Cold Ashes of My Devotion

In my past life, I died in a basement while my guardian, Julian, celebrated his wedding. He told me I deserved to die for ""stealing"" his true love’s place. Then, I woke up on the night he was drugged—the night I originally gave him everything. This time, I didn't stay. I called his girlfriend to pick him up and vanished across the ocean. While I built a new life, Julian’s ""perfect"" marriage became a nightmare of betrayal and a child that wasn't his. Months later, a broken, divorced Julian crawls to my university, begging for a second chance. ""Clara, you’re the only one who ever loved me!"" He expects me to cry. Instead, I threaten to call the police. I’m no longer his cure—I am his consequence.

In my past life, I died in a basement while my guardian, Julian, celebrated his wedding. He told me I deserved to die for ""stealing"" his true love’s place. Then, I woke up on the night he was drugged—the night I originally gave him everything. This time, I didn't stay. I called his girlfriend to pick him up and vanished across the ocean. While I built a new life, Julian’s ""perfect"" marriage became a nightmare of betrayal and a child that wasn't his. Months later, a broken, divorced Julian crawls to my university, begging for a second chance. ""Clara, you’re the only one who ever loved me!"" He expects me to cry. Instead, I threaten to call the police. I’m no longer his cure—I am his consequence.