I replied, "Why are you panicking? Didn’t you say that no matter what, the hero and heroine will always end up together?"
The system fell silent.
I knew I was unwilling to accept this.
How could the world be so cruel?
It was me—me—who met Caius first. Me who stayed by his side for five years. Me who loved him. We had already mapped out our future together. We even picked out a cozy little house to live in after we got married. I was a designer and together we had planned everything for our future home.
A warm, shared study. A bright master bedroom with a large bay window. A cat tower in the corner—because I had said that once we were married, we’d get a cat and name it "Pebble." It would be our precious little one.
But all of that vanished when the system appeared.
Poppy once approached me herself. She told me she had awakened with special memories, that she knew she was the heroine of a book and that I was just a side character, a mere stepping stone. With a smug look on her face, she said, "You’re just a character doomed to die early. You should leave Caius sooner rather than later."