CH 2

I became the wicked sister-in-law of the female protagonist.

2.

Albert and Rosalyn had a fateful reunion in the garden of Israji, which contains their memories.

What fate, bitch. That’s an affair

No matter how much true love they had, their relationship was an affair. The moment Rosalyn married Seamus, an affair.

If you loved Albert that much, you should divorce Seamus and meet him proudly. Or don't meet Albert.

Considering the financial circumstances of her family, Rosaline cannot afford to divorce Seamus, and at the same time, she does not give up her relationship with Albert and continues secretly.

And finally, the fruit of that love… Abigail was born.

Seamus had no doubt that Abigail was his blood. Because he loved and believed in Rosalyn.

And unfortunately, Albert and Seamus had similar eye colors, so he couldn't suspect that Abigail, who had blue eyes like his biological father, was not his bloodline.

… I should have stopped the novel here. It's a shame that I couldn't stop this novel in the hope that Seamus would be happy.

As if betraying the heart of Seamus, who had firmly believed that Abigail was his daughter from the beginning, the child became more and more like Albert as she grew up. Because of that, he began to doubt Rosalyn little by little.

And in the end, he found the secret that Abigail is not his child.

At this point, I screamed.

Finally! Get a lot of alimony and get a divorce! She clapped her hands and shouted with joy.

But Seamus hadn't broken my expectations and divorced Rosalyn because he'd been stupid enough to love her, even Abigail, who wasn't his own.

Seamus tried to win Rosalyn's heart back somehow, even as he was thoroughly broken. Although in the process, he did some bad things that got in the way between them.

Yes. In the original work, Seamus was a villain, an existence that interfered with the love of the main characters.

Why did I finish reading this? I should've gotten off here somewhere. Damn it.

I foolishly believed that justice would prevail. Seamus also believed that one day she would realize she was wrong, and she would divorce him.

By the end of it…

Seamus ended up taking his own life.

It was beyond belief. What a trashy ending.

Rosalyn and Albert, who thoroughly destroyed a person's life, lived happily and formed a family, leaving a famous line that forgave Shaymouth's mistakes and even the “cowardly choice” at the end.

For a long time.

This was the end of the novel I read. It was really a plague until the very end.

I was so angry that I was reading a novel while working part-time at a convenience store and taking advantage of the absence of customers. That's why I left the same words as the last one I mentioned earlier.

“Did you write something like this as a novel?! Even if I write it, it will be better than this!!”

And I threw my precious smartphone, which is still 10 months away from installment.

It was a waste, but at that time I was out of my mind to think about the remaining installments. Because I was so angry that my face turned red saying vulgar words.

That's the last thing I remember.

Because that's when I died.

What are we talking about? In other words, I died while trying to pick up the cell phone I threw.

While reading a novel on the terrace of a convenience store, the cell phone I threw landed on the road, and I stopped trying to pick it up without seeing a car coming from the other side…

I was hit by a car and left the world.

A mother and daughter died in the same accident. I wanted to ask if this makes sense, but unfortunately, that was my last.

Really… I had a terribly unlucky life. This time, since I was dead, I couldn't even get the settlement money.

I must have died like that, but when I came to my senses, I was in this world.

In the novel, I used to curse so much.

She possessed the body of Lucia Chase, Seamus' sister, Rosalyn's sister-in-law.

It was about two months ago that I was possessed by this body. When Rosalyn was already in full bloom.

At first, I thought it was just a ridiculous dream, that I would wake up soon and be able to return to reality, but no matter how much time passed, I couldn't wake up from this long dream.

I finally had to admit this incredible situation.

If I was going to possess, I'd rather possess Seamus before he marries Rosalyn, or before Abigail’s birth.

By the time I admitted to possessing the character in the novel, Rosalyn had already given birth in good health.

My confusion didn't show on the outside, as I didn't usually change my expression a lot, but it was because it took time to adapt to such an absurd situation anyway.

Well, it wasn't because I had regrets in my life. Her mother, who was her only family, had already passed away, and her father and their relatives did not want to acknowledge them as part of her family.

My maternal grandfather, who died before I was born, my maternal grandmother, who died when I was four years old, and my maternal uncles and aunts, who disowned me after fighting with my mother over the meager inheritance left, are also related to me.

Nor did she have any close friends. She had been hanging out with her friends since she was young, but she was building a wall without even realizing it, perhaps because she had no room in her heart.

It was the same when I went to college.

Even before her mother passed away, she was unable to participate in a single-department event because she had to work part-time and study at the same time.

I didn't have the money or the time to chat with my classmates at a café.

Naturally, I became the best outsider in the department, an outsider for short.

I did not go to college because I was interested in studying.

I planned to get a job right after graduating from high school, but my mother was against it. Still, she said she had to get a college diploma.

That's why it was the university I entered, so even if I died after taking a leave of absence, I didn't feel much regret.

It was a very tough life. How could I have lived without making any of these precious relationships?

So I really didn't have any lingering feelings about my life. There was no precious person alive. In fact… I even thought I was lucky to die. That's how tired I was.

Why didn't they send me to the afterlife to meet my dead mother again? Why did I come here?

How embarrassed I was when I first came into this body. It was because I was similar in height and body type, but other things were so different.

Her long, unrealistic pastel-toned pink hair was well-maintained, so it was soft and shiny, and her moist skin was glowing, perhaps because she was born into a noble family, ate well, and slept well. That's what's commonly called a water buff.

The eyes were clear sky blue. The sparkling eyes, as if they were studded with jewels, were unfamiliar to me, who was accustomed to the black eyes of Koreans.

Unlike my hands, which were rough and rough for their age because they suffered from part-time jobs day and night, Lucia's hands were white and smooth. It seemed that she had never been doused with water in her life.

It's confusing how different they are.

However, fortunately, even amid that hecticness, I did not say nonsense such as “Where am I?” or “Why am I here?”

My face reflected in the mirror was a face I had never seen before, but strangely, as soon as I saw it, I knew that 'this face is Lucia Chase'.

Not only that. Every time I saw unfamiliar faces, I remembered what their relationship was with Lucia and what their name was.

And I was able to know all the basic information like common sense in this world that I needed to live as 'Lucia Chase' as if it were already stored in my brain.

Thanks to that, I recognize my family, and I didn't have to be treated like a crazy person and locked up for talking nonsense.

Even as I lived day by day adapting to the life of Lucia Chase, I had no thoughts. It was because there was no specific goal of what and how to live.

The main characters in the many possessive stories that I have read so far quickly find their goal and move steadily toward that goal.

However, I was not able to find any goal even though I was possessed, probably because I had lived without much in my previous life.

No, what should I say?…. Rather, shouldn't we say that I lost my goals?

In my previous life, my goal was simply to 'survive'.

My goal was to remain alone in the world and somehow manage to survive on my own.

However, after entering the body of Lucia, the daughter of a wealthy count family, there was no need to worry about surviving.

The spacious and cozy bedroom was mine, and three hot meals were served without doing anything.

The dressing room, which was filled with colorful clothes that I did not know how to wear alone, was several times larger than the narrow studio I lived in.

Besides, there was a lady-in-waiting who followed me all day and helped me with my work.

It was a life that was unfamiliar to me, where I did not have to work hard today to survive tomorrow.

Sadly, I'm not a person who has a habit of enjoying luxurious life, as they say, when you've had the luxury of it you don't enjoy it.

Even though I was a child from a fairly wealthy family until my parents divorced, I found this very awkward. I couldn't adapt to the colorful clothes and delicacies that go on the table at every meal.

So I had no choice but to live day by day. Come to think of it, it's exactly the same as my life before I died. The only difference is whether it takes effort to live day-to-day.

But today, at this very moment, I thought that I couldn't live without a goal anymore.

In this world, when a child is born, the door is locked for three weeks to protect the mother and the newborn, and entry to the room is prohibited except for the midwife, nanny, and a few maids.

And today was the day when the three weeks passed and the family met the newborn life.