Your Love Means Nothing to Me

I’m a mortuary restoration specialist.

On the night before my wedding, I restored the body of an unnamed woman—only to find out it was Celine's mother, who had been missing for days.

I barely had time to tell her the news before I was bound and dragged to an underground fighting arena.

They destroyed my face, poisoned my voice, and after drugging me, they forced me onto the stage to be auctioned off as a stress-relief toy.

With my eyes swollen shut, I could barely see, but I caught a glimpse of Celine making out with her little lover amidst the cheers.

“Celine, is it true that Kristian is back to messing with corpses? No wonder you came here to spend your bachelorette party with Liam!”

After the kiss, Celine hung herself on the man, casually adding, “Kristian loves to handle corpses, and I love to handle Liam—we both have our hobbies! I’m getting married tomorrow, so tonight, I should make Liam happy!”

As the auction began, announcing the stress-relief methods and prices, I struggled to give Celine a warning look.

But she thought I was flirting with her.

Disgusted, she spent two hundred thousand to secure the top bid for a hundred slaps across my face.