It's My Tenth Death Anniversary: She Loses It

That engagement ring was old-fashioned, and it wasn't worth much. Seraphine had probably discarded it a long time ago.

"Shall I coordinate your outfit for your class reunion the day after tomorrow, Seraphine?" Seraphine's assistant shifted the topic back to business.

A class reunion?

I vaguely recalled that after our final exams in high school, our class had made a ten-year promise. I wondered if Seraphine had returned just for this reunion.

"It's just a normal gathering. There's no need to put so much effort into dressing up." Seraphine angled her head to look out the window. She had an indifferent look on her face.

The streets were bustling with cars, and skyscrapers filled the horizon.

Views of the flourishing streets of Grendale flew by, but Seraphine showed no hint of nostalgia. Instead, the look on her face grew ever colder.

In the end, she decisively looked away. Frowning, she closed her eyes and rested.

I knew why Seraphine would behave like that. After all, our past could be found everywhere in this city. It was also the reason why my soul was trapped here after I had died.

Seraphine had always hated me, and in her eyes, I was a heartless man who had abandoned and betrayed her.

However, the truth was far from that. Sadly, in my spirit form, I no longer had a chance to explain myself.

…

On the day of the class reunion, Seraphine still dressed herself up before setting out.

She looked even more radiant than before. Everywhere she went, everyone else would fade into the background.

Her classmates, who used to be close to her, didn't dare to step forward and greet her.

"Seraphine actually came?" one of them whispered.

Another said, "I thought she forgot all about the reunion…"

Amidst the whispers, the former class representative, Ivan Brown, stood up. "Ahem. Well, since Seraphine has arrived, we're all here and accounted for. Let's eat, then."

The private room was bustling with activity, but Seraphine sat quietly in her seat. She didn't touch the food, nor did she talk to the people beside her.

She had a distant look in her eyes as she discreetly glanced around her. An obvious look of confusion flashed across her eyes.

She was probably curious. After all, Ivan had said that everyone was there and accounted for, but for some reason, I was missing.

Of course, Seraphine wouldn't take the initiative to ask about my whereabouts.

Lowering her gaze, she rubbed her left hand against the ring she was wearing on her right hand. She seemed to be thinking about something.

The person beside her noticed that, and they widened their eyes in shock. "Are you married, Seraphine?"

Everyone instantly turned to look at her.

Seraphine was a famous figure now, but no one in the country had ever heard the news of her marriage.

"You did a great job keeping it a secret. We didn't even get to congratulate you when it happened," one of our former classmates said.

Another speculated, "You're such an outstanding lady. Your husband must be handsome, rich, and also loving, right?"

Everyone proceeded to congratulate her. Some of them were earnest about it, but others were just trying to get on her good side.

Suddenly, someone spoke up. "Either way, Seraphine's husband is definitely better than Leo."

An odd hush fell over the whole place, as if a switch had been flipped.

Amidst the silence, Seraphine, who had been giving lukewarm responses, suddenly raised her head. She stared straight at the person who had spoken up.

Ivan sighed. "Why would you mention him out of the blue?"

The person stammered in an attempt to explain, "Sorry, I…"

To everyone's surprise, Seraphine smiled slightly. It was a cruel smile filled with mockery.

"You're right," she said. "It's only natural, after all. Leo is a loser who's not even worthy of comparison. Any man would be better than him."

Silence reigned in the private room.

No one responded to her words.

"Why isn't Leo here today?" Seraphine asked. Sure enough, she was still bothered about that.

She quickly continued as if she were answering her own question, "Oh, I know. He's too ashamed to show up, right? That makes sense. He should live his whole life out of sight, just like a rat in the sewers."