The moment she opened her eyes, Beverly Caldwell found herself transmigrated into a period novel!
And not just any character—she had become the doomed cannon fodder ex-girlfriend, the one who was swindled of her love and fortune by the male lead before meeting a tragic end in the countryside.
Beverly smirked coldly: Sorry, not sorry. With her post-apocalyptic superpowers and a spatial dimension at her disposal, she wasn' t about to play along with this clichéd drama.
Classmates trying to force her into marriage? Anonymous tip-off letter already in the mail!
Relatives eyeing her family's wealth? One swift motion, and every last penny vanished into her space—leaving them with nothing but dust.
Scumbag ex crawling back? She'd drain his bank accounts dry before skipping town!
Packing her bags, she headed to the countryside to farm, heal, and search for her missing father. With her wood-based abilities, she revitalized barren fields and brought prosperity to the villagers—life was sweet!
And oh, she just happened to pick up a stone-faced military officer along the way, who promptly spoiled her rotten, treating her like the most precious treasure in his life.
When the original male lead came crawling back, begging for forgiveness?
Her man tightened his military coat around her, shielding her behind him with a growl:
"She's my wife now. Get lost—don't dirty her eyes."
