Juliana was about to scream but somehow managed to shut her mouth. She felt frustrated as she read the records she had in her hands.Â
âHey, I donât know anything from these notes!â
Most of the confidently hidden records were self-praise.
âI thought you wrote something usefulâŚâ
Well, in the past, Juliana would just receive something from someone for her own satisfaction, and then wrote it down, saying, âThis guy did something nice for me, but he wasnât the type who would appreciate someone as special as me.â
Recognizing these memories, she hated them so much that she wanted to visit Juliana from the past and punch her.
âYouâre really not helpingâŚJuliana AuburnâŚâ
She had always been a woman who used verbal abuse towards her husband, and had always complained to her many followers that she wanted to part with her husband.
Yeah, you should have been nicer. Why did you die at the male leadâs hand? Is it because of that misunderstanding or maybe thereâs another reason? Youâre really hard to deal with for an extra.Â
Maybe itâs because she did physical work that was too exhausting compared to her weak body. Juliana sniffed and rested her face on the table.Â
Still, the regret did not subside.
She was so tired.Â
It was only the second day since she remembered her previous life and began to implement her plan, yet her little world was already falling apart in a storm.
In the end, Juliana closed her eyes, unable to resist the tiredness that came like a waterfall.