Eleventh Time I died, My Husband Finally Regretted

My husband Jarren tried to kill me—nine times for his mistress. The last attempt was just last night.

He took me to the lake, saying he needed to “talk.” Before I could respond, he shoved me into the freezing water. I barely survived, clinging to a branch until the butler found me—only to leave me shivering in the mud outside the mansion.

Soaked and shaking, I passed our bedroom. I heard moaning—Jarren and Elisa. That was my breaking point. If he wouldn’t let me die, only make me suffer, I’d do it myself.