Madam, the CEO Doesn't Deserve to Die!

Her father had barely been dragged off to prison when the seemingly unshakable business empire her family had built came crashing down.

As for me, I was a spineless coward. Listening to the people around me point fingers, I panicked and let go of her hand, abandoning her to that disaster.

After that, she struggled alone among the ruins, clawing her way through until she managed to rebuild her family. But the wound I left her was like a scar that would never heal, hurting her every day...

To get back at me, she traded away her family's interests and dragged me back to her side. From then on, we lived under the same roof, yet felt like strangers to each other.

Countless nights, she would scream at me like a madwoman: “Why aren't you dead yet?” Her voice sent chills down my spine.

Well, now I've got a terminal illness. Just as she wished, I'm really going to die.