In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead
There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
The Rival
The inn is a perfect place to hole up and rest.
The smell of fresh-baked bread and steak fills the air. The sound of people enjoying themselves, and the staff rushing to fulfill the orders, create an ambiance that's lively but comfortable. The floor is clean, the beds are soft, the bar is well stocked.
The front desk is managed by a helpful, polite, and cheeky young man named Craig, and his siblings.
The second the voice reaches my ears, however, all of these observations go out the window. The only thing in my head is:
...shit.
I feel my back muscles go rigid as a hand rests on my shoulder. It's an arrogant, condescending, aggravating, heavy and unwelcome touch. I want to rip the hand off.
Instead, I remain still, forcing my expression to be neutral.
"You know her?" Lucas asks.