She Jumped, I’m Next

It was the tenth year since Chloe, my best friend, and I transmigrated to this world.

She told me that if she died, she could return to our original world.

With those words, she jumped from the top of a skyscraper.

Blood splattered all over her husband.

The man who'd been cursing her as shameless just moments before let out a guttural wail.

I, on the other hand, watched impassively as my husband, the Godfather of this mafia empire, stood next to his first love.

I think it's time for me to go home too.

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When Chloe plunged to her death in front of me, I had actually prepared myself.