When I found out I was the stereotypical evil side character in some cheesy showbiz romance story, I didn’t waste a second. I dumped the overly devoted second male lead and got the hell out of there. Where did I go? Down south—to start a pig farm. And guess what? I crushed it. The farm grew, business boomed, and eventually, a popular reality show decided to feature me. But here’s the kicker: why on earth are the male lead, the female lead, and my ex-boyfriend all part of the cast?! Now, they’re standing around in my barn, having a very serious discussion about postpartum care for sows. Meanwhile, the internet is blowing up. People are saying stuff like, ”OMG, Ryan can’t stop staring at Nancy! There’s definitely something going on between them!” What the hell?! Why are you people so good at spotting drama where there is none?! When I signed the contract, they told me the job was simple: raise pigs, live a quiet life, and do the bare minimum. Easy, right? But barely a few months in, the farm became ridiculously successful. So successful, in fact, that it caught the attention of a reality TV show. My boss, ever the opportunist, decided to cash in on the hype. Before I knew it, I was shoved into the cast as a “resident NPC” and pig farming consultant. And that’s how, at the crack of dawn, I found myself staring down a camera crew that had barged into my house uninvited. I peeled off my face mask, tied my hair into a messy bun, and waved at the cameras with the weary resignation of someone who had already given up on life. [Wait, this is the pig farming consultant???] [OMG, she’s stunning! I’m obsessed! Queen, hug me!] [No way this is real life. Did they plant her here? How does a pig farm have someone this gorgeous?] I glanced at the livestream comments and smirked. Look, as the designated villainess of this story, I have zero interest in showbiz drama. That’s right—I know exactly where I am. This isn’t just a pig farm. I’ve landed smack dab in the middle of a cliché-filled romance novel. The plot? A classic setup. The male lead, a big-shot actor, falls head-over-heels for the female lead, a sweet, effortlessly charming rising star. Together, they take the entertainment world by storm. The female lead is exactly what you’d expect: a natural-born sweetheart adored by every man who crosses her path. The male lead? Obsessed. The second male lead? Devoted. The third, fourth, and fifth male leads? All hopelessly in love with her, too. And then there’s me. The villainess. I’m gorgeous, sure, but my role is to be jealous, petty, and endlessly humiliated by the female lead’s natural charm. Oh, and my boyfriend? Ryan. He’s the loyal second male lead, the one who pines after the female lead the hardest. In the original story, Ryan and I had been inseparable since middle school. Desk mates, classmates, and later, a couple. He was my protector. I was his girl. Everyone thought we were the perfect match. But then, during our senior year of college, Ryan met Sandra. Sandra was… well, Sandra. Beautiful, sweet, and impossibly kind. The perfect heroine. Suddenly, everything was about Sandra. Sandra was amazing. Sandra was adorable. Sandra could do no wrong. On my birthday, Ryan left me stranded on the side of the road to answer Sandra’s call. That’s when I snapped. In the original novel, I spiraled. I created a fake account to spread rumors about Sandra, accusing her of being a homewrecker. When I got caught, Ryan and I had a massive fight. After that, our relationship fell apart, and my resentment for Sandra only grew. Sandra went on to become a rising star in the entertainment industry. I, on the other hand, became the bitter ex-girlfriend who tried to sabotage her at every turn—stealing her roles, spreading rumors about plastic surgery, and even tampering with her stunt harness. Eventually, Ryan dumped me. He and Kenneth joined forces to protect Sandra, leaving me to self-destruct. Consumed by jealousy, I lost my mind. In a final act of desperation, I attacked Sandra with acid at a press event. Ryan pushed me down a flight of stairs, and I was gone. Not peacefully. Not gracefully. I have gone with my eyes wide open, full of regret and rage.
The day I “woke up” and remembered all this? I laughed. What kind of garbage plot was this? If Ryan ever dared to fall for someone else, I wouldn’t waste my time scheming. I’d slap him, kick him to the curb, and move on. And honestly? The idea of Ryan liking someone else was ridiculous. This is the same Ryan who barely knows five people outside of me. The guy who probably couldn’t even name our homeroom teacher. If he wasn’t drawing, he was glued to my side—buying me lunch, saving me a seat in class, doing my laundry, walking me home. When would he even have time to meet Sandra? At first, I thought this was all just some bizarre nightmare. But then, the senior year started, and I saw her. Sandra. She was exactly as the story described: radiant, dazzling, and full of life. Even in a crowd, she was the center of attention. Something inside me twisted. A bad feeling crept up my spine, but I pushed it down and told myself it was nothing. Still, I couldn’t help it. I got annoyed and told Ryan to stay away from her. He laughed, kissed my cheek, and promised he would. But then they started running into each other more and more. And before I knew it, Ryan’s eyes lingered on her longer than they should have. He didn’t even realize it himself, but suddenly, every other sentence out of his mouth was about Sandra. “Why are you so desperate to be friends with her?” I finally snapped. Ryan’s smile faded. “I’ll explain later,” he said quietly. But the knot of dread in my chest wouldn’t go away. I started dreaming about falling down those stairs. On my birthday, Sandra called Ryan. He left me by the side of the road and walked away. I stared after him, my heart breaking. That’s when I knew I couldn’t change my fate. So I ran. I broke up with Ryan over text, packed my bags, and disappeared. I moved to a place where no one could find me. I poured myself into my work, using everything I knew to become a research specialist at a nationally renowned pig farm. I dedicated my life to raising the best, most beautiful pigs in the country. And just when I thought I’d finally escaped, fate caught up with me again. The reality show moved in, and so did my past. Fine. Let the wheels of destiny turn. If I pretend well enough, maybe this nonsense will pass me by. I gave the crew a tour of the farm and returned to the set where the cast was waiting. And then I saw him. Ryan. He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, his face cold and distant. Next to him was Sandra, radiant in a white dress, her long black hair flowing like a heroine fresh out of a romance novel. Leaning lazily against the wall was Kenneth, the male lead, smirking as Sandra chatted away. Sandra saw me and lit up. “Oh, a new face! Come here, come here!” She was as lively and sweet as ever, and her excitement drew everyone’s attention to me. Ryan’s eyes locked onto mine, sharp and icy. The chat exploded. [OMG, look at these visuals! Everyone here is gorgeous!] [Sandra is so adorable! She’s the perfect heroine!] [Kenneth looks so soft when he looks at Sandra. I’m obsessed with this ship!] [Wait, isn’t Ryan a famous painter? And Sandra personally invited him to the show? I’m here for this couple!] My heart ached, but I forced a smile. Sandra ran over and grabbed my hand. Ryan smiled, too—but there wasn’t a shred of warmth in his eyes. A shiver ran down my spine. Oh, he’s pissed.
The first segment of the livestream kicked off with the host introducing me as “Nancy, a world-renowned pig farming expert.” I waved my hand with a smile, trying to play it down. “Not world-renowned, and definitely not an expert.” When I went to find a seat, I realized the only spot left was, of course, between Ryan and Sandra. Nope. Not happening. Instead, I calmly grabbed a stool from the side, set it down, and sat on it like a well-behaved student. The host then revealed the episode’s main task: teams of two would adopt and care for a piglet. To make the pairings fair, we’d play a game of “I Have, You Haven’t.” It started off easy enough, with everyone throwing out pretty generic experiences. Then, it was Ryan’s turn. He leaned back, expression cold, and said, “I’ve been dumped before.” The room fell silent, followed by the faint sound of people whispering, “Really? That’s it?” Two guests raised their hands, admitting they’d been dumped before, too. Meanwhile, the livestream chat was going wild: [Wait, WHAT?! Who would dump Ryan? He’s perfect!] [Drop their name. We’ll handle it.] I rested my chin on my hand, smirking to myself. It was me. But Ryan’s eyes didn’t leave me. He kept staring, and it was starting to make me uncomfortable. Sure, technically, I dumped him, but let’s not kid ourselves—if I hadn’t run first, he would’ve done it eventually. I snorted softly and waited for my turn. When it came, I casually said, “I’ve dealt with a cheating ex before. But don’t worry, I woke up in time and dumped him.” The room erupted into applause. People clapped, some even praising me for being smart enough to cut my losses. Ryan blinked, momentarily stunned. Then his expression darkened. I tilted my head, giving him a smug little smile. Yeah, that’s right. I’m talking about you, you jerk. Before I could enjoy the moment, someone handed me a piece of candy. It was Anthony, the pretty boy idol with a face that looked like it had been handcrafted by angels. He smiled warmly and said, “Nancy, you’re so stunning. I can’t believe someone would be stupid enough to cheat on you.” The “stupid cheater” in question? Ryan. And Ryan? Oh, his mood instantly soured. The air around him practically dropped ten degrees as he glared at Anthony with the intensity of a thousand suns. Anthony, clearly feeling the tension, hesitated before glancing nervously at Ryan. “Uh, don’t you agree, Ryan? I mean, how could anyone let Nancy go? That’s just… dumb.” Then, turning back to me, Anthony added with a wink, “If it were me, I’d never do that. I’m the loyal type.” The livestream chat lost its mind: [OMG, I ship it! They look so good together!] [Anthony’s never been this bold before. Is this a confession?!] [Lock it in! Anthony and Nancy forever!] Ryan’s face? Blacker than a thundercloud.
In the end, I got paired with Sandra, while Ryan ended up with Kenneth, the male lead. Watching the two of them—a brooding Ryan and a laid-back Kenneth—forced to work together was pure entertainment. It was like watching a soap opera in real-time. Ryan, however, seemed less amused. His eyes kept darting between me and Kenneth. Finally, he stood up and positioned himself directly in my line of sight as if to shield me from Kenneth’s presence. I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw the back of my skull. What was his deal? When I turned my head, I noticed Anthony chatting and laughing with another female guest. Ryan noticed, too. His jaw clenched, and before I could blink, he marched over and planted himself between me and Anthony. The livestream chat was eating it up: [Ryan’s acting way too obvious! What’s going on?] [What’s going on? Nancy is clearly his ex. Duh.] [This isn’t a love story. This is love denied.] [I’m living for this drama!] I felt my lips twitch, holding back a laugh. Okay, this was getting ridiculous. I decided to retreat to my room before things spiraled even further. The afternoon task was simple: tour the farm and pick a piglet to adopt. I left the decision-making to Sandra, telling her she could pick whichever piglet she liked. Meanwhile, I stayed behind to reorganize my room. It may have been overkill, but by the time Sandra returned, my room looked like something out of a Pinterest board—pink curtains, matching bedding, everything perfectly arranged. Sandra gasped the moment she walked in. “Wow, Nancy! You’re incredible! How did you do all this so fast?” Sandra was the textbook sweet romance heroine: gorgeous, pure-hearted, completely useless when it came to practical tasks, and always sticking her nose in other people’s business. Before I could stop her, she grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go help Ryan!” Help Ryan? Why would I want to help him? Sandra dragged me to Ryan’s room, and the moment we stepped inside, I froze. It was a disaster. Clothes were everywhere, the bed was unmade, and random junk was scattered across the floor. This didn’t make sense. Ryan might’ve been a spoiled rich kid, but he was always neat and put together. Ryan spotted me and instantly stiffened. “What are you doing here?” he asked, voice tight. Sandra, oblivious as ever, beamed at him. “Nancy and I came to help! Didn’t you say you didn’t know how to organize this stuff?” What was she doing? This was her moment to bond with the male lead—or at least Ryan. Why drag me into it? I immediately turned to leave, but Ryan grabbed my wrist. “What now?” I snapped. “If you’re so helpless, hurry up and finish so you can go help Sandra.” His grip loosened, and he muttered, “I’m not helping Sandra.” Sandra, standing by the door, rolled her eyes playfully. “As if I’d need his help! He’s useless!” She then skipped off, probably to find Kenneth. The livestream chat exploded: [The ship is sinking…] [Was it ever floating? LOL.] [Look at Ryan’s stubborn, lovesick expression. I’m shipping it harder than ever!] I froze, suddenly realizing something. This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go.
In the original storyline, Ryan was supposed to treat Sandra like a princess. Sandra, who could barely manage basic life skills, relied on Ryan for everything. And Ryan? He didn’t just tolerate it—he embraced it. For her, he was willing to step out of his comfort zone. The guy hated being in the spotlight, but he still joined a reality show just to keep her company. On the show, he was endlessly patient, helping her with even the smallest things. The audience loved it. They shipped them as if their lives depended on it. Fans practically went to war over this “perfect couple.” Even Kenneth, the male lead, got jealous, which led to a little drama with Sandra—exactly the kind of tension that pushed the romance plot forward. But now? Something was off. Ryan didn’t even help her change her bedding. Worse, he flat-out told her he didn’t know how to do it. I stared, completely dumbfounded. My brain refused to connect the dots. Ryan, meanwhile, shoved his suitcase into the closet, and then grabbed my hand and started dragging me toward my room. When we got there, his eyes swept over the neatly arranged space. His brows furrowed. “Who set all this up for you?” “I did,” I said, louder than I meant to. I was about to add, I’m not helpless, you know, but the words caught in my throat. For a second, I froze. Back when we were together, I used to pretend I couldn’t do anything—playing the damsel, acting all pitiful—so he’d take care of everything. And it worked. He never complained. But now, Ryan’s expression shifted. His tone was sharp. “You know how to do this? You’ve been lying to me this whole time?” Oh, crap.
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