When I Died, He was Indifferent — Novel

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In a world torn apart by war and betrayal, a princess finds herself trapped in a nightmare of her own making. After choosing to stay in the Glar Dynasty for love, she becomes a pawn in a deadly game, sent as a hostage to an enemy nation while the man she thought would cherish her turns his affection elsewhere. As she endures unimaginable suffering, her pleas for help fall on deaf ears, and hope fades like the last rays of sunlight.

Haunted by memories of a love unreturned and a life wasted, she questions everything: Was her sacrifice for love worth it? As the days stretch into years, despair clutches at her heart, and the weight of her choices becomes unbearable. Will she ever escape the living hell she's been thrust into?

Meanwhile, the man who once promised to return for her spirals into madness, gripped by guilt and desperation. As the clock ticks down, their fates intertwine in ways neither can foresee. Can love truly conquer all, or will it be the very thing that leads to their undoing? In this tale of lost chances and bitter truths, the line between love and indifference blurs, leaving only questions in its wake.

When I Died, He was IndifferentChapter 1

After successfully winning over the second male lead, I chose to stay in the Glar Dynasty.

Huston treated me very well, promising me a lifetime together.

Just when I thought the story had come to a perfect conclusion, war broke out at the border, and the emperor sought peace.

Huston exchanged his military achievements to allow me to stay in the Glar Dynasty, sending me as a hostage to the enemy nation instead of the female lead.

"It's what I owe you; you don't need to feel guilty." He still cared for the female lead.

I begged Huston to let me stay, but he brushed it off. "It's only for a while, dear. I'll come to fetch you home personally."

Later, I endured endless humiliation in the enemy country. In my despair, Huston went mad.

He delayed my return and love.

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"Your Highness, just hold on a little longer. The three years will soon be up. The general will come to take you back."

Melanie was crying uncontrollably, rubbing my cold hands, which were covered in oozing frostbite.

I was already critically ill, barely hanging on. I was unwilling to accept it.