"My Wife"—a novel my friend recommended, claiming it was amazing and that I absolutely had to read it. So I did, and she was right. The novel was truly captivating. The way the hero’s hatred gradually turned into love, and the way he expressed his feelings for the heroine—everything was perfect. Well, almost everything. Except for the villain. I really hated her. She existed solely to hurt the heroine, and honestly, I was satisfied with the ending where she got what she deserved—being sent to a mental asylum.

After finishing the novel, I went to sleep, feeling content with the story. But when I woke up the next day... I found myself in the body of the villainess—Prisha Mehra. The very character I despised the most.

The realization hit me like a wave. If I was in the villainess's body... that could only mean one thing—I was doomed to die.

Now, I was in a house with two rooms, a kitchen, and a big hall. The villainess—who was now me—owned a lot of expensive clothes, jewelry, countless purses, and perfumes. Yet, despite all the luxury, there wasn’t a single decent outfit in sight. How did she even wear all these extravagant clothes?

I sighed. There was no way I could wear any of them. After searching the closet, I finally found a shirt that looked somewhat decent compared to the rest. I paired it with pants, feeling a little more at ease.

With that settled, I decided to eat something. After all, I needed to stay alive if I was going to change my fate.

As I walked into the kitchen, I couldn’t find a single vegetable. After rummaging through the cabinets, I finally discovered some instant noodles. With no other option, I decided to cook them.

This was my body now, and I needed to take care of it. That meant filling the fridge with actual food. As I was lost in thought, the noodles were ready. I ate them quickly, realizing I needed to come up with a solid plan to survive in this world.

Thanks to the memories of the original owner, I now knew that I—Prisha Mehra—was already in a relationship with the hero. However, his grandfather had started pressuring him to marry the heroine. At this point, the original Prisha had already begun scheming to make the hero hate the heroine.

But now, I wasn’t "she" anymore. I was "me." I didn’t want the same fate as the original villainess. My plan wasn’t to hurt the heroine or get in her way. Instead, I decided to help her get closer to the hero without any problems, so they could be together happily. Maybe, just maybe, if I helped them, they would let me live.

To do that, I needed a plan. The first step was breaking up with the hero in a way that wouldn’t make him want to kill me in the end. I had to make sure that by the time the story reached its climax, the hero wouldn’t see me as a threat anymore.

It’s been 2 weeks since I came into the novel, and everything has been going pretty well—except for the calls I keep getting from the hero. I haven’t picked up any of them, nor have I replied to a single message. I’ve been avoiding him completely, hoping he’d eventually give up.

But today, I realized I couldn't avoid him forever. I had more important things to focus on—like visiting my father’s house to get a strand of his hair for the paternity test. Just as I was planning my next move, my phone buzzed again.

The hero was calling.

Ahhh, just kill me already!

I sighed and finally picked up the call.

"Hello."

A deep, angry, and rich masculine voice came from the other side of the call.

After that, he didn’t say anything, and I found myself frozen, unsure of what to do. Should I say something or just stay quiet?

I was battling with myself, trying to figure out what to do when suddenly—the doorbell rang.