When I Died, My Husband Finally Cried

Ever since I turned twenty, I have made a pact with the Grim Reaper. Every time my husband Kane faces a fatal disaster, I sacrifice one year of my lifespan to shield him. Seven years and twenty-seven life-or-death offerings later, I am plagued with countless illnesses, with only seven days left to live. Kane never knows about my sacrifices. He thinks my agonizing sickness is just an act to win his affection. He indulges his white moonlight Luna without restraint and treats me coldly and perfunctorily. After enduring endless humiliation, my heart dies completely. On the brink of death, the Grim Reaper grants me an exceptional reprieve — three more years of life. I take on a new identity and rise to become a top tycoon. I watch as the oblivious Kane humbly begs me for cooperation. When he finally learns all I have sacrificed, he drowns in remorse and tries to atone by laying down his life, yet even such sacrifice cannot earn a shred of forgiveness from me.