I transmigrated into a sweet romance novel as the vicious female supporting character.
The story went like this.
The male lead loved his wife with all his heart.
But his wife fell ill, and her days were numbered.
Right then, his wife’s younger sister-that is, the original owner of this body-climbed into his bed.
His wife was magnanimous.
Not only did she not blame her sister, she even asked the male lead to marry her after she died.
Left with no choice, the male lead could only pinch his nose and agree.
And all of that was merely the setup for the entire sweet romance.
The real story was this: the male and female leads meet, and the female lead slowly gets the male lead to open his heart, helps him move on from the pain of losing his wife, and finally, happy ending!
As for the original owner, that eyesore, after being abandoned by everyone and cold-shouldered by her husband, she jumped off a building and killed herself, successfully clearing the way for the female lead.
