No One Ever Loved Me
I committed a sin that could neither be erased nor should ever be forgotten.
Deeming even lifelong atonement too generous for myself, I simply continued to exist, breathing but not truly living—until one day, I suddenly woke up in someone else’s body.
They say she was a woman who swallowed poison six times, all in desperation to earn her husband’s love.
Countess Cecilia Linton.
Through what could only be described as her suicide note—a diary—I came to understand what I must do.
“I don’t want to love my husband anymore…!”
A cursed existence that brings ruin to others simply by being.
There was no excitement in beginning a new life, but at the very least, I felt I should grant the final wish of the woman who left her body in my care.
“Cecilia, from now on, you’ll never shed another tear over love.”
No one had ever loved me. It had been a long time since even I stopped wanting myself.
And so, the moment I became Cecilia, her wish had already been fulfilled—whether she knew it or not.
But everything was thrown into turmoil when I met Ricardo Bastian, a man all too similar to myself.
