LM0041 A Story Waiting to Be Written

Mizuki's breath hitched as she took in the celestial figure before her. Every fiber of her being recognized the goddess, even before her mind could fully process it. This was not their first meeting. No, she had seen her before—felt her presence in the forgotten corners of her soul, in the dreams that had slipped through her fingers like grains of sand.

"You're here," Mizuki whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "You're real… Selene."

The goddess smiled, a serene, knowing expression that made Mizuki's chest tighten. It was a smile filled with ancient understanding, one that saw through lifetimes, through forgotten memories, through the very fabric of destiny itself.

"Yes, child," Selene murmured, her voice soft yet resonating like a song carried by the wind. "I have always been here. You are the one who has forgotten."

Mizuki's heart pounded. She had always felt it—this unshakable sense that there was more to her existence than the life she remembered. More than her past mistakes, more than the weight of her regrets, more than the tangled web of duty and love that bound her.

"I don't understand," she admitted, her voice wavering. "Why now? Why am I remembering this now?"

Selene took a step forward, her luminous presence wrapping around Mizuki like a comforting embrace. "Because the time has come," she said gently. "You are awakening, Mizuki. The past, the present, the truth you have long buried—they are all calling for you."

The weight of those words settled deep in Mizuki's chest. Awakening. What did that mean? And why did it both terrify and exhilarate her all at once?

Mizuki jolted awake, her breath unsteady. Despite the cool autumn air, heat clung to her skin. What was that? The dream had been unlike anything she had ever experienced. But the strangest part? She could remember every detail with startling clarity.

She sat in silence, replaying the scene in her mind. Then, unexpectedly, a chuckle escaped her lips.

"That's so funny," she murmured to herself.

The moon goddess had just told her a bedtime story.

She spoke of the cursed Children of the Moon and the fate of the lone alpha. The details were so vivid, so precise, that it felt more like a memory than a dream. It was as if an entire folklore had been etched into her mind, refusing to be forgotten.

But what was she supposed to do with it?

Inspiration struck. In her past life, she had been a moderately well-known author—though not in the way she had hoped. Her genre? What critics called bubblegum romance. Innocent love, naive romance… in short—

"Queen of Cringe."

Mizuki shuddered at the memory. During her marriage to Pablo, she had written ten books. Once, they had been her pride and joy. She had eagerly awaited readers' reactions, basking in the thought that her words had reached so many. But later, she realized—aside from equally foolish kids and starry-eyed teens—the rest of the audience had been laughing at her.

Had her books really been picked up on merit? Or had her parents—or worse, Pablo—pulled strings to support her trashy work?

It was probably the latter. Her parents would never support work that failed their high standards—not even if she was the creator.

But Pablo…

A soft smile touched her lips. Pablo had loved someone else, yes—but he had never acted on those feelings. Their marriage had been a contract, a convenient arrangement. How could she blame him for not giving her a heart that had never belonged to her in the first place?

In all fairness, Pablo had been good to her—through and through. He had even supported her cringe-worthy books just to make her happy.

She let out a soft, nostalgic sigh. She would never have that ever-supportive Pablo again in this life.

But she had already chosen a different path—one where she would reinvent herself as a writer, reshaping the way the world remembered her works. She didn't need to be a bestselling author; she just wanted to escape the cringe reputation she hadn't even known she had until right before she died. Even in this life, where she had yet to write a single word and remained unknown, she still carried the lingering embarrassment of her past.

That was one of her greatest regrets.

She might not yet fully grasp the world's affairs, but at least now, Mizuki knew she was no longer the naïve girl she once was.

So what would she do?

Her lips stretched into a knowing smile. She had one whopping story in her head, right? She was an avid reader, and she had never encountered anything quite like the dream she had. That could only mean one thing—this was a story waiting to be written.

"That's it," she decided.

Also…

"I have to find Lizbeth," she muttered, her eyes darkening with sorrow.

Lizbeth had been her trusted assistant in her past life—a single mother who had escaped an abusive relationship, struggling to raise her child alone. Mizuki had met her at a charity event Pablo had arranged for the company. What had started as pity had turned into deep admiration, as Lizbeth proved herself more than capable, quickly becoming indispensable.

But…

Nancy.

Feeling threatened by Lizbeth's presence in Mizuki's life, Nancy had ensured that she was removed from the picture.

Mizuki closed her eyes, the memory playing vividly in her mind. She remembered the masterful setup—Nancy had made it look as though Lizbeth had been misappropriating funds. But that alone wasn't enough to make Mizuki let her go. Money could be replaced. If there was a good reason behind it, Mizuki wouldn't have minded at all.

So Nancy took it further.

She fabricated a trail, making it appear that Lizbeth had been running a smear campaign against Mizuki Rossi online, spreading demeaning rumors about her and her work. Screenshots surfaced—damning evidence of Lizbeth's supposed betrayal.

It happened during the peak of Mizuki's Cringe Queen reputation.

Hurt and humiliated, Mizuki had confronted Lizbeth with Nancy by her side.

Lizbeth had pleaded her innocence, swearing that she had been framed. Mizuki could still remember the way Lizbeth's eyes darted to Nancy, silently begging Mizuki to see the truth.

But she hadn't.

Blinded by trust, by the belief that Nancy would never betray her, Mizuki had turned her back on Lizbeth.

In the end…

Lizbeth was let go.

She refused severance pay. She vanished without a trace.

The next time Mizuki heard her name, it was on the front page of the news.

Lifeless.

Her ex-husband had found her and their child. He had ended their lives before taking his own.

Tears spilled down Mizuki's cheeks.

She had promised Lizbeth protection. She had vowed to keep her and her child safe.

And she had failed.

Not just by believing Nancy's lies—but by pushing Lizbeth out into a world that had already been cruel to her.

And worst of all…

After Lizbeth was gone, Mizuki discovered something chilling.

Someone had still been using the account—the same one Nancy had accused Lizbeth of using.

Mizuki had changed the password.

Only one person had known about it.

Nancy.