A strong woman chases her husband in the crematorium, crazy batch, sweet torture BE
I stabbed my husband eleven times.
In the first life, I gave him poisonous wine. In the second life, I forced him to jump off a cliff. In the third life, I was an interstellar marshal, he was an undercover spy, and I shot him through the heart.
There is no other reason - there is only one rule in the twelvefold world: people who love each other must betray each other. If he is not killed, the world will collapse and everyone will die.
In the eleventh life, I did so. In the eleventh life, he had forgotten the past, foolishly fell in love with me again, trusted me, and put his life in my hands.
Then came the Twelfth.
In this life, he stood in front of me with all the memories of his eleven previous lives. I thought he was going to come back, but he handed me the knife, with the handle facing my palm, the tip of the knife against his throat, and smiled:
"Are you going to kill again this time?"
That's when I knew - he remembered it in every life. With the memory of being killed by me for eleven lifetimes, he loved me for eleven lifetimes.
I threw the knife away.
Rule? ***Rules. I won't kill this twelfth one. I want to tear down this broken cage and take him out.
Even if the price is——
I woke up in twelve worlds at the same time, and each one wanted to kill me and replace me.
