The day I discovered the affair between my younger sister and my husband, I was poisoned by their hands.
”Shall I help you, darling?”
As I spat out curses at those who made me miserable, a rather frivolous ghost appeared. He claimed he would help me get my revenge if I helped resolve his lingering resentment—or something to that effect. Wanting to survive, I accepted his offer. When I opened my eyes again, I was back three years in the past.
The stepmother who killed my father, the stepsister who branded me a “mad princess,” and the husband who betrayed me with an affair! Since it’s come to this, I’m going to crush every single one of them!
* * *
”Haa… haa…”
I leaned my head against my husband’s chest, which no longer even trembled, but he did not move. I had finally killed him—the man who once whispered false vows of love.
”Even a final farewell is too good for you.”
Amidst a shudder that could have been joy or fear, I drew the blade intended to mark my husband’s end. Just as the sharp dagger was about to pierce his heart—
”Ah, ahaha! Finally…!”
The man who should have been dead snapped his eyes open. That laughter, so brimming with frivolous delight, belonged to someone chillingly familiar.
”Hello, darling.”
I killed my husband, and a ghost took over his body.
