I Tore Up the Script in a Broken Plot

I was transported into an angsty novel I'd read before, becoming the most miserable tool of a heroine: bullied by the protagonists and supporting characters alike, and foolishly raising their children for them.

But this time, I came armed with a “Merit Exchange System,” and by my side stood my bright-eyed sister-in-law, who had been reborn.

When the fake heiress framed me again, I played a recording and ruined her reputation.

When the domineering male lead ordered me to “go raise the kids,” I smiled and handed him the bill. “Babysitting fees and emotional damages. Please pay up.”

The people who had once sucked me dry while living in luxury began begging for my forgiveness one by one.

I took the reborn supporting heroine by the arm and smiled at them. “Regret it now? Too late.”