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On our fifth anniversary, Fintan was planning to propose to me.
I was waiting excitedly in the bedroom while they set up, when I overheard Fintan's resigned tone:
"Now whenever I think about her hands preparing all those bodies, I feel sick."
"But I have to marry her. I owe her that much."
How laughable.
Seven years ago, at his father's funeral, he couldn't stop thanking me for giving his father a final moment of dignity.
Five years ago, he passionately kissed my fingertips as he professed his love, swearing he'd never be repulsed by me.
If you don't love me, then get lost.

The Groom-to-Be Despises My Job as a Mortician

This incident caused quite a stir, and Fintan's mother came to see me.


After Fintan's father passed away, her physical and mental health took a severe blow. After I helped them pay off their debts, she moved into a nursing home.


I thought she had come to ask me for a letter of understanding, but to my surprise, she was here to apologize.


Aunt Stone spoke to me with love and guilt:


"I had been waiting for you and Fintan to get married, but I never expected to hear this news instead."


"Seven years ago, you used all your savings to help us, and for the past seven years, you've tirelessly supported Fintan. I've seen it all and kept it in my heart. To me, you're like my own daughter."


"I never imagined my son would turn out like this, unable to judge people or distinguish right from wrong, and end up hurting you so badly. It's my fault for not raising him properly. I won't offer him any help in this matter; he must face the consequences of his actions."


Chapter 10