Seven Floors Down, Seven Years Back

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included.

I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief.

My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body.

The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her.

No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood.

I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly.

When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

I was reborn to the day when Mom and Dad brought me back to the Jagger residence.

Their eyes were swollen from crying as they told me, through their tears, how much they had missed me and how guilty they felt for all the lost years.

It had been a decade since we'd been apart, and they'd never stopped thinking about me.

In my previous life, I was so moved by their words that I broke down in tears and threw myself into their arms, foolishly thinking I'd finally found a place where I belonged.

I thought I'd finally found someone who truly loved me!

Yet seven years later, I tore at my wedding dress in despair and threw myself from the Jagger residence, foolishly hoping that such a drastic move would make them finally care about me.

But the truth was, no one ever loved me.

Now, I felt nothing as if I were made of stone.

"Sweetheart, I've prepared so many gifts for you! They're all in the living room. Take whatever you want!" Mom said.

I didn't answer, so she took my hand and led me there.

Dad followed closely, smiling as he called Magnus Gilmore—the man I was promised to—and urged him to hurry back.

Magnus' response was curt. "I'm busy."

Dad's face clouded over.

Mom, clearly uneasy, explained, "Magnus has a lot on his plate. We've entrusted him with running the company. So you'll only see him on weekends."

I used to believe it before, but after being reborn, my heart remained indifferent, and I merely played along.

As I walked into the expansive living room, my eyes immediately fell on a series of carefully chosen gifts, each one wrapped so elegantly it almost seemed too good to open.

"These are all surprises for you, Cora! Pick whichever one you like!" Dad said with a grin.

My gaze settled on the biggest gift in the far corner. It was a huge, white plush bear, wearing a pink bow.

In my past life, I was drawn to it instantly. I believed Mom and