I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

Hi, I'm Tessa. Or at least I 𝑤𝑎𝑠 Tessa. I was supposed to die peacefully-old age, dramatic last words, the whole deal. Instead, I got hit by Truck-kun. Yes. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 truck. Turns out my death was a 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 mistake, which Death admits to like it's a missed appointment. 𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒. Now I'm stuck playing ping pong with a man with terrible fashion sense, armed with sarcasm, unfinished fanfiction regrets, and a universe that clearly didn't read the memo. At least the dudes are cute. This is the story of what happens when Death fucks up. I absolutely refuse to die a virgin this time. Dumblefuck can suck a dick. Oops! *𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠!* *𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒* 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 18.

I was reincarnated into the Young Master of the Alsar dukedom, the villain of the novel "Romance in the Time Passing". However, there was one problem. I had never read the novel, and the system that told me I must maintain the plotline wouldn't tell me anything! Without any knowledge of how to act as the villain, what the characters I had to bully looked like, or the basic norms of the world, I could only helplessly watch as the plotline veered further from its original.