When I transmigrated into a book, the novel had already ended. After watching the leads' spectacular wedding, the second male lead quietly left.
I was a supporting character in the book with a terminal illness, and he proposed to me.
I knew he loved the female lead, but I wanted to take a chance. After all, I wouldn't live much longer anyway.
For three years of marriage, he was gentle and considerate, taking care of me in every way.
Just when I thought he had truly fallen in love with me, he left me there in the middle of an attack.
All because the female lead called to say she was drunk.
When I woke up, I had forgotten him.
