In a city at night, a beautiful woman sat inside a taxi, staring at the screen of her phone. A location was displayed—Rose Brilliant Apartment.
"Please go faster, sir! Faster!!"
"This is the fastest I can go, miss! If I go any faster, I'll get into trouble! Besides, this heavy rain increases the risk of an accident!"
"Which is worse?! That, or my future being ruined?!" the woman shouted desperately.
She was a career woman with a stunning appearance. Dressed in an elegant white blazer from a luxury brand, carrying a designer bag, and adorned with expensive accessories, she exuded sophistication. Her fair skin and wavy hair, pinned with a delicate hair clip, only added to her beauty.
A sparkling diamond ring gleamed on her finger—an engagement ring. However, her flawless makeup had started to smudge due to the rain, adding a touch of vulnerability to her expression.
It seemed she had been caught in the downpour before finally getting a taxi. Her face was filled with anxiety, her hands trembling—not just from the cold, but also from fear. She kept yelling at the taxi driver to push through the rain at top speed.
"Go even faster!"
"I already told you, this is the maximum speed! What happened that has you in such a hurry?!"
Tears welled up in her eyes. "I... I can't contact my fiancé. When I checked his GPS, it showed he was at our apartment."
"He... He told me he was going to the airport, so why is he at the apartment after I dropped him off this morning?! I even left an important meeting for him!"
The taxi driver sighed, more confused than ever. "How should I know, miss?! I don't even know your boyfriend! Now shut up and let me drive in peace!!"
The woman sobbed, making the driver even more frustrated. After a stressful ride through the storm, they finally arrived at the apartment lobby.
Without wasting a second, she rushed to the elevator, pressing the 8th floor button. Her heart pounded as she tried to calm herself. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Everything will be fine...
She forced herself to think positively, but deep down, she knew it was a lie. When she reached room 8-H2, she took a deep breath.
"The door will be locked. Everything will be fine," she whispered to herself.
But as soon as she touched the handle—her worst fear was confirmed.
The door was unlocked.
Her heart shattered as she stepped inside. The first thing she saw was his shoes neatly placed near the entrance—alongside a pair of red high heels she didn't recognize.
They weren't arranged properly, as if carelessly kicked off. Her stomach twisted. She continued walking further inside, feeling dread creep over her. Everything in the apartment looked normal, except…
His clothes.
His shirt and jeans were scattered on the living room floor.
And then—
She saw them.
A woman's lingerie.
Tears streamed down her face. She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the overwhelming pain.
Her legs carried her toward the bedroom before her mind could even process what she was doing.
BANG!
The door slammed open.
And there they were—two naked bodies tangled in passion, drenched in sweat, now frozen in shock.
Three people—staring at each other.
The man she loved.
A woman she had never met.
Both caught in the act on her bed.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOME?!" she screamed.
The two on the bed quickly scrambled to cover themselves with the blanket, panic and guilt written all over their faces.
She stormed toward her fiancé.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
The loud sound of her palm striking his face echoed through the room, leaving his cheeks red.
Then, she turned to the woman—her fury unrelenting.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Both of them sat there, speechless.
Trembling with rage, she yanked the engagement ring off her finger and threw it at him.
"I left my meeting to take you to the airport, to make sure you were serious about chasing your dream of working abroad!"
"I wanted to stay with you until the very last moment, but you told me to focus on work so I wouldn't miss any opportunities!"
"I was such a fool to believe you! But even if I was stupid enough to trust you, you're probably wondering how I found out about this, aren't you?"
She grabbed his phone from the bedside table and shoved it in his face.
"This!! I'm glad I installed a tracking app on your phone!"
His expression darkened. "You put some shady app on my phone?! Who the hell told you to do that?!"
"WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU TO BRING THIS WHORE INTO MY HOME AND STICK YOUR FILTHY DICK INSIDE HER?!!" she roared.
In a fit of rage, she hurled his phone at his forehead, making him wince in pain.
"I'm calling off our engagement, and I'll make sure you pay for everything I ever gave you!!"
"And after this—I'm calling the police! I'll make you both ROT in jail!!"
Without waiting for his reaction, she spun around and ran out of the apartment.
Tears poured down her face as she sprinted through the rain, screaming in agony.
"AAAHHHH!!!"
Blinded by heartbreak, she didn't notice the blinding headlights rushing toward her.
BAM!
A speeding truck—unable to brake in time—slammed into her.
Blood splattered across the wet pavement.
As her consciousness faded, she could only think:
"In the end, I could never be happy with the one I loved."
"Maybe... death is better."
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When she opened her eyes, she saw an elegant vintage-style ceiling above her.
She lay in an enormous bed, wrapped in warmth and comfort.
Where... am I? I feel so light. Am I... dead?
As she pushed herself up, two young maids in Victorian-style uniforms gasped in shock before bursting into tears of joy.
"Princess! Thank goodness you're awake! Are you still feeling dizzy?" one of them asked.
A handsome butler standing nearby smiled warmly. "His Majesty must be informed at once. Take care of the princess until he arrives."
He then left the room.
Still confused, she slowly turned her gaze toward the mirror across the room.
And the moment she saw her reflection—her heart nearly stopped.
Her golden eyes widened in shock.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Princess?!"
"Are you alright?!"
The maids panicked.
The reflection in the mirror...
A young girl with long black hair and golden eyes stared back at her.
I... I became a child?!
Then, unfamiliar memories flooded her mind.
A single name escaped her trembling lips—
"Magdalene…"
And with that, she burst into tears.