Please Stop Torturing Me, Sir. There's Nothing Left of My Body

After college, I dumped my broke boyfriend and went abroad with a rich second-generation heir. Two years later, I was dumped and sent back home. My ex-boyfriend had already made a name for himself. He used every means at his disposal to marry me, and everyone said he loved me deeply and held no grudge. Little did they know that after we married, he kept taking new lovers and relentlessly getting revenge on me. He demanded to know why I didn’t care, why I wasn’t jealous. I smiled at him. “Because I’m going to die. What is there to care about?”