​​Love Yourself First​

Summary

The third month of my marriage to Kevin McQuarrie, I slit my wrists.

As my soul drifted in the air, I imagined what would come next. I expected to see him weeping, tearing the world apart to find me. At the very least, he should have been clutching my body, kneeling at my grave day and night, drowning in repentance.

It would be just like something out of a gothic romance: the billionaire tycoon, chasing after her ghost, his hair turning white overnight, his empire crumbling to dust, left with nothing before taking his own life to join her.

But none of that happened.