I was pregnant with the devoted second male lead's child. But when I was hemorrhaging during a difficult labor... He was by the female lead's side, showering her with care and concern. I was in agony, my body slowly turning cold. The moment my soul left my body, I murmured a self-deprecating vow: "If I could do it all over again, I would never feel sorry for a man." 1 I opened my eyes. I had been reborn, back to the beginning of the story. At that time, the male and female leads were at each other's throats, looking like a classic bickering couple. And Liam Vance, the gentle second male lead, was the female lead, Chloe's, childhood friend, always silently protecting her. In the book, he was the typical "beautiful, strong, and miserable" character. Raised by a single mother who was critically ill, he studied while working to support the family and pay for his mother's medical bills. His life was a series of tragedies: his mother's death, failing the college entrance exams, a failed startup... As the devoted second male lead, he was Chloe's eternal safe harbor, her strongest shield. After the main couple got married, he went abroad, achieving the "forever alone" ending. He earned plenty of tears from the readers. I've always been a sucker for the gentle, devoted type. After finishing the novel, I couldn't help but feel incredibly sorry for him. In my past life, after I died, I inexplicably transmigrated into the book as a beautiful background character. Reason told me not to get involved in their story, to just be a quiet extra. But feelings won over reason. Maybe out of pity, I couldn't help but get close to Liam. I willingly protected him. I did everything I could to redeem him. I wanted to give him my whole heart. But everything I did couldn't compare to Chloe's tearful plea: "Liam, I miss you so much." So Liam abandoned me in the hospital while I was waiting to give birth, rushing to comfort Chloe, who had run away after a fight with the male lead. Under the extreme emotional stress, my water broke prematurely. And then, I died on the cold operating table. 2 I actively distanced myself from the main cast. Liam quickly noticed something was wrong. After all, I had been the one thick-skinned enough to cling to him and force myself into their group. My sudden distance was obvious even to outsiders. My nerdy deskmate whispered to ask if I had fought with Liam and the others. I patted my workbook and smiled generously: "Of course not. I need to focus on my studies. Finals are coming up, and I don't want to be at the bottom of the class again." As soon as I said that, a piercing gaze shot at me from the front row. I didn't need to guess to know it was Liam. He had been secretly watching me a lot these past few days, always looking like he wanted to say something but stopping himself. But he was clearly afraid Chloe would misunderstand something, so he didn't dare approach me. In my past life, I was stupid and pathetic, thinking I could save him. I never expected to end up as such a joke. Now, I couldn't even muster the energy for revenge. First, I didn't want to have anything to do with the main characters anymore. Second, I really didn't have the ambition or courage to be a villain. Current me just wanted to enjoy my wonderful life. After dying twice, I cherished being alive even more. Life is hard to come by. Whether in the real world or the book world, I had never truly lived freely. Before I transmigrated, I was my mom's precious treasure. But back then, I had congenital leukemia. My dad ran away, and my mom had to work very, very hard to raise me alone. But later... I was only fifteen when I fell to my death. My mom must have been heartbroken. Thinking about it, my nose tingled, and I almost cried. Suddenly, Chloe's sickly sweet voice sounded behind me: "Gwen, why haven't you been hanging out with us lately? Did you fight with Liam?" I looked up and met Liam's probing gaze not far away. The next second, I gave him the middle finger and mouthed: "Idiot." His smile froze, staring at me in disbelief. 3 Looking at the female lead's innocent expression, I smiled slightly. "Yeah, we fought. It was a huge fight." "Huh? How did that happen?" She looked surprised, but there was a hint of secret joy in her eyes. She was young, after all; she hadn't learned to hide her thoughts yet. "Because—" I acted very sad and angry, "I found out he likes you, so I don't want to like him anymore." Hearing this, Chloe's face turned pale, and she nervously glanced around. After a while, she stammered a defense: "Ah, Gwen, w-what are you talking about!" "I've always seen Liam as a brother, and he definitely sees me as a sister too." "We're just very good friends, don't talk nonsense..." As she spoke, she lost confidence, clearly guilty. It was kind of funny. Everyone could see Liam liked her. Did she really not notice at all? In the end, it was just using the "sibling" label to act like lovers. Not refusing, not initiating, not committing. As long as she didn't break the window paper, she could unscrupulously enjoy Liam's kindness. Too lazy to watch her face change colors, I grabbed my vocabulary book and went out to memorize words. I brushed past Liam, who was walking over. He tried to grab me. I spat out a pleasantry: "F*ck off!" The gentle smile on his face completely vanished, replaced by confusion in his slightly angry eyes. The male lead, Noah, came over to join the fun, wanting to mock Liam. Me: "You f*ck off too!" Useless idiot who can't watch his own girl. I hated everyone in the main cast equally! Noah jumped, then resentfully turned back to Chloe. "Tigress! Did she eat dynamite?" I shoved past Liam, who was blocking my way, and quickly left the classroom. 4 For a few days, everyone stayed in their lanes. We were strangers. After school that day, I went to the alley as usual to feed Fatty. Fatty was a stray orange cat, very wary of humans. I planned to kidnap him home once he warmed up to me. In my past life, Chloe and I both wanted to adopt him. Fatty was about to go with me, but Liam intervened. After his repeated persuasion, I gave Fatty to Chloe. But because Noah didn't like cats, she casually dumped the cat on Liam. So I took the chance to ask for him back. This time, I was definitely going to strike first. Just as I reached the alley entrance, I heard Chloe's giggle. "Wow, Liam, this cat is so cute! I want to take it home..." I ran over and blocked her hand reaching for the cat. "Don't touch! Fatty bites." She withdrew her hand reluctantly and questioned me unhappily: "Oh, Gwen, is this your cat?" Funny, she changed her tune fast! Finally stopped calling me "Gwen-Gwen." Sounded like a pigeon spirit. "Yes, my cat," I answered expressionlessly, squatting down to put out cat food. Chloe bit her lip and said timidly, "But it looks like a stray. Why don't you let me give it a home?" "No!" I refused flatly. "This is my cat. I'm taking him home." I wouldn't yield. And Chloe was dead set on having him. Liam looked at her with helplessness and affection. He said to me very politely: "Gwen, could you give this cat..." I couldn't be bothered to waste words with them. I picked up Fatty and started walking. Strangely, Fatty didn't struggle this time. He was unusually well-behaved. Seeing I was taking the cat, Chloe panicked. She whined, refusing to give up: "Liam, help me—" Liam sighed with a smile: "Tsk, I really can't say no to you." So he chased after me and blocked my way, putting on his usual gentle offensive. Looking at the boy with the warm smile in front of me, I hated him so much. It was this gentle and broken expression that made me fall for him again and again in my past life. I helped him through his mother's death. I helped him through his failed exams. I gave him my heart and soul. It was clearly he who confessed to me first, making me have delusions I shouldn't have had! It was clearly he who proposed to me, promising me forever. But why did he still have to be entangled with Chloe!? At this moment, the pain and sorrow of my past life surged into my heart. I couldn't suppress the resentment anymore. Slap! I couldn't control my hand and slapped him hard. "You spineless man!" "Ah! Gwen, how can you hit people!" Chloe screamed in anger. Liam's head was knocked to the side. My nails scratched his chin, and beads of blood seeped out. I withdrew my hand, still unsatisfied. This slap was for your cold heart, for your fickleness. Chloe was heartbroken, righteously accusing me of being vicious, destroying what I couldn't have. "Then call the police—" I retorted with a smile. "Also, what do you mean 'destroy what I can't have'? I don't understand." "Why don't you explain the context to me, Chloe?" Ha, as if she could explain! If she explained, wouldn't she be piercing the paper window right in front of him? How could she be "siblings" with Liam then! Sure enough, Chloe lost her momentum instantly, looking at me in panic, afraid I would say something I shouldn't. Tsk tsk, she had a "guilty conscience." But how could I possibly "remind" Liam? This was the fate he deserved! Remembering Nanny Wang was still waiting for me in the car, I took out a few hundred-dollar bills from my backpack. Because I didn't want to get close to these two, the bills fluttered to the ground. "Liam, this is for medical expenses. Enough? If not, I'll add more." "Gwen, you're going too far!" Chloe became angry out of shame again. "So what if you have money! Apologize to Liam right now!" I ignored her and sized up Liam. Even a clay figurine has some temper. The gentler and more amiable a person is, the more earth-shattering their anger. I knew him too well after being with him for so many years in my past life. What he hated most was having his dignity trampled on the ground. And now, I was doing exactly that. He was indeed angry, his face terrifyingly dark. Even though the anger in his eyes was about to burst out, he still smiled and comforted Chloe, saying it was okay. As expected of the devoted second male lead! I rolled my eyes and left with Fatty without looking back.
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