I Married the Villain I Raised

Love wasn’t supposed to be this cruel. Five years ago, I rewrote the fate of a boy destined to become a villain—only to wake up one day as his wife, staring into the cold eyes of a stranger. After a car accident, Noah has lost every memory of our life together and reverted to the ruthless second lead I once saved. My mission was simple: keep him from going dark, stay out of the main couple’s way, and survive the plot. But now the lines between fiction and reality are blurring, and every word, every touch, cuts deeper than the last. Can I save the man I love when the story itself is fighting to tear us apart? Or will our ending be rewritten in blood and heartbreak? When the world wants a villain, is love enough to break the script?