1 Chapter One

In a dim room, two figures were engaged together on a bed. The candles lined the room in a soft glow; rose petals were scattered around the floor, and shameless sounds filled the room. The figures moved with an intensity that seemed to consume the air around them. The passion between them was palpable, as their bodies intertwined in a dance of desire. 

Another figure bore witness to the shameless actions of the man and woman on the bed, unknown to the occupied occupants. 

Vanessa stood frozen in front of the open crack in the door, staring in shock at the two figures on the bed. The woman was bouncing on the man's lap and moaning incoherently, her breasts swaying as the man groaned, his hands tightly wrapped around her hips. 

Her ears and eyes were filled with those shameless sounds, and she stared just as shamelessly, trying to make sense of what was going on. This situation was bizarre; she didn't know how she got here or what she was doing.

She clearly remembered her sister crying over her dead body moments ago, clenching her hands and crying her heart out, and yet suddenly she was standing by this door, watching those two people go at it like rabbits. She was confused and very disgusted. 

She staggered away from the door, not wanting to watch these two people anymore. She seemed to have attracted the attention of the woman, and she turned around to look behind her. 

Vannessa quickly turned around and fled before the woman's brown eyes could focus on her, she made her way down the corridor and opened the first door she could find in a rush, not wanting to be caught by those two, she clearly wasn't supposed to be there.

She sighed in relief once she locked the door behind her and leaned against the door for support. She opened her eyes to look around the room when she came face-to-face with another face in the mirror. She scrambled away from the mirror but watched in shock as the image did the same action. She stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman reflecting in the mirror.

She felt a sudden flare of pain in her head. She fell on the floor, clenching her head in pain; it was as if her head were about to split in two.

A load of memories rushed into her mind, memories that didn't belong to her. These memories were of another woman, Ivy Hayden, a cannon fodder of a book her sister had been reading to her last week in the hospital. The book " My beloved wife is so sweet."

She transmigrated, and her luck was so good that she ended up in the body of one Ivy Hayden, a mere cannon fodder, the most unlucky character of the entire novel, and the first wife of the male protagonist, Anthony Hale.

In the original story, when Ivy Hayden was six years old, she lost her mother in a car accident. No other family member was willing to step forward and take custody of Ivy, so she ended up at an orphanage.

She was adopted twice, once when she was just seven years old and again at eleven years old, but both times the families ended up having children of their own, and she was returned to the orphanage. After that, she got too old to be adopted and remained in the orphanage until she turned eighteen years old, got her own apartment, and worked three jobs just to survive. It was at that time that she became friends with Elizabeth Montgomery, the heroine of the story. 

They had instantly clicked and became best friends, and it was through Elizabeth that Ivy met Anthony and after dating for two years they ended up getting married. That was a year ago, and the man and the woman in bed together were Ivy's supposed best friend and loving husband. 

That's why Ivy was at the door; she was suspicious of her best friend and husband, and today was also her twenty-second birthday. She had a party at a hotel, but both her husband and her best friend were once again coincidentally absent at the same time, so she came back home just to make sure that she wasn't paranoid, but she was disappointed to have been proven correct.

However, that is where the original timeline ended; it diverted from the course as Vanessa had taken over Ivy, and she was now the cannon fodder wife of Anthony.

Vanessa pulled herself off the floor and leaned against the door once again. She was dissatisfied with her transmigration but unsure of how to feel about her death. She had been in the hospital for 3 months, and in that time she had watched dramas with her younger sister and read and listened to her sister read her a variety of novels and stories, but she just had to get transmigrated into the most illogical and brain-dead story of all. 

It seemed that while she might have changed bodies and even realities, her luck was as shitty as it has always been, but all things considered, being Ivy had its peak too, such as her husband's money and the complete lack of interest he had in his wife. 

That gave her a lot of freedom in her identity; the only downside was his family's obsession with abusing the original owner, but since she was Vanessa and not Ivy, she would never be taken advantage of by the spoiled sad excuse of a family. 

She wasn't a good person and always had selfish desires, but her family managed to control them. But now she was free to be who she was—shameless to the core. She'll live her life the way she wants.

But first, she needed to get out of this place; she couldn't let the male protagonist know that she knew, not until she had someone to back her up. She has to leave this place quietly, undiscovered, and devise a plan; it is the only way she will survive.

Vanessa got up from the floor of the bathroom, brushed off her pink dress, and turned off the bathroom light. Then she listened for any footsteps, and when she heard nothing, she opened the door and slowly crept outside and into the dark hallway. She quietly made her way to the stairs leading to the first floor, then quickly ran down and stopped just before landing on the first floor. She listened for any sounds and then quickly rushed to the front door, picking up the keys, shoes, and bag of ivy. She quietly opened the door, slipped out, and closed the door.

She slipped on her shoes and made her way toward the main gate, not minding the cameras at all, and left the mansion. She clearly remembered in the story that every time the two idiots decided to meet up there, they would shut off the cameras all over the property.

She made her way to the main road outside the mansion and only then opened the purse she was carrying. She dug through it and found Ivy's phone; it was a pattern password, which she didn't know, and she didn't have time to go through the memories she got to find it, so she just tried the fingerprint, which worked, and she quickly downloaded the Uber app, set it up, and requested a ride.

The closed one was 7 minutes away, and she opted for that one. Looking around, she found a tree on the other side of the road. She quickly crossed the road and decided to hide behind it; she couldn't risk being out in the open. Those two looked about ready to finish with their activities and would most likely make their way to the party soon; she didn't want to be caught so close to escaping.

Vanessa had no intention of triggering that manic bastard's protective instincts; considering how crazy he was about Elizabeth, she couldn't risk whatever he might do to protect her. She didn't want to hand herself over to him on a silver platter. She shuddered at the thought of what he might do to her to protect his "beloved" God those two were made for each other. 

Vanessa checked her phone to see how close the Uber was; she had to wait three more minutes. She shivered in the cold when a small, cool breeze blew past her. It was 8 o'clock in the night; there was still some light, but it was pretty dark. She desperately hoped the Uber would get there quickly. The short pink dress and heels she was wearing were not the best for the current environment or weather. As she stood there, Vanessa couldn't help but feel a bit vulnerable in her attire. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shield herself from the chilly air. She wished Ivy had chosen a more practical outfit for the evening. 

Speaking of Ivy, she wondered what happened to her—was she in another world or was she dead? As she was pondering what could have possibly happened to Ivy, she heard a car and checked the app to see if it was her ride, but it wasn't. She quickly pushed herself against the tree, gathering the puffy skirt of the dress close to her body, hoping to blend into the shadows. The sound of the car grew louder, causing her heart to race with anxiety. She prayed that whoever was driving by wouldn't notice her standing there, vulnerable and alone. 

Vanessa only relaxed when the car drove past without stopping, and the sound disappeared. She didn't know why she was so anxious to leave without being caught; she just knew she had to get away without anyone knowing she was at the mansion that evening. Vanessa always trusted her instincts, which got her as far as she got in her past life, and she had no plans to stop listening now.

The only question was where she would go after she left this place; she couldn't go back to the party, and there was no way she could show up in front of Elizabeth the way she was dressed without triggering her memories of when she briefly saw her at the door. 

She needed to go somewhere else, maybe a bar, where she could have a drink, mourn her past life, and celebrate the new one she got. Whatever the case, she couldn't see the pretentious couple tonight.

Vanessa nearly jumped in excitement when she saw the Uber stop before the tree. She quickly rushed towards it and hopped in, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. As the car sped away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her, knowing that she had made the right decision to leave.