Die Without Me This Time

Synopsis

The day the Reyes family claimed me, I became the filthiest joke in all of Kingston. A woman with a ruined face, tainted by scandal, someone who should have been dead and crawled out of the gutter, turned out to be the Reyes family's legitimate, long-lost eldest daughter. Everyone in Kingston laughed behind my back. They called me a fallen woman, damaged goods. How could someone like me ever be worthy of the title of heiress? I'd been married to Hector for ten years, living a life where we treated each other like polite strangers. I once saved him as a child, and clung to those memories, fooling myself into believing that this was the happiness I deserved. But when my life was flickering out, and I was left bedridden, barely holding on. That was when he finally dropped all his masks. He stood by my bedside, tears in his eyes, and every word he spoke cut straight through me. Hector stood there, eyes red at the corners, and anyone watching would think he was the victim. But no matter how desperately I searched his gaze, I couldn't find even a hint of pity, only overwhelming disgust. "Sierra, because of you, I can't be with the one I truly love. Every single day spent with you makes me sick," he said. I gasped for air, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. Hector added coldly, "If I'd known saving me would cost me ten years of this torment, I would've rather died on that street." Rage and heartbreak crashed over me. His words snuffed out my very last breath. I died unable to rest in peace, my soul left trapped in the Sherman Estate, unable to move on. Just a year later, Hector went and married my cousin, Jocelyn. I watched as he looked at her with such tenderness, while he made me feel utterly worthless. Trapped in the Sherman Estate for hundreds of years, I lost all sense of who I was, and even forgot what I hated. That was, until a mystic showed up and barely spared me a glance. When my soul was finally torn apart, the memories of my previous life flooded back. I finally remembered that. Back then, to save him, I was dragged into the shadows by traffickers. I endured beatings, had my fingers broken, my face destroyed, and fell into hell, all for him. I gave up my life, my innocence, and every bit of light in my world, so he could live. But to him, I was nothing but dirty. He saw me as someone unworthy of him. In his eyes, saving him was the biggest disgrace of his life. Perfect. Wonderful. Heaven and earth, all the gods above, witness this. If there was ever a next life, Hector. I wouldn't save you. Not ever again.