I Fed His Cursed Vase Acid

Summary

On my birthday, my husband presented me with a rare antique vase—the very piece he knew I coveted above all else.

The moment his back was turned, I slipped three wax-sealed sulfuric acid capsules inside.

I did it because I had died once before. And this time, I had returned.

In my past life, I cherished this vase. I touched it every single day, mesmerized by its smooth glaze and elegant form. But as the days passed, my health began to fail, leaving me bedridden and weak. Eventually, the doctors ran out of answers, and there was no cure left to try.