Faking My Death Is the Last Gift I Give My Husband

“Miss Sang, are you sure you want to fake your death by drowning on your wedding anniversary?”

The staff member handed me the contract, and I signed my name without a moment's hesitation.

“We'll prepare new identification documents for you, Miss Sang. Congratulations on your new beginning.”

“Thank you.”

I walked out with the contract, still feeling as if I were in a dream. It wasn't until I saw the staff across the street at the Song Group building, busy handing out gifts, that I came back to my senses.

To celebrate our fifth anniversary, which was seven days away, Song Huaishi had started giving out gifts across the city a full week early.

And I would give him one last present: my faked death.

I'd had enough of this marriage, so polished on the surface and rotten to the core.