The Real Heir Chose Death,Now They're All Drowning in Regret

When the killer found the house, the fake young master yanked me out of the chest I was hiding in.

And crawled inside himself.

But the killer went straight for the chest.

The fake young master took thirty stab wounds.

I survived, curled up beneath the bed.

When my parents found out, they held me gently:

"Thank God he pulled you out. Otherwise it would've been you."

"Roy brought it on himself. Don't feel guilty."

For the next five years, I graduated, joined the family business, and entered an arranged marriage.

On my wedding day, a truck ran me over.