No More Regrets, Just K*ll Me

 

 

The scenery changed.

 

“Guk, Geuk.”

 

I struggled with my feet. Something rough and solid wrapped around my neck. I scrambled to my feet, but there was nothing beneath me.

 

‘What’s happening?’

 

As my throat tightened, blood rushed to my face. Where am I? I was running out of breath, and I felt like my eyes were going to fall out.

Thump!

Then I heard the sound of a door opening. Someone shouted.

 

“Ariadeline!”

 

He shouted a name I didn’t recognize while supporting my two feet with his arms.

 

“Someone come and help me!”

 

As I looked down, feeling like I was about to fall, I saw a familiar face beneath the shining bald head.

Familiar? It’s the first time I’ve seen this face. But the white monk’s robe looked so familiar.

 

“Hurry!”

 

As he supported my feet, I managed to gasp for breath. And then I realized that what was choking my neck was a solid rope.

Strange. I’m sure the curtain…

But before I could think further, people crowded into the room.

Even in the chaos, there were things I could clearly feel. Eyes filled with confusion, fear, and contempt.

Someone pushed a chair under my feet. I stood on it and gasped for breath.

 

‘Oh, I’m dizzy…….’

 

I hear someone saying something to me. Whether it’s concern or scolding, I’m not sure. My head just keeps spinning.

I tried to pull myself together, but the dizziness only worsened. Oh, I can’t take it anymore.

 

“Ariadeline!”

 

‘Why does that man keep calling me Ariadeline? Who is he?’

 

I squirmed in my chair, then fell forward. Someone urgently supported my body. I lost consciousness just like that.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the same room where I’d hanged myself. So, it was the solitary confinement cell where I had lived as if I were imprisoned.

Wait, a solitary confinement cell? Is this my solitary confinement cell?

I was momentarily confused, tearing my hair in confusion, when I felt a soft touch next to me. It was the bald monk who had supported me earlier.

 

“Why did you do such a thing?”

 

The two swollen cheeks and the head in the middle. The light coming in through the small window in the solitary confinement cell illuminated his red-stained head. Ah, blinding.

His face showed some anger, and… well, only anger. I felt a bit flustered and pursed my lips.

 

“Ugh…….”

 

As I tried to speak, my throat tightened with a tingling pain.

It was a familiar, hopeless sensation. Perhaps noticing the expression on my face, the monk seemed taken aback and softened his voice a bit.

 

“Is it because of Duke Carlothian? Because of the rumors of his engagement to the princess? But still, hanging yourself is not the answer.”

“……?”

 

I looked at him blankly, furrowing my brows. Who is Duke Carlothian……. Oh.

Duke Carlothian Denaves.

My ex-husband! As memories surfaced so naturally, I became confused once again.

 

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince’s engagement ceremony was just yesterday, on such an auspicious occasion…”

 

His words held weight.

 

“Please, I be you; please stay quiet during the week of festivities. The entire empire has been waiting for the marriage of Prince Luciano and Princess Dorothea.”

 

Wait a moment.

Crown Prince Luciano? Crown Princess Dorothea? And my ex-husband is named Carlothian? And my name is Ariadeline?!

This can’t be true!

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The woman reflected in the mirror looked pitiful.

Long blonde hair, big blue eyes. Ariadeline dressed in a dirty nun’s habit.

 

‘So, I’ve become the villainess who ended up locked up in a monastery after being simple-minded and jealous?’

 

I chuckled.

The novel I read before dying, “The Saint Abandons Her Position,” featured the villainess whose body I now possessed.

The novel was a typical reverse harem, where the saint Dorothea received the love of all the men.

And that was the case for Carlothian, the ex-husband of Ariadeline, whom I now possessed.

 

‘Have you been gossiping about Dorothea again? I’m growing tired of you.’

 

My head tingled, and his words naturally came to mind. Ariadeline’s memories remain vivid in my body.

Carlothian didn’t love Ariadeline, whom he married for political reasons.

But she did love him, and therein lies the tragedy.

Ariadeline harbored jealousy towards the original heroine, Dorothea, and eventually turned to black magic.

Eventually, just like in the novel’s ending, someone discovered her curse on Dorothea, stripped her of her noble status, and confined her to a convent.

 

‘Well, that’s a story that has nothing to do with me.’

 

I coldly cut him off and parted my lips. And I tried to make a sound.

 

“-.”

 

As I tried to speak, my throat tightened with a harsh sound. I frowned in pain.

I remembered the moment before the monk left.

 

‘Why did you do such a thing? You must have hurt your throat and can’t speak, so let me heal you.’

‘No, why is this happening? Why isn’t the healing working?’

 

Any hope I had was shattered. My voice still wouldn’t come out.

It was as hopeless as it had been before the acquisition.

Suddenly, irritation surged. I felt the urge to throw everything away.

After all, I am someone who has been “doing such things.” My own guilt runs deep, making it difficult for me to alleviate others’ grievances.

 

‘Where am I anyway?’

 

The rope that had been around my neck seemed to have been taken away. But I, with Ariadeline’s memory, knew.

Bending down, I groped under the bed and soon felt a rough texture at my fingertips.

 

‘It wasn’t just one rope.’

 

I left the deserted monastery and started walking straight into the forest.

 

‘Stupid Ariadeline. Hanging yourself inside the convent was just asking to be caught.’

 

Finding a suitable tree, I started climbing up with my bare hands and feet.

 

‘Gosh, it’s so difficult.’

 

If it weren’t for my childhood tree-climbing skills, I would have fallen. I barely managed to grab onto a thick branch and start tying the rope.

 

‘That should do it.’

 

I slipped the knotted rope around my neck. I put my legs to one side, ready to jump. I close my eyes tightly.

I am Ahn Hye-in, a 24-year-old woman who originally lived in the 21st century, and again.

Swish.

I jumped down from the tree.

The woman with the highest suicide rate in Korea has already turned away from the world.

And now I’m possessed? That’s not even funny.

Screech-!

The sound of pressed brakes reached my ears. It was a rainy day, and due to a tight schedule, the manager increased the speed even on slippery roads.

 

‘Manager, aren’t you going too fast?’

‘We need to make it on time.’

‘Be careful; you never know.’

 

As if those words were a prophecy, the accident happened.

BANG!

It sounded like thunder striking. I had no memory after hearing the crashing sound.

But when I woke up, I was in the intensive care unit, and the doctor said I would never be able to sing again.

 

‘That can’t be true; it can’t be!’

 

I denied reality over and over again. However, upon the termination of my contract and my expulsion from the agency, I had to face the truth.

I lost everything I had—my whole singing career. Every day felt like hell.

My only dream vanished. I suffered from severe depression and eventually reached a point of desperation. There was no one to stop me.

 

‘Fxxx, it’s not even funny…’

 

But once again, this life I was given had no voice. I don’t know why. Was it because Ariadeline had hanged herself?

Or perhaps the devil who stole my voice had chased me all the way here.

It’s terrible, I thought. I don’t want to endure a life without a voice, not even for a moment.

If there was a god, I wanted to curse them.

 

‘If you want to save me, give me my voice back, you fxxking bastard!’

 

As my throat tightened, my struggles diminished, and eventually a single tear fell.

 

‘What did I do to deserve this…….’

 

I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes, filled with past regrets.

 

“Ugh…….”

 

Ah, this is it. I thought as I hung from the tree.

The sensation of my throat almost breaking and my breath being cut off was surely the last moment.

My consciousness gradually blurred. This is really the end. That’s what I thought.

 

“Ack?!”

 

I opened my eyes wide at the renewed pain. It was a familiar sight.

It was.

 

“Ugh…….”

 

I clutched the rope, dangling limply, and looked around. It was the room in the monastery where Ariadeline had hung herself. And…

 

“Ariadeline!”

 

The bald priest who had interrupted Ariadeline’s last moments came in and shouted the same way.

 

“Someone come and help me!”

 

Damn it, what the hell is going on?