Crown Prince, I hate you!

The Crown Princess who loves the Crown Prince. At least, that never applied to us. The Crown Prince wanted nothing more than a puppet princess, and he never loved me.

“Who is that woman?”

How did it feel to see the person you loved holding another woman in his arms one day?

“Helen.”

He smiled at her—a smile he had never once shown me.

No, perhaps it would have been better if it had stopped there.

“How utterly pathetic.”

“Your Highness, could it be that you’re jealous of me?”

The Crown Prince of the Empire and Helen, who stood by his side, smiling at me. I endured countless stares as the unloved, puppet Crown Princess. In the end, I took my own life in the dead of night, with my own hands.

And yet…

“Miss, are you all right?”

I’m back.

For some reason, I had returned to five years ago. Confused by the absurdity of the situation, my turmoil didn’t last long.

“I will never repeat my past life.”

So now—

“I refuse.”

Please, Your Highness, stay away from me this time.