Thirty-Day Countdown: The Female CEO Regrets It After I Leave

Five years ago, she went blind and fell seriously ill. Her family cast her aside, her first love left the country, and the whole world abandoned her.

I signed the fake marriage agreement, stayed by her bedside day and night, searched everywhere for renowned doctors to cure her eyes, and helped her get back on her feet, one step at a time, until she stood at the top again.

Five years later, her first love returned.

She went to the airport with flowers to wait for him. She dismissed our life together as “nothing but a contract,” and let everyone mock me as nothing more than a temporary caretaker.

But she had no idea: I was bound to a transmigration System, and I had only thirty days left in this world.

So I chose the grandest possible exit: I died right in front of her, leaving no doubt that I was gone.

She went mad, kneeling in a pool of blood.

And me? I was already off to the next world.

[World One: Modern CEO, five years of fake marriage → faking my death to escape → she regrets it until she loses her mind] (Ongoing)

[Future worlds: the aloof immortal master loses her composure, the apocalyptic empress awakens, the interstellar marshal pursues her husband, the Queen Mother of the West breaks down... The heroines of each world will keep plunging into the depths of regret.]