It's My Tenth Death Anniversary: She Loses It

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country.

When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow."

What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

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