This isn’t your average tale of rebirth. As the doomed villainess destined to fall by the male lead’s blade, I figured my fate was sealed—just another overused trope. Accepting an unfair death seemed like a fitting end for someone like me, a small price for playing the antagonist. But then I discovered I couldn’t break free from the story’s rigid script. If my demise was inevitable, I might as well steal one last kiss from my gorgeous husband before the end… Except suddenly, the plot began twisting in ways I never expected. Why was the original storyline unraveling before my eyes?
The more I tried to resist, the more the narrative shifted, leaving me questioning everything. Was my presence altering destiny, or had I misunderstood my role from the start? My calculated schemes and dramatic exits no longer followed the predictable path. Even the male lead, who was supposed to despise me, started looking at me differently. What was supposed to be a tragic ending now felt like a story rewriting itself—with me at the center of the chaos.
And that kiss? It wasn’t just a reckless goodbye. It became the spark that set the entire plot aflame. Now, instead of facing my doom, I’m navigating a world where nothing goes as planned. The villainess isn’t supposed to survive, let alone thrive—so why does it feel like the story is bending to my will? Maybe fate wasn’t as fixed as I thought. Or maybe, just maybe, I was never the true villain after all.
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