Tragic Heroine No More: I Read the Comments and Went Berserk
As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes.
"Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!"
"I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!"
"Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day."
That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die.
The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death.
As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot.
Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?