Live For Myself

On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were busy organizing a press conference to announce that their adopted son, Cary, would be the new heir to the company.

My sister and Cary were engaged, officially integrating him into the family's inner circle.

Meanwhile, I, who had exposed Cary's ambitious schemes, was cast out, branded as the ungrateful outcast who betrayed her own kin.

After a second chance at life, I no longer yearned for their love.

I chose to live solely for myself.