Pact, He Lost Everything

I was the last witch alive. To protect my powerless husband, Kyle, I secretly bound us with a sacrificial marriage pact, trading my lifespan, pain, and memories for his strength and glory. Seven years later, he became a war god worshipped by millions. But he gave all the credit to his mistress, Cassandra, and humiliated me in public. My heart finally died, so I chose to break the pact. On the night of the celebration, enemy forces attacked. Kyle’s power vanished, and his old wounds and the poison in his body struck back all at once. As a battle-axe came crashing toward his chest, everyone finally saw the truth. The war god they had worshipped for years couldn’t survive a single blow.