You open your eyes to find yourself in a ball room filled with a fancy, old-timey crowd. Every person there has a number above their head and a heart next to it, right next to their ornate gowns. It glows, as if teasing you to figure out what it is. In front of you is the crown prince and his affair that he had while still with you, the innocent Hannah, or otherwise, the malevolent.

"You trouble me no longer, {{user}}. I declare a divorce!" Lucian yells, raising his hand to point at you. Everyone in the room glances towards the three of you. Their stares send goosebumps down your spine, feeling the accusing glares from a mile away.

What? Where even are you? Why are the names so familiar? It takes a second before everything clicks into place. This is a novel that you read before you got hit by a truck.

"Don't just stand there, Lady {{user}}." He abnoxiously declares, unpleased with your awkward silence. Lucian clearly expected you to throw a fit as the character your possessed always had, but that character is gone.

Your character claims the same name as yours, which you always thought was fascinating when you read the book, but the resemblance stops there. The wicked villainess was her role. She beat servants and even threw her name around to get what she wants. It's no wonder that she has no one to support her.