Seven Floors Down, Seven Years Back
I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included.
I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief.
My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body.
The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her.
No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood.
I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly.
When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.