My Fiance Is A Scum Bag

"Baby, I can't accept your love. You already have a fiancée, woohoo!"

"Then I'll kiss you until you accept me."

Smooch. Smooch.

The obnoxious kissing sounds came from the other side of the phone.

My fists slowly clenched. 'Devastated' was too mild of a word for what I was feeling.

Because the man on the other end of the call was my beloved fiancé. That rotten scumbag! Flirting with another woman while your fiancée listens. What kind of twisted hobby is that?

But It's not like I liked him. Even if my standards were low, they definitely didn't fall below the 'Homo-sapien' species line. In other words, I wasn't desperate enough to like an animal.

Still, hearing it with my own ears made the veins on my forehead throb.

I lowered my gaze to the wooden floor. My vision blurred as tears of frustration gathered in my eyes.

Just a few moments ago, my life had been completely normal. Back then, I was nothing more than a corporate slave dragging myself home after overtime. As usual, I was scrolling through my SNS feed. shamelessly drooling over handsome men to heal my exhausted soul.

Then, A truck came out of nowhere and the next thing I knew my life ended.

I was now inside a domineering CEO toxic romance novel.

And let me tell you something. The only thing worse than being the npc in one of these stories is being the female lead of this brainrot trash.

And spoiler alert. You probably already guessed it.

Somehow, I had reincarnated as the abused heroine of this bargain-bin dump.

"Ahhhh!"

I let out a frustrated scream, raising my phone as if I might throw it across my gigantic room.

Suddenly, the voices on the other side of the call went silent.

"Tch."

An irritated click of the tongue came from my fiancé.

Then the line went quiet.

Beeeep.

"This piece of human trash! No! No ! Even calling him a human is too kind. He's worse than an animal! Arghhhh! I wanna kill him now!"

Half of the emotions rushing through me weren't even mine. They were the lingering heartbreak of the original host.

I was honestly surprised by her stupidiy. The female lead in the novel was supposed to be endlessly submissive, the kind of woman who would accept abuse quietly, kneel in front of her lover with both hands raised, and later thank him for "harboring such thoughts"

Hikari Tsukino. That was the name of the original owner of this body. She was the lost heiress of the Tsukino family, one of the top congloromate families in Japan.

She had been separated from her family at the age of five and was only found fifteen years later. But the girl who dreamed of finally meeting her biological family again discovered something cruel instead.

Her place had already been filled.

The Tsukino family had adopted another daughter years ago, a girl named Aoi Tsukino, and by the time Hikari Tsukino returned, there was no space left for her in their perfect family portrait.

And so began her miserable life in a filthy rich household that never truly accepted her. The servants looked down on her, the family ignored her, and every comparison somehow ended with Aoi Tsukino shining brighter.

Her only comfort was her fiancé. He was the only person who ever gave her a warm gaze. At least, that was what she believed. This illusion shattered the moment he discovered she liked him.

"Even though you're my fiancée," he had said coldly, "the only person I like is Aoi-san."

What a wonderful fiancé. Truly the pinnacle of human decency.

In the end of the novel, Hikari Tsukino died from stage four stomach cancer. Only after her death did everyone suddenly realize how much they loved her.

I quickly shook my head, horror creeping up my spine.

Oh my God. I'm going to die. What do I do?!

My hands, which had been tangled in my hair, slowly stopped moving as I stared at the girl reflected in the mirror. She looked pale and pitiful, the kind of person destined to be stepped on by everyone around her.

Then my eyes narrowed. A cold smirk slowly spread across my face.

Ha!

That's right.

All I have to do is leave this garbage plot behind and refuse to follow the original storyline. Honestly, how hard could that be?

Just as I started laughing like some sort of a demon lord, a faint knock echoed from the door.

"Young Lady…"

I turned around and cleared my throat, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"…Come in."

A maid slowly entered the room and closed the door behind her. Her head was slightly lowered as she nervously played with the hem of her dress.

I tried to search the original host's memories for her face, but nothing came up.

She hesitated for a moment before raising her head, her eyes cautiously meeting mine.

"Uhmm… the Young Master wants you to hurry to the hospital and…"

The Young Master she was referring to was my fiancé.

Ren Takahashi.

I almost gagged at the mention of him, but somehow managed to hold it in.

"Why?" My voice came out more irritated than I intended.

The young maid immediately flinched.

"H-He sounded very angry… Uhmm… he wants you to make nutritious soup for Miss Yuna and… apologize for making her sick."

Suddenly, a vein throbbed in my temple.

If I remembered correctly, Aoi Tsukino had seen me and my fiancé attending the Takahashi family head's grand birthday a few days ago. Apparently, the sight of us together was too much for her delicate heart.

She got jealous and fell sick.

And of course, the blame somehow landed on me.

In the original plot, the original host personally made the soup, ran all the way to the hospital in the pouring rain because she couldn't find a cab, and arrived completely soaked.

And what did the Ren Takahashi do? He shouted at her for bringing the soup in a dirty lunchbox.

Honestly, the audacity.

Excuse me, you trash bag. How exactly was she supposed to keep a lunchbox clean in the middle of a thunderstorm?

Besides, the person eating the soup is already filth. Does it even matter?

The maid flinched when she saw my expression.

"D-Don't worry, Miss! I'll make the soup and you can just-"

I waved my hand dismissively.

I was already done with this ridiculous plot.

"There's no need for that."

After dismissing her, I grabbed a suitcase.

Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to pack only a few dresses and walk away dramatically like a brain-dead love sick fool. I filled it with every valuable I could find in the room.

Besides, for someone like the domineering CEO Ren Takahashi, he probably wouldn't even notice.

Let's just call it compensation for treating me like trash.

Then I threw open my bedroom door.

The moment I stepped outside, several members of the working staff turned to look at me and my suitcase.

I ignored them and walked straight toward the elevator.

Rich people are insane.

This was the first time in my life I had seen an elevator inside a house.

I stepped in and pressed the button for the top floor, leaning against the back wall as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Ding.

The doors opened.

I stepped out and walked toward the only room on the floor.

Ren Takahashi's room.

Under any circumstances, I was never allowed to enter it. The original host had never dared to cross that line. But then again, I wasn't the original host.

The room was ridiculously grand. He barely even stayed in this house, yet the place looked like a five-star hotel suite. What a waste of space.

But I wasn't here to criticize his interior design. I was here for revenge.

I walked toward his vanity table. The man had more skincare products than I did. Raising an eyebrow, I smirked.

Fine then. I'll start from here.

It took exactly twenty minutes to trash the room. With every broken object, another wave of satisfaction washed over me.

By the time I was done, I collapsed onto his bed. The mattress had been repeatedly slashed with scissors, and duck feathers were still drifting slowly through the air.

The experience was strangely therapeutic.

Of course, I wanted to destroy the entire mansion. Unfortunately, I didn't have time. I glanced down at my phone. My plane ticket was booked.

It was finally time to leave this pathetic story behind.