He Cheated, So I Drank the Love Potion Myself Chapter 01

He Cheated, So I Drank the Love Potion Myself Chapter 01

A strange bottle of potion came into my possession.

Whoever drank it would fall in love with the person who gave it to them.

I didn’t hesitate. I drank it myself.

This time, I chose myself.

I chose to love myself.

See you tomorrow, Ophelia.

…

In my last life.

After Reed Pierce cheated on me, a bottle of potion somehow fell into my hands.

It was a small, clear bottle filled with a shimmering blue liquid.

A nearly illegible label clung to the glass:

“Whoever drinks this water will fall in love with the person who gives it to them.”

Back then, I saw it as my last chance.

I pinned every last scrap of hope on it.

The next morning, I poured the potion into Reed’s coffee.

It worked quickly.

He slowly pulled away from that woman and turned his attention back to me.

He started remembering our anniversaries.

He brought home flowers.

At night, when he held me, he’d whisper the sweet things he hadn’t said in years.

It was as if we had gone back to the beginning.

Everyone thought Reed was deeply in love with me.

Only I knew it wasn’t his choice.

It was a love I had coerced.

Every time he held me, every time he kissed me, the images of him with another woman would flash through my mind.

When he murmured sweet nothings, I could only wonder if he had said the same things to her.

Worse, I lived in constant fear.

If he spoke to another woman for work.

If his phone lit up with a notification.

If anyone he’d once flirted with appeared in the same room.

I would tense up.

Was the potion wearing off?

Was he going to leave me again?

I became someone I barely recognized.

The smallest thing could send me spiraling.

If Reed zoned out for a few seconds, or if his reply lacked a certain warmth, I would obsess for hours over whether he’d stopped loving me.

Then, I got pregnant.

The happiness was fleeting, quickly crushed by a familiar dread.

What if the potion finally wore off?

What if Reed turned back into the man who despised me?

What would I do?

What would happen to my child?

I touched my still-flat stomach and understood something for the first time.

I had locked myself in a beautiful prison of my own making.

One that would shatter at the slightest touch.

My hair started falling out in clumps.

I was anxious all the time, my body a constant, tight knot of tension.

Even Reed’s attempts to comfort me brought no peace.

Love, if not freely given, spoils.

And I had destroyed any chance of that with my own hands.

Once, Reed said casually, “Sweetheart, you seem to have a few more fine lines around your eyes lately.”

It was an ordinary sentence.

I broke down on the spot.

I couldn’t focus on work. My mistakes mounted. My nerves were perpetually frayed.

In the end, after one emotional crash too many, I lost the child I would never get to meet.

Reed held me, comforting me in a low voice.

But in that moment, I wasn’t moved.

All I felt was a tidal wave of regret.

I regretted trying to chain a man to my side when his heart had already left.

So in this life, when that familiar bottle of blue potion appeared before me again, I didn’t pause.

I twisted off the cap, tipped my head back, and drank every last drop.

The liquid was slightly astringent as it slid down my throat.

Instead of wasting all my energy on a cheating man, I would save it for myself.

Love you, Ophelia.

See you tomorrow.