It's My Tenth Death Anniversary: She Loses It

Seraphine Hale had just walked out of the airport when journalists swarmed her. They had been waiting for her for a long while.

"Ms. Hale, you've lived abroad for years, and your career has been quite stable. Did you suddenly choose to come back because of your first boyfriend?" a journalist asked.

A faint mocking smile appeared on Seraphine's face as if she had heard something funny. "You mean that trash? Even if he dies tomorrow, that is none of my business," she replied.

Despite the cruel words coming out of her mouth, no one was surprised. After all, everyone knew that a decade ago, Seraphine had a boyfriend—he had also been her first love. They had been dating with the intention to get married.

However, something unexpected had happened at their engagement party. As the guests watched, Seraphine's boyfriend had abandoned her and walked away with another woman instead.

That incident had always been a shameful memory Seraphine avoided thinking about. It was the most painful and embarrassing moment of her life.

The journalist who had asked that question was undoubtedly reopening Seraphine's old wounds.

Seraphine didn't seem to mind the lenses aimed at her as she put on a cold expression. Then, she said slowly, "He's not worth my time!"

It had been too many years since I last saw Seraphine. I didn't expect our first meeting to be so tragic. She still hated me, and she wished that I could just die tomorrow.

I would love to fulfill her wishes, but sadly…

The airport was filled with people, but none of them could see me floating in midair. I was a spirit, with no physical form.

Unfortunately, I had died too early.

Meanwhile, the journalist was still prodding. "What brought you home, then, Ms. Hale?"

I was curious about the answer as well. Logically speaking, Seraphine shouldn't have any remaining obligations in this country.

However, she declined to answer the question. With her bodyguards surrounding her, she walked coldly out of the airport.

After getting into an MPV, she muttered under her breath, "Ugh, that left a bad taste in my mouth."

Beside her, her assistant said furiously, "Those journalists are too much! They really would stop at nothing just to get some juicy gossip! They're fully aware that to you, Leo Sterling is—"

"Shut up!" Seraphine harshly snapped at her assistant.

Startled, her assistant hastily stopped speaking.

Seraphine had a beautiful yet distant image in public, but in private, she was actually gentle and friendly. So, it was rare for her to speak in that tone.

Rubbing the space between her eyebrows, Seraphine softened her attitude a little. "Don't mention his name around me ever again. It's disgusting."

The man named Leo Sterling, whom the assistant spoke of, was none other than me.

I recalled the time when we were dating. Seraphine would lean against my shoulder with the innocent anticipation of a young lady.

She had asked, "Leo, don't you think our names look good together? Every time the test results are announced, when I see our names next to each other at the top of the list, I'd always wish that the announcement board would turn into something more intimate and special."

She was referring to a marriage certificate.

As I recalled the past, I felt something bitter and sorrowful in my heart. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

I subconsciously glanced at Seraphine's right hand.

She was a genius musician, and she had taken extremely good care of her hands, which might as well have been created to play music.

She was wearing a diamond ring on her slender ring finger.

Was Seraphine married?

I felt my soul shudder, and for a long time, my gaze lingered on her right hand.

The diamond was huge and shimmering brilliantly. It was cut flawlessly, and every part of it flaunted exquisite details.

It was nothing like the one I had given to Seraphine before.