Don’t Beg Me Anymore

“Now then—who should I kill first?”
My husband never changed, not even once, across the countless lives I lived.
He always tried to control me,
stripped away everything I had,
and in the end, abandoned me.
The end of my so-called devotion to him was always my death.
Even after regressing time and again,
I could not bring myself to discard this foolish heart—
because I was afraid of becoming miserable.
But now, I have realized it clearly.
People are not meant to be fixed from the start.
And I acknowledged it.
That this was never love to begin with.
So—
I decided to go mad.
“Now then—who should I kill first?”