Elara Whitfield only realized after her rebirth that she was the cannon fodder foil in a period novel—switched at birth, exploited by her biological family after being acknowledged, her entire miserable life serving only to highlight the female lead's happiness.
She'd had enough.
In this second chance at life, she opened her eyes to hear her birth mother saying outside the door: "Let her come back and acknowledge us, perfect for taking Crystal's place going to the countryside to suffer."
Elara sat up, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "Whoever wants to be the foil can have it—this lady isn't playing along!"
She refused to acknowledge the family, reported the Barlows for evading rustication along the way, and sent that white lotus packing. Then she boarded a train heading north, space in hand, ready to eat and drink well at the Great Northern Wilderness!
