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Three months after marrying Meng Sannian, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrist. When the soul is floating in the air. I thought I would see him crying his eyes out, going crazy all over the world looking for me, or at least kneeling by my grave day and night, hugging my body and repenting. Just like in a dead man's literature, the CEO standing at the top of the pyramid, who was chasing his lover in the crematorium, turned his hair white overnight, went bankrupt, lost everything, and still wanted to die for love. But nothing happened. Meng Sannian looked at my corpse and said, "Bad luck." He had no regrets and didn't go to the crematorium to chase after his wife. On the contrary, my death provided a position for his orphaned daughter, Meng Sisi, who immediately became Mrs. Meng. I looked down at the knife in my hand. Time went back to the day of my suicide attempt. Why should I commit suicide? It's never me who deserves to die. Drop the knife and leave the room. Before Meng Sennian moved into the marital home with Meng Sisi, I signed my name on the divorce agreement.
Chapter 1
Three months into my marriage to Rylan Dawson, I killed myself by slitting my wrists.
As my soul floated in the air, I thought Rylan would be devastated, frantically search for me everywhere, or at the very least, hold my body and kneel at my grave in remorse day and night like those melodramatic tales where the powerful CEO faces a personal downfall, losing everything overnight, even contemplating joining me in death.
But it never happened.
Rylan looked at my body and simply said, "What a nuisance!"
He felt no regret, nor did he embark on a desperate quest for his lost love.
Instead, my death conveniently paved the way for Isabel Dawson, who was an orphan and grew up in the Dawson family. She stepped into my place as Mrs. Dawson.
I glanced at the knife in my hand, and time rewound to the day of my suicide.
Why should I die? I was never the one who deserved it.
I dropped the knife and walked out of the room.
Before Rylan and Isabel could move into our marital home, I signed my name on the divorce papers.
1
When I felt the pain, I realized I had been reborn, with memories from before my death flashing in my mind.
I decided to end my life because I received a message from Isabel just half an hour ago.
It was a photo of her on top of Rylan, in an intimate pose, inside the cramped and quiet space of a car.
I was furious.
I called Rylan crazily, but he didn't answer. After several attempts, he hung up directly.
Everyone in the city knew I loved Rylan dearly and that I couldn't live without him.
People even nicknamed me "Cynthia Shane, the captivating, fragile beauty."
At that moment, the thought of Rylan with another woman drove me insane.
I quickly created a group chat, added all our mutual friends, and threatened to commit suicide.
Everyone in the group urged me to calm down.
Only Rylan responded with a cold word. "Whatever."
It struck a nerve.
I was desperate for even a sliver of affection from Rylan, so I went ahead and live streamed my wrist-slitting.
Our friends were horrified in the live chat.
Rylan finally reacted and muttered "crazy woman" under his breath as he rushed back.
He finally left Isabel to come back to me.
That was so great.
He could only be my guy.
But I had gone too far and actually died.
As I floated in the air, I was eager to see if Rylan would realize his love for me, if he would hold my body in anguish. But he did nothing and simply had my body cremated.
A month later, he married Isabel, who became his wife.
That matter taught me that loving a man was not as important as loving myself.
"Rylan, I won't love you anymore," I said inwardly.
I replied to Isabel's message without hesitation. "Rylan likes taking control, and he won't like it if you are on top of him."
She didn't respond.
I walked out of the bathroom and tossed everything I had planned for the suicide into the trash.
I had pursued Rylan for ten years and begged for scraps of love, but I had actually trapped myself in a miserable future. It wasn't worth it.
I sent Rylan a message. "The divorce will be finished after you sign the papers."
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