Adeunim Malgo Abeonimiyo

I found myself trapped in the body of a minor supporting character destined for a tragic end. In the original story, this woman died of sheer heartbreak, destroyed by her utterly worthless husband. Knowing exactly how my fate is supposed to unfold, I realize that while avoiding the arranged marriage entirely might be impossible, there is no rule stating I must accept the same doomed groom. If I cannot escape the altar, I will simply change the man standing beside me. When I calmly agree to proceed with the marriage, the male lead assumes I have made a sensible concession. He outlines his cold terms: a modest ceremony followed by immediate exile to his remote fief, where I am expected to quietly manage the estate without any expectation of luxury or his affection. He believes he has neatly disposed of me. However, I have no intention of becoming his neglected wife. I clarify that my acceptance was never directed at him. When I reveal that I intend to marry his single father instead, his smug composure shatters into stunned silence. By choosing the patriarch over the son, I rewrite my own destiny and turn their rigid aristocratic expectations upside down.