Love Finally Finds its Way

My childhood sweetheart’s ideal woman committed suicide simply because he married me. In the thirty years of our marriage, we most often cursed each other with a terrible death.

We had a huge fight on the day I died. Before slamming the door, he poisoned my tea. The moment the poison took effect, I knew it was him. I,clung to my last breath, waited for him to return, and stabbed him in the abdomen, wanting him to join me in hell.

But as I lay dying, I overheard him stopping his men from killing me. With his last breath, he said, “Give her the antidote I found.

After I die, you must continue investigating who has been poisoning her. And… when she wakes up, don’t tell this crazy woman that I was the one who found the antidote.”

Hearing those words, I closed my eyes and shed a tear. Only at the very end did I understand how terribly wrong we had been.

Whether it was divine mercy or not, I was reborn. After my rebirth, I decisively changed my university application to study abroad, on the other side of the ocean.

I thought that from then on, the world would be vast and free, and he and his beloved could live happily ever after without me.