Skylar Julian Novel I Died After the Mission Failed, Then They Went Mad

I married an idiot.
For three years, I spoon-fed him, bathed him, and gave him my entire world.
Then, one day, he woke up.
He was the CEO of a major company.
He spent millions to propose to me publicly, across the entire city.
After we married, I became the envy of everyone.
He declared his love for me at every turn.
But the moment his "true love," Cassandra, appeared, he instantly kicked me out, leaving me with nothing, just to make space for her.
With nowhere to go, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.
I had been in this world for twenty-five years, painstakingly trying to win over four different men, only to lose everything in the end.
The system told me that if this body died, I could go home.
But just before my consciousness faded, I heard someone desperately begging me to live.

"Skylar, I know you're awake. Couldn't you have chosen any other time to off yourself? You just had to do it on the happy day Cassie returned?"
"What, are you trying to fake your death to frame Cassie?"
A cold voice sliced through the air. I opened my eyes to see Julian's icy gaze, brimming with hatred.
Julian, one of my targets, had once been the husband who loved me more than anything.
When we first met, he was battling for his family's inheritance and had been ambushed, leaving him mentally impaired. He clung to me, insisting we get married.
For three years, I bathed him, did his laundry, took care of his every need, and truly gave him my whole world.
Yet, when the family heirs had all but eliminated each other, he suddenly snapped back to his senses, becoming the sole successor.
Turns out, he'd been faking his condition all along to avoid danger. And I was the real fool, the one he'd tricked.
I turned to leave, but he knelt, begging me not to. He spent millions on a lavish, city-wide proposal.
"Skylar, please don't go. I can't live without you, not really. I was faking it, but I genuinely fell for you."
Amidst a shower of rose petals, looking at the familiar face I'd woken up to every day, I said yes.
But then Cassandra appeared, and his feelings changed.
He started staying out for long periods, using work as an excuse.
"Why can't you be more understanding?" he'd say.
"If I don't work hard, where would your food and clothes come from?"
I believed him.
But soon after, I found him and Cassandra intimately tangled in his office. Used condoms lay scattered on the floor.
When I confronted him, he demanded I leave the house with nothing.
I refused. So Cassandra faked her own death, jumping into the ocean. She then posted a ten-thousand-word accusation against me on Ins, claiming I had been tormenting and abusing her, driving her to suicide.
I was relentlessly cyberbullied.
Julian took the opportunity to throw me out of the house.
Even Finn, my own brother, wanted to disown me, calling me a wicked sister.
No matter how I tried to explain, no one believed my innocence.
I still didn't know why Julian had brought me back to life, but his eyes were blazing with hatred.
I forced out the last bit of air from my lungs, speaking with immense difficulty:
"Kill... me."
Julian instantly let go of me, his eyes full of rage, and slapped me hard.
"If you want to die, go somewhere else! Don't you dare dirty my hands!"
The blow left me dizzy and disoriented.
When I finally regained my senses, his bodyguards had already dragged me out and dumped me on the road outside the villa.
Julian stood with his arms crossed, his expression utterly cold, looking at me like I was trash.
"If you hadn't bullied and tormented Cassie, she never would have been driven to jump into the ocean. If you're going to kill yourself, do it far away from me. Just looking at you makes me sick to my stomach."
I let out a bitter laugh. They were the ones slandering me, yet I was the one in the wrong!
Did power and wealth really mean they could turn black into white?
But he probably forgot that without me, he wouldn't be where he was today!
Fine then, I wouldn't bother his sight anymore!
I stumbled away, reaching a busy street. Watching the relentless traffic, I took a leap.
Once this body died, I could finally go home.
The next second, a screech of tires and a blaring horn filled the air.
Someone grabbed my hair, dragging me back to the curb.
"Skylar, what the hell are you doing?!"
I looked at Julian, his face twisted in shock and anger, and quietly asked,
"Why? I already stayed far away from you."
Despite his harsh words, I saw his body trembling.
He used to tremble like that, shrinking behind me, whenever he was scared, back when he was my silly husband.
What was he scared of now?
Scared I'd die?
But wasn't I just giving him and Cassandra what they wanted?
Julian slapped me again, harder this time.
"What are you playing at? This is the only way for Cassie to get home! What if you die here and dirty her eyes?"
I lowered my gaze, a self-deprecating smile on my lips. So that's what it was.