Chapter 3

"Aria?"

I snapped back to reality and looked at Lucas beside me.

A deep hatred welled up from every part of my body. My heart felt like it would explode, and I could barely stand.

After I died, he finally got what he wanted, didn't he?

Perhaps he treated me that way deliberately, hoping to torment me to death faster.

I remembered how my medication was suddenly switched before I died. When I asked the housekeeper about it, he just said it was changed to a milder type.

I didn't suspect anything.

But not long after taking the new medication, my health deteriorated rapidly. Towards the end, I could barely even sit up.

Soon after, I breathed my last.

It must have been him.

Who else could it be? Who else hated me so much, wishing for my immediate death?

He wanted Emma to take my place.

How vicious.

I stared at Lucas, forcibly suppressing the urge to lunge at him and kill him on the spot.

I hated him so much!

I truly believed that apart from being inconsiderate of his pride when I was young and ignorant, I had never wronged Lucas in any way.

I didn't even force him to marry me.

I even asked if he was willing, saying I could wait if he wasn't ready.

Yet he hated me like this.

Emma was still shouting at me, just like in my past life:

"Aria Collins, you think you're so great just because you have money? How dare you insult us like this!"

I turned to look at her.

She wore a white dress, looking small and delicate like a little white flower.

This was the woman Lucas loved, the one he'd kill me to be with.

It was the same in my past life. Lucas and I were talking normally, and I told him if he felt uncomfortable, he could pay me back for his tuition when he started earning money - I'd just consider it a loan.

But Emma suddenly accused me of throwing money at people and insulting Lucas.

Later, during arguments with Lucas, I gradually came to understand.

He had always felt that I was humiliating him by throwing money at him.

I suddenly found it all very amusing.

Seeing Emma's protective stance, I smirked.

"You're overthinking things.

"I'd rather burn this money than give it to you two."

Lucas's face changed dramatically.