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No Longer Your Supporting Role

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 718    |    Released on: 16/06/2025

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and walked out.

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No Longer Your Supporting Role
No Longer Your Supporting Role
“The last thing I remembered was dying alone on a cold concrete floor, my family ruined, my life a story someone else wrote. But then a cold, mechanical voice declared me a "supporting character" and a "villainess," my narrative arc complete. My decade-long devotion to Ethan Vance, the golden boy, was dismissed as a mere "transaction" when his true love, Clara, appeared. He effortlessly took all credit for my work, systematically destroyed my family' s legacy, and left me for dead, branded the jealous antagonist. Was my entire existence just a cruel, predetermined role in someone else' s story, my suffering merely a plot device for their happiness? Then, I gasped, finding myself eighteen again, facing the very beginning of that horrifying script – but this time, I knew it was my second chance to seize control and rewrite my own damn narrative.”