I was "disposed of" by order of my husband, because I was not a virtuous wife.

But what did he expect from me? Though I was still legally his wife, he had abandoned me and was sleeping around with a mistress. Moreover, that mistress wouldn't stop provoking me. She was supposed to be my best friend, but she stole my husband.

Of course I wouldn't remain virtuous. I had thrown a fit, causing a scene, and as a result, I was killed. I swore I would come back as a vengeful ghost, but instead I woke up in my twenty year old self on the morning of my wedding.

What the hell was this?

I was twenty again? I didn't want to live through this hellish life one more time. Let me become a ghost!

Instead, I was meant to live through the next four years of my life. Fine, I have to live again? Let's see if I won't get revenge.

I said that, but after trying to embarrass my so-called best friend in the same way she embarrassed me, I was killed in the same manner as before. Finally, I thought I'd be able to become a ghost. But no. I was sentenced back to my twenty year old self again.

What the hell is going on? God, come out and explain. I want to rest in peace!

By the fourth time I died and reincarnated, I finally gave up. I decided if I was getting another chance at life, I would do whatever I wanted. Never mind this revenge business. I went out without a care in the world, I escaped from those thugs my husband had hired to follow me, and I flirted with men left and right.

As expected, I was killed when I returned home for bringing shame to my husband.

I woke up in my twenty year old body just like always.

F*ck this! I'm not leaving my parents' home today. That husband only brings me death.

I fought and screamed and kicked and refused to leave my room until my parents couldn't take it anymore. I was slapped by my mother and forcibly dressed in my wedding gown.

I refused to go back to that household where only death and misery awaited me. If my husband of five lives didn't want me, I didn't want him either.

In an attempt to escape from my marriage, I tried to flee from the wedding venue, but who would have known a car would run the red light?

I died.

As expected, I woke up once again.

Fine, let's try again. I spent the next nine lives trying to escape on my wedding day. I managed to avoid the first car, but then it was a runaway bus. I managed to avoid those, but then it was a random shooter. I managed to avoid those, but then I tripped and smashed my head on the sidewalk. No matter how many ways I avoided dying, two more would appear.

I can't live with him, but I can't live without him, is that what you're trying to tell me god? F*ck! This is totally unfair!

If I had to get married, fine. I would get married. But I would not let that husband control me.

On our wedding night when he said those all-too familiar words: "Don't interfere with my life and I won't interfere with yours." I was prepared.

"Fine," I said. "Don't provoke me and I won't provoke you."

He wouldn't interfere with my life? I had seen that clearly those past five marriages. I wouldn't live a lonely, sheltered life inside this cold mansion anymore.

I spent my husband's money on extravagant vacations and travelled wherever I pleased. When my husband called me back for business events to appear on his arm, I was always tan and smelled like foreign places. He would wrinkle his nose at my disheveled appearance, but true to his word, he did not interfere.

This time, it was a mountain climbing accident.

But at least I hadn't died thanks to that cold-hearted bastard.

The next life, it was lavish clothing and material things. I purchased every dream item I could imagine, all the things I had always wanted but never felt were reasonable. I even convinced my husband to let me rent out a theme park for a day, just for me.

Of course, just like all the lives before, I didn't have any friends. Who needs friends when all they do is betray you?

But I died while choking on a churro at the theme park.

The next three lives I spent checking off everything on any bucket list I could find. My search history for those three lives was filled with internet searches of "best things to do before you die". Since my husband had abandoned me through all our marriages, I decided I would abandon him for as long as it took before I was able to stop reincarnating. Unsurprisingly, I died quite a bit trying out extreme things.

When I awoke in my twenty third life, I was bored of adventure. Just how many sights and thrills did I experience for it to become boring? Too many. After my wedding, when I entered the house, I lazed about. There was nothing that could hold my interest. Life was mundane. My husband abandoned me yet again. That mistress came around to provoke me, but how could I be provoked?

When that mistress pricked me, that so-called ex-best friend, I simply smiled. I've died so many times because of you, how could I let you kill me again?

I didn't realize how truly vicious this world was until that moment. My ex-best friend pushed me into oncoming traffic. I was prepared to die, but unexpectedly I lived.

The pain from being hit by a car, this was the first time I fully experienced it. I was taken to the hospital in a critical state. While I was barely conscious, I felt a warm hand holding mine. Surprisingly it was that cold-hearted bastard. It was the first time in all my twenty three lives I had seen him look so worried for someone.

That cold-hearted bastard... was he crying?

Before I was able to find out why he, who had no right to cry was crying, I was waking up in my twenty year old body again.

Wait a minute, you let me live only to kill me after seeing my husband crying? What is this, god? F*ck! I'm not reincarnating anymore!