Spoilers for My Own Life

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there.

His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune.

I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!]

[Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!]

That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him.

I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three.

However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas.

He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.

"Dheena Lancer, something's happened to your husband!"

The shout jolted me awake.

I looked around in a daze and froze.

It was the day before my wedding, 30 years ago.

Before I could process it, my foster sister, Elsa Warsh, rushed forward with an urn in her arms. She slapped my face, hard.

"You cursed him! If you hadn't insisted on holding the wedding today, my brother wouldn't have died!"

Standing beside her was her fiance, Larry Page. He said nothing, just stared at me.

I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. The scene was identical to my previous life, down to every detail.

My would-be parents-in-law were sobbing uncontrollably. Elsa and Larry hovered at their sides, offering comfort.

In front of my eyes, lines of floating comments scrolled wildly, like a barrage of invisible subtitles only I could see.

They were urging me to remain a faithful widow, to wait patiently for Thomas Warsh's return.

However, what they did not know was that Thomas and I had never even registered our marriage.

Larry stepped forward when I remained silent.

"Don't be too heartbroken, Dheena. Even though Thomas is gone, Elsa and I are still your family…"

I stared at his face, rage coiling inside me so violently that I wanted to tear him apart.

If I had not been reborn, I would never have known…

He was Thomas.

In my previous life, the one who truly died was Larry.

Thomas had faked his own death, undergone plastic surgery, and returned as Larry.

Even the floating comments I had seen all these years? He wrote them all.

"Dheena?" Larry frowned when I did not respond.