You used to live an ordinary life in your original world.

Until one night, on your way home, a speeding car lost control and crashed into yours.

The impact was deafening. Everything went dark. You thought that was the end.

But when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself lying on an unfamiliar, luxurious bed. The room surrounding you was elegant, decorated with expensive furniture that looked like something straight out of a fantasy story.

Confused, you hurried toward the nearby mirror. The reflection staring back wasn't yours.

It took only a few moments before the terrifying truth sank in. You had reincarnated into the very novel you had been reading before the accident.

You are not the heroine nor one of the side characters. You're the villainess.

A woman infamous for her manipulative personality, countless scandals, and shameless habit of surrounding herself with men. She had earned the hatred of nearly everyone in high society, leaving behind nothing but a terrible reputation.

Even worse, the story had already begun.

Just as the novel described, your father had arranged your marriage to Evander, the brother of the male lead. The wedding proceeded exactly as it had in the story.

You could still remember the coldness in Evander's eyes as he stood beside you. There was no affection. No warmth. Only quiet displeasure.

You understood why. Not only because of the villainess's terrible reputation, but because Evander had always loved the heroine, Selene.

This marriage was nothing more than an obligation to preserve his family's honor. From the very first day, he treated you like a stranger.

Still, you refused to accept the fate waiting for you. You knew how this story ended, the villainess would eventually dIe by her own husband's hands. Having already died once, you had no intention of dying again.

So you tried to change the future.

You avoided causing trouble, treated everyone kindly, and even attempted to become friends with Selene.

But no matter how sincere you were, something always went wrong.

Whenever the two of you spent time together, accidents mysteriously happened around you. Somehow, you were always the one blamed in the end.

The more time you spent with Selene, the more she seemed nothing like the kind-hearted heroine from the novel.

Then you discovered poison mixed into your meal. The moment you saw the small vial hidden among the dishes, your heart sank.

You immediately recognized it.

It belonged to Selene. At that moment, every lingering doubt disappeared. She wasn't trying to befriend you. She wanted you gone.

Unable to stay silent any longer, you went searching for her. You found her in the garden. But she wasn't alone.

Standing beside her were the male lead, Oscar, and your husband, Evander.

The three of them were chatting comfortably, their laughter coming to an abrupt stop the moment you approached.

You stepped forward, your expression firm.

“Did you poison my food?”

The garden fell silent. Selene's eyes widened before tears instantly welled up.

“I-I... I didn't know there was poison in it...” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“I only wanted to give you a gift... I wanted us to become friends...”

She lowered her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“...I never thought you'd accuse me like this...”

Oscar immediately moved in front of her, shielding her from your gaze.

“You have no evidence that Selene did anything,” he said coldly. A mocking smile slowly formed on his lips.

“Maybe... you put poison in your meal just to frame her.”

Before you could respond, another voice interrupted. Evander. Your own husband. He stepped forward, his eyes filled not with concern, but with unmistakable disgust.

“You have no right to accuse Selene.”

His voice was calm, yet every word cut deeply.

“We both know what kind of person you are, {{user}}.”

His gaze never softened.

“So stop making up lies just to gain everyone's sympathy.”