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It wasn’t until after I killed myself that I realized this world was a trashy romance novel.
And the manipulative schemer who made my life a living hell was the female lead.
With a single word, she could make my fiancé and my own brother worship the ground she walked on.
She drove me to a diagnosis of severe clinical depression and, eventually, to my death. And as I lay dying, she was nestled in my fiancé’s arms, whispering pitifully.
“Lillian Vance is so dramatic. A rich girl kills herself over a little mental health issue.”
“Not like me. I’m strong and independent.”
In the end, even the universe’s operating System got sick of her. It gave up on this train wreck of a world.
And I? I was reborn, with all my memories intact.
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I stood on the edge of the rooftop, my body numb from the depression that had hollowed me out. The railing
I clung to rattled from the violent tremor in my hands. The firefighters below, trying to instill some will to live
in me, had called my family.
But what family did I have left?
When my parents died in a car crash, my brother, Liam, was at Willow Marsh’s side while she had her appen-
dix out. He never even came to see them one last time.
Because Willow didn’t like me.
My fiancé, Ethan, had hurled insults at me as he broke off our engagement, only to turn around and fall into
Willow’s arms.
Even the vast Vance family fortune, my birthright, became a toy for my brother to lavish on Willow, a dowry
for her to take when she married another man.
Bankrolled by my fiancé and my brother, Willow became a rising starlet, using her fame to slander me to her
fans. She sicced her rabid followers on me, a girl with no one left to defend her.
After two years of relentless harassment, I was diagnosed with severe depression. I had wanted to die for a
long time.
And now, the firefighters had brought my murderers here to convince me to live.
My head swam. I looked down. There she was, Willow, supported by my brother and my ex–fiancé, shouting
up at me.
“Lillian, I know you’re not sick! You’re just jealous of my ambition and my success! You made yourself sick with envy!”
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My ex–fiancé chimed in, his brow furrowed in disgust.
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“Don’t think this little stunt will make me take you back, Lillian. Willow is kinder and stronger than you’ll ever be. You’re not even worthy of tying her shoes! Now get your ass down from there!”
The fog of my depression made it hard to concentrate, but their venomous words cut through, each one a fresh wound.
Numbly, I stepped over the railing. The scars crisscrossing my exposed arms were a testament to the pain I had inflicted on myself.
As she took in my wretched state, a flash of triumph lit up Willow’s eyes.
Amid the screams from the crowd below, I let go.
As darkness took me, I heard a clear, masculine voice.
【 Worldline 021 is a complete dumpster fire. How did the only person with a moral compass end up dead? 】
【This old–school Mary Sue trope is obsolete. Besides, this protagonist, Willow Marsh, is too toxic. She gen- erates zero positive value for the worldline.]
[You’re right. Let’s scrap this garbage world. Give everyone their free will back.)]
【And yeah, bring the girl who died back to life.]
