WAYSOWD 03

Chapter 3

The girl in the mirror blinked.

Her beautiful blond hair flowed down her cheek.

‘I got possessed again, damn it.’

As soon as I saw the mirror, I cursed out loud.

Anyone in my situation would pull their hair or scream curses, too.

‘Why, why, why!’

Why did I die again!

No matter how much I screamed inside, there was no answer.

I was sure I had finished things with Noah Lenister. I divorced him, and I even left the Lenister estate.

‘All I had to do was live a peaceful, comfortable life!’

It’s all my fault for picking the wrong carriage.

The carriage was slower than the mailman, so I just asked, “I have something urgent, can you go faster?”

With a cheap speaker, the coachman yelled, “Hold on tight so your butt doesn’t get torn up!” and drove like crazy.

Screech! Clatter-clatter!

The merchant carriage flipped over in a second, like a runaway train.

With a loud crash, the carriage I was riding in crumbled like paper, and I died instantly.

Not even time for my life to flash before my eyes—my sixth life ended in death.

‘I divorced my sick husband, so why did I die!’

If it went by romance novel rules, I thought I could escape death easily.

I was sure this world was inside a book.
A world with carriages that have loudspeakers? That’s obviously a fantasy novel setting.

I’ve been reading romance fantasy since I was a job seeker, and even after I got promoted. Six years.

‘Damn. At least give me a hint.’

Whenever I tried to remember which novel I was in, my head hurt so much I had to stop thinking.

Even now, I couldn’t remember the title—just a pounding headache.

It didn’t matter if I couldn’t remember the book’s name. I’m basically a romance fantasy expert. I’ll remember someday.

“Sigh… I was going to the capital after the divorce.”

I planned to live in the capital, where there were all sorts of things to do.

No phone, no internet, no MiTube, no Nplex—life was boring.

I wanted to see operas, fan over handsome actors, and get beauty treatments like always.
I wanted to live well.

“I even made a list of 50 ways to make sure my ex-husband couldn’t find me.”

After the divorce, I planned to eat some rare poisonous herb that makes you fall into a coma and pretend to be dead.

I’d prepared a cool coffin and found a good grave spot with great feng shui, too. That way, my ex-husband would think I was really dead and give up.

I was going to do all that, but I was just too unlucky.

If I made a mistake, it was just following clichés and believing the “divorce = survive” rule.

‘Well… Even a roulette-majoring, Korean romance fantasy expert can make mistakes.’

Is it a rule in this novel that I die if I get divorced? Or was I just unlucky?

I read so many divorce stories that I just believed if I got divorced, I’d survive.

In the stories, the heroine suddenly tells her husband she wants a divorce, and—

The hero, who can’t handle it, rips up the divorce papers like a hairdresser with scissors.

I was nervous he’d do that, but with Noah, the divorce was too easy.

He even kindly stamped the count’s seal on the papers without a word.

‘Ha, to think I’d die in a carriage accident after the divorce. Dying so uselessly… whatever.’

Lucky or unlucky, I was now possessed as seventeen-year-old Solia.

Young and fresh Noah Lenister, the count.
That means it’s the time I’ll be forced to marry him.

‘Why do I keep dying? Seven possessions—so annoying!’

Knock knock.

My chaotic thoughts stopped with the sound of knocking.

“I’m coming in, miss.”

Without waiting for permission, a woman in a maid’s uniform came in.

I recognized her right away.
She’s the maid who served Solia as a baron’s daughter for five years!

‘Ah. You again?’

Because of this maid’s constant bullying, Solia’s childhood was filled with trauma.

Sure, maybe you need trauma to get justice later, but—

At first, just seeing her made my body shake. The fear from childhood was stuck in my body.

But after being possessed seven times, I felt less fear and more annoyance and anger.

‘Of course, the third-rate villain shows up right on cue.’

Go ahead and act like a villain. I glanced at the maid.

“You slept late again today? What do you even do, miss?”

She mocked me, looking at me like I was the most pathetic person in the world.
Even a fish in water would look less excited than she did now.

‘Actually, this is good.’

I was kind of glad to see her. I would have missed my chance otherwise.

‘Does she even know she gave Solia trauma?’

She bullied a little kid so much and probably still thinks she’s a good person.

Even if she leaves the baron’s house, she’ll just get a better job as a head maid in some other noble house.

Solia, meanwhile, curled up in bed every night, afraid the maid would come and choke her.

That maid probably slept well every night. Bad woman.

‘This is what Korean fantasy is all about.’

How great is it to get a chance to pay back a mean girl?

Still, I’ll give this dumb maid one chance. I’m a good girl, after all.

“Um… Sorry. I must have slept in like an idiot.”

Sorry your boss is so dumb. I must look pathetic to you.

I wiped my dry eyes and glanced at the maid.

“You just realized? I’ve always said it. You’re always, always stupid.”

Dumb Solia. Of course you are! The maid’s eyes shined with joy.

‘Hmph. Are you trying to start something with me?’

She looked so silly I could hardly keep from laughing. You ruined Solia’s past, you know.

‘What if I don’t forgive you? I’ll do what I want.’

Who can force me to forgive? I’ll forgive if and when I want.

This time, it’s only fair I ruin this mean maid’s future.

I’m even worse than you are.

I’ll break this place apart. You first.

“Come here, Jerry.”

I smiled sweetly and brushed my hair back.

The maid, holding a basket in one hand, glanced at me with bored eyes.

Her name was Jerry.

Baron Rotten had chosen her himself to work at the mansion, but she was jealous.

She hated that I, a commoner’s daughter, got to be a noble just because of my parents.

She bullied me openly, hiding nothing.

Even though Solia was the baron’s daughter, she listened to Jerry’s every word.

‘I was scared.’

Growing up bullied, Solia was easily frightened and had low self-esteem.
Even knowing the difference in status, she still bowed to Jerry.

‘Ugh, why is getting rid of her so annoying?’

Even in my seventh possession, I still had to see this woman.

After I married Noah, Jerry followed as my “spy.”

‘How can I get rid of this annoying maid?’

I checked the date on the calendar. There were still six months left before I had to marry Noah.

No need to drag things out—better to get rid of her fast. Time to set some traps for the maid.

I decided right away and smiled at Jerry.

“Get me ready, like usual.”

I spoke clearly instead of mumbling, and Jerry frowned.

She looked like she was annoyed I’d even practiced speaking.
She didn’t ask questions, probably just didn’t care.

“Of course. It’s my job as a maid, after all.”

She sounded polite, but you could hear the jealousy. Jerry smirked and came over with her basket.

There were all kinds of makeup tools in the basket on the vanity.

Jerry quickly grabbed hairpins and twisted up half my hair.

“I’ll brush your hair first, miss.”

Jerry usually helped me get ready. As my personal maid, she was supposed to do everything, but always avoided the hard or boring jobs. She never even helped at meals.

She must have wanted to stay on the baron’s good side, because she only gave me fancy makeup when he was around.

She put way too much makeup on young Solia and laughed at her. The more I looked like a clown, the happier Jerry was.

Thick, messy eyeliner.

She grabbed my face and slapped on blush with a dirty brush.

She even used moldy lipstick on my lips.

Because of that, Solia had to get special treatment at the salon.

At least now, my skin was clear like a girl my age.
But who knows when I’ll have trouble again.

‘It’s not just my skin—she gave me trauma!’

For five years, she grabbed my face and shouted while doing my makeup. How could I not be scared?