I transmigrated into a tragedy novel.
I became the true daughter of the Jiang family—abandoned by my parents, unloved, and kidnapped as a child.
No matter what I said, nobody believed me. Instead, they were convinced I was malicious and scheming, trying to frame the fake daughter.
It wasn’t until I got cancer and took my own life that they finally woke up and saw the truth.
They cried. They regretted. They mourned me.
The System said excitedly, “After you die, they can never have you again.”
“From now on, their whole lives will be filled with nothing but pain and regret.”
“You’ve used your life to take revenge on them! You’ve made them lose what they love most!”
I frowned. Cancer? A tragedy novel?
Then I turned around and slit my own throat.
I became a vengeful ghost.
