“And they lived happily ever after.” That was how my story was supposed to end. Like hell we did. The bastard cheated on me. Then he ran my damn company into the ground. On top of that, these annoying, glowing comments have been floating in front of my eyes lately, mocking me day in and day out. [Aww, he doesn’t want you anymore. Poor female lead~] [The goddess on a pedestal turned into a chore in the end~] [Dean: The legendary King of Backstabbing.] I scoffed, turned around, and stabbed Dean to death. 01 When the blade sank in, Dean was still trying to force me to sign. One of his hands pressed down on the transfer agreement, while the other shielded Sienna behind him. Sienna, wearing my necklace, stood behind him. Her eyes welled with tears instantly. “Anna, I swear I never wanted to take anything from you.” Dean frowned. “Anna, don’t scare her.” I glanced at the documents spread across the desk. Equity transfer. Debt confirmation. Change of corporate representative. Every page was beautifully drafted, a perfect execution of my ruin. Three years ago, the epilogue ended at our wedding. He had knelt in the pouring rain, begging for my hand. Eyes red, he had sworn: “Anna, I will love you and only you for the rest of my life.” The comments had wept back then. [He finally realized his mistake.] [Hurry up and take him back, girl!] [The perfect ending. They’re going to be so happy.] I took him back. I married him. I gave him executive control over half the company. I stood before the board of directors and declared that Dean was not only my husband but the person I trusted most in the world. And now, he had used that trust to bleed my company dry. Sienna took a step forward, her voice tiny and sweet. “Anna, Dean is only doing this for your own good.” I looked at the necklace around her throat. Dean had given it to me on our first anniversary. He said the diamond was flawless, just like me. Now it hung on Sienna, sparkling mockingly. The comments began to scroll again. [Why isn’t she signing already?] [Who else does she even have besides Dean now?] [She’s just acting tough. She’ll end up crying and begging him anyway.] I picked up the heavy brass letter opener from the desk. Dean finally looked at me, his voice dropping into a stern warning. “Anna. Stop throwing a tantrum.” I walked over. Sienna’s scream tore through the room as the blade plunged straight into Dean’s chest. He looked down at it, dazed, as if his brain couldn’t process the sight. He grabbed my wrist, dark blood spilling over his fingers. “Anna…” I leaned close to his ear. “Shh.” Dean collapsed, his blood pooling and staining the hem of my shoes. Sienna fell to her knees, sobbing so hard her makeup smeared. The comments paused for a fraction of a second. [???] [She actually stabbed him?!] [The male lead can’t die!] Sirens wailed in the distance. I sat back down in my leather chair, watching Dean’s blood slowly seep into the edges of the transfer agreement. Three minutes later, the blood on the floor shifted. It began to flow backward. Not soaking into the carpet, but reversing, defying gravity, trickling back into Dean’s chest. Sienna’s jaw hung open, her screams choking in her throat. The shattered glass pieces of a fallen cup flew back together. The scattered documents floated off the floor and stacked neatly back on the desk. The wound on Dean’s chest sealed shut. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in my walk-in closet. My phone screen lit up. The date had rolled back three days. Dean hadn’t brought Sienna to force me to sign the papers yet. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. On the vanity sat a strange diamond earring. I picked it up. It was a paved diamond stud, from the same luxury brand as the necklace Dean would later give to Sienna. The comments slowly floated back into view. [Thank goodness the story corrected itself.] [Stop trying to murder the male lead!] [Just be good this time. Ask him nicely whose earring this is.] The bathroom door opened. Dean stepped out, drying his hair with a towel. He froze for a second when he saw me standing by the vanity. “Anna?” I opened my palm. “Whose is this?” He glanced at it, his expression instantly smoothing over. “A client’s wife must have dropped it.” He walked toward me, reaching out to take it. “You’ve been working too hard lately. Don’t overthink things.” I let go. The earring clattered onto the marble floor. Dean bent down to pick it up. I grabbed the heavy crystal vase from the counter and slammed it against the back of his head. The glass shattered, exploding the room with the cloying scent of fresh lilies. Dean collapsed at my feet, his hand still clutching the earring. Blood began to seep through his dark hair. I stared at the digital clock on the wall. Three minutes. It was always three minutes. The world reset. 02 When I opened my eyes again, the calendar had jumped back two weeks. I was sitting in the company conference room. Dean was standing in front of the projector screen, introducing our new brand consultant. Sienna, dressed in a pristine white dress, stood beside him, smiling at me. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Cameli. I look forward to working with you.” Dean’s gaze when he looked at her was incredibly soft, as if he were afraid to break a delicate spell. Back then, I thought it was just a routine meeting. It wasn’t until later that I realized this was the day Sienna infiltrated my company. Dean had claimed she was talented and would be a perfect fit for the marketing department. I believed him. Six months later, she walked away with my entire client portfolio. Now, I sat at the head of the table, slowly closing my folder. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. Dean’s eyes met mine. “Is something wrong, Anna?” I turned to Sienna. “Your resume says you have three years of brand consulting experience?” Sienna nodded. “Yes.” “With which firm?” She named a company. I looked over at the HR director. “Verify it. Right now.” Sienna’s smile faltered, her face pale. Dean frowned. “Anna, you’re making this needlessly awkward.” I met his eyes. “Awkward?” The HR director made the call, sweat beading on his forehead. “Ms. Cameli… that firm says they have no record of a Sienna ever working there.” Sienna’s eyes immediately welled with tears. She looked at Dean. “Dean, I didn’t lie. I just… I used my English name back then…” Dean’s voice turned cold. “Anna, that’s enough.” I let out a soft laugh. “She forged her resume, and you’re telling me that’s enough?” He walked over to my side, lowering his voice. “I brought her in myself. Calling her out in public like this is a direct slap to my face.” I picked up the metal letter opener on the desk. Dean’s eyes twitched slightly at the sight of the blade. It was barely a fraction of a second, so brief he probably didn’t even register it. But I did. He was afraid of blades. Even after a reset, some subconscious terror remained. I stood up. The entire room went dead silent. Sienna took a step back. Dean suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening. “Anna, what are you trying to do again?” He used the word “again.” I looked up at him. “Dean, what do you remember?” His face went entirely blank. The comments flashed aggressively across my vision. [WARNING: Residual memory anomaly detected.] [Initiate immediate overwrite.] [Trigger male lead comforting sequence.] Dean’s grip tightened further. His eyes softened with unnatural speed. “Anna, you’re under too much pressure. Let’s call an end to the meeting. We’ll talk about this at home.” He reached out to pull me into an embrace. In the past, whenever he lowered his head and held me like this, I would always yield. Instead, I flipped my hand and drove the letter opener straight into his abdomen. The conference room exploded into chaos. Sienna screamed at the top of her lungs. The HR director scrambled out of his chair, nearly falling over himself to escape. Dean gripped my shoulders, dark red blood gushing through his fingers. For the first time, genuine terror flashed in his eyes. I stared into his face. “Further back,” I whispered. “Push us back even further.” Three minutes later, the world reset. When I opened my eyes, I was standing outside the company’s finance department. The date had jumped back four months. The door was slightly ajar. Dean sat inside, flipping through the corporate seal registry. The CFO stood beside him, looking hesitant. “Dean, Ms. Cameli gave strict orders. The corporate seal is never to leave the vault.” Dean gave a reassuring laugh. “She’s been so busy lately. I need to review and sign these contracts on her behalf. We’re married. She won’t mind.” I stood outside, listening. In my past life, after the company went under, the CFO had confessed this to me while sobbing. She had tried to stop him. But Dean had dismissed it, saying there shouldn’t be secrets between husband and wife. Back then, I had even defended him. He was just trying to help me. Hearing those words now made my stomach turn. “But Ms. Cameli…” the CFO mumbled. Dean’s tone cooled. “I will handle Anna. Just give me the seal.” I pushed the door open. The CFO’s face drained of color. “Ms. Cameli.” Dean turned, his hand still resting on the ledger. “Anna? What are you doing here?” I walked up to the desk. “Looking for my seal?” He offered a warm, easy smile. “There’s an urgent contract that needs signing while you’re in meetings. I thought I’d handle it for you.” “Where is the contract?” He paused. I held out my hand. “Let me see it.” The smile slowly faded from Dean’s face. “Anna, do you really not trust me anymore?” The comments began to scroll again. [And so it begins. The trust crisis.] [Don’t ruin this, Anna.] [He’s just trying to help you out.] I stared at Dean. At this point in time, he hadn’t brought Sienna into the company yet. He hadn’t signed those ruinous, fraudulent contracts. He hadn’t transferred my clients. But his hand was already reaching for what was mine. “Take your hand off my files,” I said. Dean didn’t budge. “Anna, I don’t like this side of you.” I picked up the solid brass paperweight sitting next to the vault and slammed it down on the back of his hand. The sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed in the quiet room. The CFO gasped, stumbling backward. Dean let out a choked groan, his eyes wide with sheer disbelief. “Anna!” I grabbed the ledger and tore it to shreds, page by page. “Don’t touch what’s mine.” Dean clutched his broken hand, his face pale. The look he gave me was finally laced with hatred. It was a flash of pure venom before some external force suppressed it. His eyes turned red. “We’re married. Why are you treating me like an enemy?” I picked up the spare shears from the vault shelf. “Dean,” I said quietly, “save that speech for the next run.” Three minutes later, I reset again. 03 The timeline jumped back even further. This time, it was our first wedding anniversary. I was sitting in a private dining room at a high-end restaurant. A beautiful cake sat in the middle of the table. Dean was down on one knee in front of me, holding a velvet box. “Anna, our wedding last year was so rushed,” he said, looking up at me. “I’ve felt like I owed you a proper celebration ever since.” He opened the box to reveal a diamond necklace. It was the exact one that would later hang around Sienna’s neck. The comments went wild. [OMG, the first anniversary gift!] [He’s so sweet and romantic.] [Anna was so happy at this moment.] Dean looked up, waiting. “Do you like it?” I didn’t reach for it. The smile on his face faltered. “Anna?” “Who picked this out?” I asked. He blinked. “I did, of course.” “Where is the receipt?” Dean’s brow furrowed. “Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” I snatched the box, flipped it over, and pulled out the small card tucked into the bottom slot. Written on it in elegant, looping cursive was a brief note: Mr. Cameli, I’m sure Ms. Cameli will love it. Signed, Sienna. Dean saw the card. His face shifted. He quickly reached out to snatch it away. “It’s just a note from the jeweler’s consultant.” I pulled my hand back, keeping the card out of his reach. “The consultant’s name is Sienna?” Dean’s voice took on a sharp edge. “Anna, today is our anniversary. Don’t ruin the mood over nothing.” I stared at him. So it had started this early. While I had been busy planning a surprise for our anniversary, he was already having Sienna pick out my gifts. The waiter knocked and entered, carrying a piping-hot tureen of soup. Dean stood up, clearly trying to brush the tension aside. I grabbed the boiling tureen and threw the hot soup directly onto his face and chest. He screamed in agony. The waiter dropped his tray in terror. I didn’t wait for the three-minute mark. I picked up the steak knife from the table and slit his throat. Blood sprayed across the pristine white cake, instantly blotting out the words written in chocolate: Happy First Anniversary. As the world began to dissolve, the comments glitched frantically. [The protagonist’s aggression level is too high!] [Timeline shifting backward further to compensate.] [Attempting to repair residual fear in the male lead.] When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in a bridal suite. It was our wedding day. A stylist was adjusting my veil in front of the mirror. The girl staring back at me in the white gown was beautiful, but she looked like a stranger. Dean stood at the doorway. He looked dashing in his tuxedo, a warm, bright smile on his face. “Anna. Are you ready?” I looked down at my hands. A diamond band sat on my ring finger. On the inner band, a tiny line of text was engraved. I slipped it off and held it close to my eyes. She will forgive him. The next second, the letters distorted into corrupted code. The sharp edge of the metal sliced into my finger, drawing a bead of blood. The stylist gasped. “Oh my, Ms. Cameli, are you alright?” Dean rushed in, grabbing my hand. “How could you be so careless?” His hands were warm. I watched him gently wipe the blood away. In my past life, I would have thought this was a sign of his deep devotion. Now, I looked past him at the mirror. Words were bleeding onto the glass surface. [The wedding node must not be interrupted.] The text appeared and vanished in a flash. I stared at the mirror. Dean looked up. “Anna?” “Did you see that?” I asked. “See what?” I held the ring in front of his face. “This text.” Dean stared at the ring, his expression completely blank. “There’s nothing there.” But the comments were losing their minds. [She can see the text layer!] [Block her vision! Now!] [The wedding node must be completed!] The minister’s voice echoed from the chapel outside. The guests were seated. The flower girls were in position. Everyone was waiting for me to walk down the aisle. Dean’s mother pushed the door open, her face beaming. “Anna, dear, it’s time.” She was smiling warmly, but on the wall behind her, a line of glowing text floated. [The mother-in-law approves of the female lead to enhance the feeling of a perfect family.] I looked back at the stylist. [Bystander praises the bride’s happiness.] I looked at the flower girls. [Symbols of purity and marital bliss.] Everyone had a line of text hovering over their heads. They couldn’t see it, but I could. Dean gripped my hand tightly. “Don’t be nervous, Anna. I’m right here.” He led me out toward the chapel. The red carpet stretched ahead of us. Guests applauded on both sides. With every step I took, words lit up on the floor beneath my feet. [She finally married him.] [After so many misunderstandings, she chose to believe in love.] [They will live happily ever after.] I stood beside Dean at the altar. The minister smiled warmly and asked, “Anna Cameli, do you take Dean to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Dean looked at me. His gaze was steady, but the hand holding mine was trembling violently. He was terrified. Even if he couldn’t see the floating words, his body remembered what I was capable of. The comments rained down on my vision. [Say ‘I do’.] [Say it now!] [The wedding node cannot collapse!] I stared at Dean. “Are you afraid of me?” His adam’s apple bobbed. “Anna… please don’t do this.” I let out a cold laugh. “You’ve said those words way too many times.” The minister froze. Dean’s mother stood up from the front row. “Anna!” I reached up, tore the veil off my head, and let the white lace drift onto the red carpet. The wedding march stopped instantly. I looked the minister dead in the eye. “I don’t.”
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