After I Died, All Four Conquest Targets Went Mad

I was set up to give birth prematurely. My baby, barely six months along and only just formed, was delivered by C-section and immediately stopped breathing.

The men who orchestrated it included the movie star who was my adoptive brother and had grown up with me, my childhood sweetheart, a genius doctor, my domineering husband from a family-arranged marriage, and even the son I had carried for ten months and given birth to.

They had all fallen for that frail, sickly, aloof young woman. They cut my baby out of me just to get fresh umbilical cord blood and use a folk remedy to treat their beloved.

My baby died, and my conquest failed again. The System gave me one last chance: if I died at the hands of any male lead, I could return safely to my original world.

I tried everything I could think of and used every means at my disposal.

At last, I died at their hands.

But when I was really dead,

why were all four of them holding my corpse and completely breaking down?