I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 1
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- The male lead cheated on the villainess
The era of “Great Possession.”
“I won’t be one of them,” “Possession is just fantasy,” “It won’t happen in reality.”
Even those who confidently made such claims had all succumbed to the times where the possessed had dictated, “Future junior possessor who will experience a possession, memorize the original work.” This was the age.
Here, a woman also reluctantly underwent a possession. Upon opening her eyes, she immediately sensed the strangeness around her. An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar blanket, an unfamiliar room, and above all, unfamiliar cherry blossom-colored hair.
“…I see. That’s how it is.”
The woman, who had just opened her eyes, closed them quietly and smiled. It was a situation where she couldn’t help but laugh despite her intention not to. She raised her arm to cover her face and burst into a dry laugh.
“Yeah, when you think about it, it’s perfect for a possession. Dumped by the lover I promised to marry and getting drunk on an alcohol I couldn’t drink….”
She went to find him. She didn’t want to break up, they couldn’t break up like this, they’d been together for ten years, and she begged.
But what came back in the end was:
–”I’m sorry. I’m not excited about you anymore.”
A cold expression and words that said he didn’t feel excited about her, as he spoke of betraying her. What was the expression he had at that moment? The man with beautiful black hair and golden eyes, who had been so lovely, was feeling thrilled as he left her.
“…Ha.”
Contrary to the laughter that escaped between her lips, tears flowed from her downcast eyes. The moment she was informed of the breakup? Of course, it was sad. But the reason she was crying now was different.
‘I just got a little drunk and caused some trouble, but you didn’t have to kill me, did you?’
The last memory before the possession, that was him lifting a big hand above her as she clung to him, crying. The sound of her head hitting something resembled the sound of her body colliding with a truck. In that moment when her vision turned completely red, she couldn’t forget the joy that filled the man’s golden eyes.
The joy of killing his old girlfriend, whether she was suffocating from crying or from betrayal, or perhaps both.
“Huuk…Heeuk.”
The woman, who had been lying still, suddenly got up. In the meantime, her crying had transitioned into continuous coughing. Her hand, gripping her throat, felt tense. But it felt strange.
Surely, before the possession, her head was shattered, so why did her throat feel dry? It was an inexplicable phenomenon at the moment.
“Hu, Ha….”
Desperately trying to calm her breath, the woman wiped her tear-soaked cheeks haphazardly. She had awakened in someone else’s body, but losing her breath to her boyfriend’s hands was no different from what happened yesterday. Her entire being was submerged in depression, and tears were about to fall any moment. It felt like everything was her fault, like there was something wrong with her. Would he have gone as far as to kill her?
“No, that’s not it. I shouldn’t think like this.”
The woman vehemently denied the thought that had come to her mind. She knew it all too well. In reality, she understood better than anyone that “no matter what, murder is not justified.” It was just that she couldn’t fathom it in her heart.
So, she decided to deliberately think positive thoughts, using her best efforts to engage her stubborn brain. Her original hands weren’t this delicate and pretty. She held onto the rosy-pink hair, which emitted a faint rose-scented soap fragrance. She touched her nose and lips, reveling in the smooth and ticklish sensation. “The body I’m currently moving is not my own,” she reminded herself, using this fact as a lubricant to push her rigid thoughts forward.
Like brainwashing herself, she repeated it over and over again. Let’s consider this as living twice. Let’s use the life before the possession as a lesson. Don’t get attached to a man again; take care of your own affairs.
“Never trust in love again.”
Never, absolutely never, trust anyone!
Yes, in order to live independently, she needed to know who the owner of the possessed body was. The woman immediately found a mirror.
First, she noticed the rosy-pink hair she was currently holding in her hand. Then she looked at the mirror, as if licking it with her eyes, seeing her busy emerald-green pupils. Her face, as pale and petite as it could be, remained tiny even after crying. Her appearance was incredibly lovely, as if cherry blossoms had turned into a person. There was no need to twist and turn her face to check.
“Oh, thank goodness… I’ve possessed Ivonne.”
This appearance was also familiar to her.
