The Female Lead's Awakening

What happens when the tormented female lead in a novel wakes up and decides to get together with the second male lead?

Coincidentally enough, I'm transmigrated into the body of this tormented female lead!

I opened and shut my eyes. Then, I did it again. And again.

I stared at the luxurious and sprawling manor before me, which one would only expect to see in TV shows or visualize when reading novels. Only then did I believe I'd transmigrated into a novel!

"I can't believe you sent someone to go after Suzanne again, Carissa Winton! You've held the position of Mrs. Faust for too long!" a man's furious voice rang out behind me.

I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement.

Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read?

So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

"Let's divorce, Carissa!" Lincoln said icily.

I was only taken aback for a second. Then, I snorted disdainfully. "Let's do it, then. It's not like I'll die without you!"

This time, it was Lincoln's turn to be taken aback. He narrowed his eyes and appraised me. "What are you up to this time?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I met his gaze fearlessly. "I agree to the divorce. It's not that hard to understand, right?"

Lincoln was a huge jerk. When reading the novel, I'd wanted to beat him to a pulp countless times on the original Carissa's behalf.

He was rendered speechless, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. I thumbed through the divorce agreement and was furious to learn he wanted "me" to leave the marriage without a penny to "my" name.

"I have one issue with this. Since you're the one who committed adultery, I don't think asking for half your assets is too much. If you're okay with that, we can draft a new divorce agreement now and have nothing to do with each other after this," I said.

Then, I ripped the unfair agreement into half as he watched.

"You've finally revealed your true colors, Carissa! You pulled all those tricks to marry me for my money! You're such a gold digger!" he snapped, looking like he'd suddenly realized what I was really like.

"Isn't that what you've always thought of me anyway? I'd be putting shame to your opinion of me if I weren't so materialistic, right? Cut the crap—give me the money, and I'll immediately leave. Whoever wants to be your wife can have the title. I don't want it anymore." I sat on the couch and held my head high like a queen.

Lincoln looked at me incredulously. Then, he gnashed his teeth. "Dream on! Don't even think about getting a nickel out of me when the money doesn't belong to you!"

This time, I couldn't resist rolling my eyes. He was such a shameless man. The original Carissa had gotten three abortions for him, yet he wasn't even willing to give her a dime. How blind could she have been to fall for him?

He was handsome and good at being a businessman, but that was it. He had no other redeeming qualities and was a scumbag through and through!

"Well, we can stay like this forever, then. As long as I refuse to divorce, Suzanne Lloyd will forever be a shameless homewrecker!" I said.

"Don't you dare call Suzanne a homewrecker! You're not worthy of that!" Lincoln looked furious. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, seemingly on the brink of getting physical.

What a scumbag! Could he actually be thinking of getting violent with me? How shameless could he be?

My heart trembled. It was probably from the remnants of the original Carissa's love for Lincoln. I figured she'd thoroughly given up on him now.

I mentally told her not to worry. Since I was here, I would make Lincoln pay for everything he'd done to her!

"Don't tell me you're going to resort to violence, Mr. Faust. Come at me, then. Do it, and I'll ensure everyone hears about this. I still have the receipts for those abortions you made me get for your mistress' sake!

"What's wrong, Mr. Faust? Are you angry? Do you want to hit me or even try to strangle me like you've done in the past? There are surveillance cameras in this living room, so they'll capture everything.

"You'd be providing the evidence for me to sue you for domestic violence, which will ruin Faust Group's reputation and make you the subject of everyone's criticism!"

Lincoln's face twisted with rage.

I wanted so badly to laugh when I saw how he wanted to get back at me but couldn't!