Chapter 1

On the third day after I broke off my engagement, my ex-fiancé committed suicide in our would-be marital home, leaving all his assets to me.

As I sorted through his belongings, I saw walls covered in photos of me and bloodstains on the floor.

His assistant told me: "The boss had loved you for many years. His depression was severe - only seeing you or thinking of you could make him feel a little better..."

Each revelation was more shocking and suffocating than the last, yet strangely heartbreaking.

So when I got a second chance at life, I smiled and refused my childhood friend's plan for me to break the engagement.

"I'm not leaving," I said.

I wanted to see just how foolish this man who loved me so desperately could be.

Adrian died on the third day after I broke off our engagement.

My father and brother had just left his estate after regretfully informing him about my decision when they received news that Adrian had slit his wrists.

He was pronounced dead at the scene.

The will he had prepared long ago left all his assets to me.

When I received my brother's call in North America, my expression gradually froze.

In my eyes, Adrian was just a stranger who had suddenly appeared demanding marriage. I didn't know him at all.

But every new piece of information seemed to suggest that he had loved me deeply for many years.