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During pregnancy, I burned with a fever of 39.5°C. Yet, my husband left me behind to help his friend pursue love. Only after I lost the child did I realize the world I lived in was a trashy angst novel. And I was the evil side character, only existing to serve as a stepping stone for the leads' romance. In the end, my husband cheated with the female lead's best friend. My childhood friend was forced to jump from a building by the male lead. Since I was starting over, to hell with the plot. This life, I would live for myself.