The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
I was a die-hard fan of cathartic female-led romance web novels.
The world of web novels I discovered amid my frustrating daily life was absolutely fantastic.
‘Sis, dump that trash and grab yourself a new Benz!’
Every time the female lead ditched her cheating loser for a stunningly handsome new man, my wallet opened without hesitation.
These female leads dumped their trashy fiancés, drove them to bankruptcy, gave their backstabbing best friends a taste of their own medicine, and multiplied their own fortunes.
It was never the job of a cathartic heroine to shed tears over life’s hardships.
The protagonists in these web novels offered me the vicarious satisfaction I craved from my suffocating reality.
Every time I watched romance heroines elegantly bury every kind of scum into the ground, it felt so incredibly refreshing.
Each time, I expressed my gratitude to the author with generous payments and comments.
‘Author, please keep writing daily updates!’
After reading so many romance novels, I occasionally imagined myself transmigrating into one. I’d be the only daughter of an ancient, prestigious noble house, blessed with both wealth and honor—except rumors wrongly labeled me as the villainess, so my fiancé demanded to break off our engagement.
‘Oh, really? Fine. If you dislike me that much, I don’t want this marriage either. But since it’s the Duke who’s calling off the engagement, I’ll need a hefty compensation to restore my honor.’
Then I’d coolly sign the annulment papers and head straight to a party to ‘snap!’ hunt for a new man. People would curse me while unable to tear their eyes away from my jewels, and I’d stride through high society, relishing their envy!
Something like ‘Black Rose of the House of Innes’—if I had to pick a nickname, that would be perfect.
I’d secretly run a mercenary group under an alias, take commissions from protagonists, enjoy festivals, and be ready at any moment to crash a slave market.
Anything but being an extra whose existence gets erased after a single line in the original story.
Anything but being an extra who dies young in a violent, tragic way.
Anything but being an extra tormented and miserable her whole life!
“But of all things, an extra wife who briefly marries the male lead only to get assassinated shortly after? Are you kidding me? Is my life on a timer? I demand a refund!”
One day, after dying in an accident while fighting with my awful step-siblings,
I opened my eyes to find myself in the world of a novel. Fine—I knew that nowadays, readers of transmigration novels were always prepared to wake up inside their favorite story if they died while reading.
The problem was—
“Miss Anette!”
“Is this… me?”
The name of the body I’d transmigrated into was none other than Anette Fosse—the overlooked, mistreated eldest daughter of House Fosse, the male lead’s nominal wife in the original story, and an extra who gets written off after a single line stating she married him, only to die immediately afterward!
That was me.
“Alright, let’s spin the reincarnation roulette again.”
As a devoted romance reader, I quickly assessed the situation and reached this conclusion: since I’d landed on a romance route, this body was already a lost cause. There was no solution.
Admittedly, the very idea of transmigrating into a novel was absurd to begin with. Since I was already dead anyway, I might as well spin the rebirth roulette once more and hope to land in a story like ‘I Was the Youngest Daughter of a Tyrannical Emperor’ next life—that’d actually be worth living.
I could totally do the “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” act. If the tyrant emperor handed me gold bars left and right, I’d happily play the cute, doting daughter.
I admit it—I was a little unhinged back then.
‘Your courage right now determines your entire transmigrator life.’
“Miss Anette, what on earth are you doing!”
“Let go of me! I need to get into a different story!”
“Has this young lady truly gone mad!”
My attempt to bang my head against the wall and force a quick restart was, unfortunately, thwarted.
Oddly enough, the servants—who normally ignored Anette completely—were unusually sharp-witted this time.
I ended up tightly bound and locked inside my own room.
“No! You only try to cheat the system right at the beginning! I’m not Anette—I’m telling you, I’m not!”
“After eating such expensive meals, are you really going to keep spouting nonsense? However much you dislike this marriage, is this really how you should behave? Calm yourself down properly in there!”
And so, my denial of reality was crushed.
‘Dear God, please! I’d rather be the villainess who gets dumped—she at least has money and honor!’
But Anette had nothing. Not even her lifespan.
Locked in Anette’s room, starving for an entire day, I thought bitterly: wasn’t God being way too cruel?
In my past life, I’d been a child of a remarried family. My mother had passed away, and my father remarried almost immediately—as if he’d been waiting for her death—with my stepmother.
And now, the body I’d transmigrated into, Anette, was in the exact same situation.
‘Could it be that just because I’m motherless and my father remarried, you’ve stuck me with this role? Are you seriously saying she and I are the same?’
Aside from that, I couldn’t find any other connection between Anette and myself.
In my past life, I’d been the daughter of an ordinary household, but Anette belonged to a powerful noble family.
In my past life, I’d outwardly pretended to care about my stepmother just to avoid hearing how she discriminated against me as her stepdaughter—but Anette didn’t even have that pretense. Despite being a marquis’s daughter, her room was shabby and cold, and the servants openly ignored her.
“Worse yet, the marriage to the male lead is already confirmed.”
Hadn’t the maid just said it? That I was throwing a fit because I didn’t want to marry? Her words felt like a death sentence—like I had barely any time left before my demise.
The male lead existed solely for the heroine. Would I really dare lay a hand on him?
‘That’s exactly why I’ll end up assassinated and dead on the floor!’
This novel, ‘The Abandoned Saintess Goes to the Northern Duke,’ was the very first romance novel I’d ever read.
True to its title, it featured a saintess and a duke as protagonists, joining forces to defeat the Demon King.
Anette Fosse wasn’t even a proper villainess in this story—just a worthless extra, barely worth mentioning.
The male lead was a brilliant lord who loved the North, but the North had always been a poor land.
At this point, the wealthy southern House Fosse—on bad terms with the North—proposed a marriage alliance, offering a generous dowry. The male lead accepted a loveless marriage.
Having married Anette without affection, he deliberately sent her to a secondary palace and neglected her. Left in isolation, Anette lived a lonely life until she was suddenly killed by an assassin.
Upon hearing of Anette’s death, the male lead showed no particular reaction.
‘How unfortunate.’
After offering a half-hearted condolence, he finally met his true love—the heroine—and they lived happily ever after. That was the story of ‘The Abandoned Saintess Goes to the Northern Duke.’
As a reader, it had been entertaining—but now, seeing it from Anette’s perspective, the ending was so unjust she’d probably return as a vengeful ghost.
‘If I’d transmigrated into Evangeline instead, I’d be proudly declaring Darius, the lonely Northern Duke, as my man!’
Knowing in advance what would happen in the story would’ve eased all my worries.
But Anette wasn’t even part of the main plot—she was just an extra whose life was nearly over.
‘Wait a minute. Even as Anette, I still know exactly what’s going to happen, right?’
Anette’s problem was that right after marriage, she’d be sent to the secondary palace and killed by an assassin before she could even start a new life.
So what if I changed that route?
For example, what if I used my knowledge of the original plot to warn Darius about future events and prove I could be useful to him?
Then surely Darius wouldn’t send me away—and I’d never meet that assassin, right?
If I stayed by Darius’s side, helped him out, quietly watched him meet the heroine, maybe I could even start a second life entirely different from the original plot?
‘Exactly! Extras who help the protagonist have an astronomically higher survival rate!’
I clenched my fists and made my decision.
After the chaos of the first day passed, I quietly assessed the situation. Since I’d have to keep living as Anette anyway, the longer I remained imprisoned, the worse it would be for me.
Once I stopped shouting and kept my mouth shut, the servants finally untied the ropes binding me, though they still eyed me sharply.
“The Duke will arrive shortly—stop causing trouble and change your clothes!”
The maid leading the harassment was none other than Anette’s nurse.
〈Miss Anette has come to her senses!〉
The first voice I’d heard upon waking in Anette’s body had also been the nurse’s.
Based on years of reading romance novels, statistics showed that when a female lead regains consciousness after fainting, the person who says, “The young lady has awakened!” is, with 51% probability, her loyal maid. The remaining 49% are those who visit only to torment or exploit her.
Sadly, this nurse fell into the latter category.
She, who should have protected Anette more than anyone else as the person closest to her, was the one bullying her the most enthusiastically.
How did I know?
Thud.
A bookshelf tightly bound with leather straps toppled over.
In my hands was Anette’s diary. When I’d first discovered it, I’d been slightly overwhelmed—it spanned dozens of volumes.
‘Does she really have this much to say?’
That’s what I’d thought back then.
“‘After my stepmother scolded me, the nurse pulled me aside and advised me: “Miss, you have a habit of sounding unpleasant even when saying the same things others say. Perhaps it’s best not to speak in front of others.”’”
‘Wow. This household really knows how to crush a child’s spirit.’
Page after page of the diary documented how Anette gradually lost herself and grew timid.
‘Thanks to this, I now understand this mansion and everything Anette’s been through as if I’d lived it myself…’
Heh. Recalling the familiar conversations from home, I couldn’t help but smile.
Honestly, it was a situation I knew all too well. The only difference was that Anette couldn’t reply, whereas I’d always lifted my chin defiantly and talked back until my throat was sore.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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Chapter Comments (170)
What is this? Is the duke cursed? Poor Annette, she only hopes to be free from this damned family.
who is supervising the maids?
how could they sell the lady’s dress and no one noticed?they say first impressions are important.
the duke of the north looks very pleased!
Inline Comments (2)
‘Remember the original story. Darius belongs to Evangeline Stockwork.’
Why does she insist that Darius would never like her? Isn’t she already defying the original work by changing the events?
‘In the original story, Anette was assassinated in the annex by Darius’s unknown
Who really could that be? If she was just the arranged wife and an enemy daughter at that, who could possibly plan on killing her?
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agustus_orchid
i congratulate Anette for standing up for her rights.
now it’s time to teach the maids a lesson.
agustus_orchid
anette, I’m sorry about you.
why are the servants treating a little girl so cruelly?
agustus_orchid
crushing a small child is unacceptable.
these people are rotten inside.
agustus_orchid
sis is a big fan.
she knows all the ins and outs of the novel world.
Miioo
Well done, Annette. The maids should teach me a good lesson.