I Became a Mary Sue by Embracing My Villainess Persona

[Everyone’s favorite + romantic rivalries + Mary Sue + third-person narration + multiple simultaneous romances + everyone is a villain]

My wife died on August 17.

As she lay dying, she took my hand and said with utter sincerity, “Let’s break up. I have cancer.”

After saying that, she vanished without a trace. I never heard from her again.

I assumed she must have died.

So I bought a plot in a cemetery and reserved a spot for myself. I planned to join her once I’d taken care of the things I had to do.

But for some reason, this cemetery seemed a little too popular. Worried, I asked someone to contact the two gentlemen and pass along a message: “I need to buy a suitable grave for my late wife.”

I didn’t want anyone else to take the place she’d loved most in life.

But neither gentleman backed down. They also sent me the same message through an intermediary: “I also need to buy a grave for my late wife.”

Huh? What were the odds?

Thinking of my late wife’s behavior when she was alive, I felt uneasy and arranged to meet them.

That day, the three of us sat in a café, staring at one another. The absurdity of being deceived hit us all at once.

One of them tried to stay calm, but his frequent, ragged breaths betrayed his fury. “What did Jingshu tell you?” he asked.

I was angry, too. “She told me she had cancer.”

The other man gave a cold laugh and agreed. “She told me the same thing. She also said she didn’t want to hold me back, and that I deserved someone better.”

How absurd.

We’d all been deceived by the same woman, who had been dating three men at the same time.

An account from three widowers