I Buried The Scum Man Myself

Synopsis

Three months after marrying Samuel Monroe, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists. My soul hovered in the air. I imagined he would be overwhelmed with grief, searching frantically for me all over the world, at least holding my body and crying by my grave day and night in remorse. I imagined it would be like one of those tragic romance stories—the rich CEO losing his one true love, going gray overnight, his empire collapsing, ready to die from heartbreak. But none of that happened. Samuel looked at my body and simply said, "What a nuisance." He felt no regret at all. Instead, my death provided an opportunity for the Monroe family's adopted daughter, Sophie Monroe, who swiftly took my place as Samuel's wife. I glanced down at the knife in my hand, and time seemed to rewind to the day of my suicide attempt. I was never the one who deserved to die. I let go of the knife and stepped out of the room. Before Samuel and Sophie could move into my marital home, I signed my name on the divorce papers.