Chapter 1

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.

I dropped the knife and walked out of the room.

Before Sebastian moved Melissa into our marital bedroom, I signed my name on the divorce papers.

When I felt the pain, I realized I had been reborn. The memories before my death kept flashing through my mind.

I had tried to kill myself entirely because half an hour earlier, I had received a message from Melissa.

A photo---her on top, Sebastian below, in an extremely intimate position, and in the car no less, that narrow and quiet space.

I was furious.

I frantically called Sebastian. He didn't answer. When I called several more times in succession, he hung up directly.

Everyone in the capital knew that I loved Sebastian like my life depended on it, that I couldn't live without him.

I even earned the nickname "yandere beauty Charlotte."

At that moment, the thought of Sebastian doing those things with another woman drove me truly insane.

I quickly created a SnapChat group, pulled in all our mutual friends, and declared I was going to kill myself.

Everyone in the group urged me to calm down.

Only Sebastian sent a cold message: "Whatever."

I desperately wanted to extract even a tiny bit of love from Sebastian, so I actually live-streamed slitting my wrists.

In the video, all our friends were shocked.

Sebastian finally reacted. He cursed me under his breath, calling me a psycho, and rushed back.

He finally came back from that other woman's side.

How wonderful.

He could only be mine and mine alone.

But I had cut too deep. I really died.

Floating in the air, I was desperate to see Sebastian awaken to his love for me, to see if he would hold my corpse in agony. But he did nothing and had me cremated.

A month later, he even married Melissa, who seized my position as the rightful Mrs. Whitmore.

This suicide made me understand: loving myself is better than loving a man.

Sebastian, I'm done loving you.

The text message from Melissa was still on my phone. I wasn't polite in my reply.

"Sebastian likes passive, delicate girls. He doesn't like slutty ones like you."

She went silent.

I walked out of the bathroom and threw everything I had prepared for suicide into the trash.

Following Sebastian around for ten years, constantly begging him for that tiny bit of love, only to trap myself for the rest of my life---it really wasn't worth it.

I sent Sebastian a text message.

"The divorce papers only need your signature."