After I Died, My Husband Broke Up With His First Love

The reaper looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You think this is fun, don't you?"

I shot him a glance.

Watching Ethan and Sabrina tear into each other was definitely entertaining.

I only wished I had more power to strangle them both with my own hands.

Ethan came from a humble background.

He started pursuing me back in college, and it took him two full years.

I was a bit of a loner, not the most social person.

People at school said I was cold and standoffish because of my wealthy background.

I never bothered to explain or care about their opinions.

I didn't have many friends, and Ethan, determined to win me over, drastically cut back on his social life.

For those two years, he was like a shadow, always following me, so gentle that it was hard to turn him away.

I once joked that the way he took care of me made it seem like I was a child who couldn't take care of herself.

He would always smile and pat my head. "In my eyes, you are my little treasure."

At the height of my infatuation, I truly believed he cared for me more than even my parents did.

Gradually, from him chasing after me to me realizing I couldn't live without him, I found myself unable to imagine a life without him.

Eventually, Ethan proposed to me with a bouquet of fresh roses and a diamond ring that wasn't very large.

I agreed without hesitation, but my parents were vehemently opposed.

At that time, my family business had already become a leading enterprise in the region. My father had already picked out a suitable husband for me, the son of a business associate.

No matter how large our family business grew, it was still a family-run enterprise, and my father believed that a marriage alliance with the Brooks family would provide the support needed when I eventually took over the company.

But I was blinded by love and wouldn't hear of it.

First, I sabotaged the blind date my parents had arranged for me, scaring the man off completely.

Then, I threatened to commit suicide, went on a hunger strike, and even ran away from home, forcing my parents to finally relent and agree to my marriage.

On our wedding day, my parents cried their hearts out, not out of joy like most but out of sheer heartbreak.

I, however, felt like I was the happiest person alive.

This marriage was something I had fought for, risking everything, even my family's love.

And yet, this man, who I thought would be my forever, had trampled it all into the dirt.

When we got married, Sabrina attended.

I thought she was just Ethan's cousin, completely unaware that she was his childhood sweetheart.

They had grown up together in the countryside, inseparable from the start.

I had no clue when they rekindled their relationship or if it ever even ended.

Perhaps Ethan had targeted me from the beginning, planning all along to use me to change the fate of his entire village.

And true to form, the moment Ethan took the helm at the Stone Group, his first order of business was to push forward a building project in his hometown.

It was a financial black hole, a surefire way to lose money.

He wanted to build skyscrapers on worthless land, just so the villagers could live better lives.

I was so furious.

As he sat at his desk, diligently drafting his proposal, the red imprints of my hand still visible on his face, he worked out numbers so ridiculous it was as if he were dreaming.

It was clear that, to lead his village to prosperity, this man was willing to sacrifice everything, even his dignity.

"Mr. Collins, with figures like these, the board will never approve it," the secretary Andy remarked, glancing at the absurd proposal.

Ethan gave him a sharp look. "I'm the CEO. What I say goes."