Chapter 1
In my past life, I snatched up the guaranteed early admission to Harvard that a high–society heiress had thrown away.
After graduation, I married into a dynasty of wealth, transforming from a small–town girl into the wife of the city’s most powerful man. By twenty–eight, I had flawlessly navigated every single crossroad that could alter my destiny
But then I woke up, and I was eighteen again.
And floating before my eyes were lines of text, like comments in a live stream.
[Chat: The MC is so damn lucky. She just swooped in and stole the supporting character’s entire life.]
[Chat: In the last life, it was like the heiress was cursed or something. Threw away her Harvard acceptance to run off with some punk to a third–rate college, and even pushed away the rich guy who’d adored her since childhood. She had a royal flush and played it like a losing hand!]
[Chat: She was nerfed by the plot to make way for the main character, duh! Thank god she’s been reborn. This time it’s gotta be the ultimate revenge story!]
[Chat: can’t wait to see how Luna becomes the main character now that she can’t ride the heiress’s coattails!)
That girl, Luna? That’s me.
But…
Who says I can’t be the main character?
The one who only wants something back after they’ve lost it… they’ve already lost the game from the start.
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My eyes fluttered open, the world swimming back into focus. The first thing I saw was the ecstatic, almost manic glee in my deskmate Scarlett’s eyes.
She bolted out the back of the classroom, sprinting to the room next door and shouting for Shaffer–the man who, in another lifetime, became my husband.
She threw herself onto him, sobbing her heart out.
“Shaffer, I won’t be a fool again! I swear it!”
Shaffer froze for a long moment before a look of pure joy washed over his face. He fumbled to comfort her, his hands hovering awkwardly.
The spectral comments appeared again.
[Chat Now THIS is how it’s supposed to be. The Manhattan heiress belongs with the tycoon’s son. What right does some country bumpkin like Luna have to a power–fantasy plot?!] [Chat: Luna is nothing but a thief, a bottom–feeder! We don’t acknowledge a main character like her!]
[Chat: Good, the heiress finally woke up. This time, Luna can get sent packing back to whatever hick town she came from!]
I stared blankly at the calculus workbook on my desk. The intricate equations were a stark declaration that I had truly returned to my senior year of high school.
There was one month left of classes before final exams.
Someone slid into the seat beside me. Scarlett’s eyes were red–rimmed but shone with a brilliant, triumphant light. She shot me a smug smirk, her face a mask of absolute certainty. “I’m going to take back everything that’s mine, Luna. Just you watch.”
I just smiled, saying nothing.
I was looking forward to it, too.
To see what path I would forge for myself, now that I had a second chance.
