I thought it was the worst day of my life. On the eve of getting married, I discovered that my fiancé had a first love that could not be erased from his memory.
I was sad and furious, almost to the point of collapse.
Then the next day, my world fell apart.
I discovered that I was just a character in a novel, or a passerby in an extra chapter. The meaning of my existence was to provide a perspective to describe how much my man loved that woman. What's worse is that the man I love deeply is just a spare tire.
A voice asked me: Do you want revenge?