When Nora White opened her eyes in the unfamiliar bathroom, she already knew the story had reached its end.
Not hers—someone else's. The heroine had overcome countless hardships, become a celebrated actress, and ended up with the rich CEO. The villainess had fallen from grace.
And that villainess... was now her.
Nora stared at her pale reflection in the cracked mirror. Shadows clung to her eyes. Her body felt unfamiliar, her chest tight with confusion and fear. A slight swell at her belly confirmed what the original Nora already knew—she was four months pregnant.
She hadn't planned this. Neither had the woman whose life she'd fallen into.
The original Nora had been cruel, spoiled, and broken by her own schemes. She'd tried to drug her stepsister out of jealousy, only to fall into her own trap—drugged, disgraced, and left pregnant by a faceless stranger.
Her father had disowned her. The media had torn her apart. Now, she was alone, nameless in a cramped apartment, clinging to the last of her bank balance: ten thousand dollars and change.
The city beyond the window glittered in a cold, artificial way. Nora looked at it and felt nothing but dread. She couldn't stay here—not in this world, not in this story.
Three days later, she boarded a southbound train with a suitcase in one hand and hope in the other.
Her destination was a quiet place the original Nora had once visited as a child—Clearwater Village. Tucked between misty hills and winding rivers, it was untouched by the chaos of city life and the characters from the novel that had swallowed her.
The train doors opened, and Nora stepped out into her new beginning.
This time, the story was hers.