Only after I died did I learn that I was the devoted second male lead in a novel.
My wife was a transmigrator, but I wasn’t her target.
At the male lead’s request, she transferred all the company’s liquid assets to him.
When I went to confront her, I overheard them talking outside the door.
“That fool doesn’t know we didn’t do anything that night. The baby I’m carrying is yours.”
I rushed in to demand an explanation, but the two of them joined forces and killed me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day she was supposed to marry me.
