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Books have always been Emma's escape, especially romance novels where the girl ends up with the charming billionaire. Sometimes, She would wish she could be like the female lead, trading her reality for something magical.

One day at the airport, waiting for her flight, she whispered: “I wish I could be her…”

“That can be arranged,” a deep, confident voice replied.

The moment she turned that was the moment nothing in her life has been the same since.

Now, she was caught in a whirlwind of stories, jumping between worlds where the lines between fiction and reality blur. Each step pulls her deeper into a mystery she don’t fully understand. Someone or perhaps something is holding the key to it all.

And every time she thought she was figuring it out, the book seemed to rewrite itself—changing everything she thought she knew.

A Transmigration Story With A Lot Of Twist!

Not The Fairy Tale I Signed Up For

"I am sorry to inform you that we couldn't save the baby." The doctor's words hit hard, and both Emma and Melissa exchanged a heavy glance in silence.

"What do you mean, doctor? Baby?" Emma chuckled, trying to brush away the anxiety creeping in. "You must be joking, right?"

The doctor shook his head gently, his expression serious. "I'm afraid not. You were indeed pregnant, but due to the early stage of the pregnancy, along with the impact and injuries you sustained, we were unable to save the baby."

Emma's face was drained of color. Her breath hitched, and her mind struggled to keep up with the doctor's words. She looked at Melissa, who stood frozen beside her.

"I... I was pregnant?" Emma's voice trembled as she tried to comprehend what she was hearing.

The doctor nodded, offering her a sympathetic look. "I know this is overwhelming, but the early stage of pregnancy made it difficult for us to detect the situation in time."

Breaking Point