Reborn Before the Divorce

In the third month after I married Sebastian, I slit my wrists.

When my soul floated in the air, I thought I would see him weeping bitterly, holding my corpse and kneeling before my grave day and night in repentance.

But none of that happened.

Sebastian looked at my body and said, "Disgusting."

He had no regrets, no sadness.

Instead, my death gave his non-blood-related adopted sister Melissa a position---she leapt to become Mrs. Whitmore.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn, back to the day of my suicide.

Why should I kill myself? The one who deserved to die was never me.