I Died in the Arms of My Husband Who Hated Me

The day I died, you finally called my name.
You hated me until my last breath.
I was nothing more than a discarded princess whom you were forced to marry — someone you never wanted.
And yet, without meaning to, I fell in love with you.
It was a love that I buried deep inside, never daring to reveal it.
But on the day of the accident, as death crept in, you held me.
Desperately.
As if you would rather have died in my place.
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When I opened my eyes, I was no longer myself.
Three years had passed and I was living inside the body of a poor noblewoman who had foolishly dreamed of marrying you.
But the man I faced was not the same.
You were drowning in alcohol, shattered and ruined.
Even in a different body, your hatred found me again.
But this time, I won’t beg for your affection.
This time, I’m prepared to disappear for good, never realising just how broken you’d become once you lost me all over again.