Violet's POV—
I opened my eyes and tried to move my body.
"Why can't I move my damn body, and why am I having such a hard time breathing?"
I was covered in dust. All I could see was darkness. I tried to free myself.
"Damn it… just a little more."
I used all my strength and burst out of the darkness.
Gasp—cough—cough—
Finally… I can finally breathe.
I looked around and found myself buried in a grave.
"What the hell… who the hell buried me here? And I didn't even know I died."
I got up from the grave and looked around.
"What is this weird place?"
I looked at myself. I was wearing a dress—one worn by women in old times.
"Why am I wearing this kind of dress?"
"What the hell is happening? Someone answer me!" I screamed in frustration.
Just then, I saw someone standing there.
"Hey, who are you?" I asked.
From the shadows, an old woman walked toward me.
"You—it's you… can you tell me what is going on?" I asked, confused.
The old woman smiled and said, "You are inside a fantasy novel book."
"What?" I asked, unable to comprehend what I had just heard.
The old woman repeated herself.
"Yes… you are inside a fantasy novel book."
"Who brought me here? How did I end up here?" There were a lot of questions in my head.
The old woman smiled and answered, "I brought you here."
"You brought me here?"
"Yes, my child," the old woman smiled.
"Child my ass." I ran to the old woman and grabbed her by her collar.
"You old hag, I helped you and you brought me to this damn novel," I said, shaking her.
"I want to return to my world. Send me back now, or I'll kill you with my own hands."
"Wait… wait… first let me go," the old woman said, struggling to speak.
I let go of her. "Speak now."
"You can't go back now—not until you complete your task," the old woman said, coughing.
"What did you say… what task do I have to complete?" I asked, confused.
The old woman smiled. "You have to help the main character of this novel find the woman he loves and help them get married."
"Help the main character find the woman he loves?" I grabbed the old woman again.
"Help them? You old hag, do I look like a matchmaker to you? Why the hell do I have to help them? Can't they do that themselves?"
The old woman escaped from my grip. "No, they can't. That's why they need your help."
"Why can't they do that?" I asked angrily.
"Because the man is already married to someone else," the old woman said with a serious look in her eyes.
"What? He is already married? Then why the hell does he want to get married again? Can't he just live happily with his goddamn wife, for God's sake?"
"He didn't marry his wife out of his own will," the old woman paused.
"He was forced to marry her. He is in love with someone else."
I pressed my hand to my temple. "Then can't he just kill that wife of his and marry his goddamn lover?"
"He can't kill her either. If he did, his father would disown him," the old woman said.
"He can't do this, he can't do that—then what the fuck can he do?" I grabbed my hair in frustration.
"That's why he needs your help to find the woman he loves."
"Wait. If he doesn't like that woman and can't kill her, then what about divorce? He can just get a divorce. Simple," I said.
"No, he can't divorce her either," the old woman said simply.
I hit my head on the tree beside me in anger.
"I hate this."
"But," the old woman spoke, "the wife can give him a divorce."
"What?" I asked.
"Yes. If the wife wants, she can give him a divorce and free him from this marriage."
"Really?" I asked, seeing a ray of hope.
"But I don't think she will do it. She has nowhere to go and no family members, so if she divorces her husband, she will be left with nothing," the old woman said.
The last ray of hope shattered.
I stood there, thinking for a moment.
"Okay, I get it now. So all I have to do is help the main character find his true love that he's been searching for and help him get a divorce from his wife so he can marry the woman he loves."
"Oh my God, you got it all right," the old woman said, smiling.
"And if I complete the task, I can go back to my world?" I asked for confirmation.
"Yes, yes, you got it," the old woman said, grabbing my hand.
"Fine. I guess I have no choice but to do it," I said, knowing there was no other way.
"Now tell me about the main character—what he is like and the woman he is married to. I want the information."
"The main character's name is Iyan Silverhart, the crown prince of this empire," the old woman said.
"And the woman he married—her name is Violet."
"What did I expect? Of course the main character is the prince of some fucking empire," I said, rubbing my temple.
"Now tell me about myself. This is not my body, right? I possessed someone, right? Tell me about this woman I'm possessing now," I asked, looking at myself.
"The woman you are possessing is Violet, the wife of Prince Iyan Silverhart."
My jaw dropped. "What…"