My part in the novel concludes with my execution alongside the villainess. But then, to my surprise, I found myself back again.
I thought I could change the story. By fulfilling the rightful owner’s wish for vengeance, I believed I could bring her back—and find my own through death, the only release I longed for.
Like many transmigrators, I escaped my adoptive family and sought out my real one. To my surprise, finding them was easier than I expected, as though fate had paved the way.
[Selene Astralyon is my daughter. Anyone who dares harm her will face my wrath.]
[I am your older sister. I was born to protect you.]
[My lady, run! You must live—you must take revenge.]
But nothing comes without a price. If I had known the cost of changing the story, would I still have chosen this path? Or was I already too far gone to turn back?