The afternoon sun shone on the villa that was located in the most expensive residential area.
Through the huge French windows, the sunlight shone on the face of the woman in the house.
A gentle breeze blew past, causing the wind chimes to tinkle.
Seemingly disturbed by the sound of the wind chimes, the woman on the bed frowned.
Her eyelashes fluttered twice before she finally opened her eyes slowly, revealing a pair of glass-like eyes.
However, there was a look of confusion in her eyes.
The woman on the bed remained in this motionless position for about half an hour.
If not for the flickering of her big eyes, others would have thought that she had fallen asleep again.
After digesting the fact that she was alive again, Lina Hart took a deep breath.
She raised her hand and pinched her arm.
It hurt a little, and she finally accepted that what was happening to her was true.
She, who had clearly died, had somehow come back to life.
It was just that the current her was reborn years earlier, before her demise early on in her marriage to Lucien Cole.
This Lina Hart, who was born again, was not going to stand and wait for death again, or take care of anyone's child again. This time she would live for herself.
Lina Hart looked up and surveyed the room where she had lived for more than two years.
She had moved in after marrying Lucien Cole, but Lucien had almost never been there.
When he did come home, it was usually long after midnight, and Lina had long since stopped waiting for him.
They had separate bedrooms; Lucien said he did not want to disturb her rest when he came late, thus the arrangement.
Separate lives.
And eventually, a separate future.
Lina had once thought the bedroom was beautiful.
At twenty-three, newly married and still hopelessly in love, she had spent an entire afternoon choosing the furniture herself. She had picked the curtains, the paintings, the lamps and even the ridiculous little cushions Lucien had never once noticed.
Back then, she had believed this was what a marriage looked like.
A home.
A husband.
A future.
She had been young.
She had been foolish.
Now, three years later, she could hardly understand the woman who had once stood in this very room waiting for Lucien to notice her.
Lina sighed and turned her head.
An enormous poster occupied the wall directly opposite her.
She had made it from a photo of her husband she had found in a magazine that she had liked.
She had been excited when she was preparing to have it made into a poster, thinking about how surprised her husband would be when he saw it in their room.
Unfortunately for her, Lucien never even noticed until she could no longer keep silent and decided to tell the surprise herself, and the only reply she got was a mm.