..... ....... ... ........
Rosy tossed the book aside. The soft thud echoed louder than it should have. For two days, she’d lived in that world—until 3 a.m. nights, curled under her blanket, whispering, “One more chapter, just one.” But now it was over.
And they didn’t get their happy ending.
She sat staring at the wall, empty. Unsatisfied.
Rosy's POV:
Books taught me how to feel things I couldn’t explain and gave words to the pain I never said aloud. I wasn’t ready to fall in love with a story that would leave me undone. And the saddest part isn’t the ending—it’s knowing they were almost happy.
She whispered the line again: “Their love wasn’t perfect. That’s why it felt so real.”
Rosy closed her eyes—and 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 ......when she opened them again, the room had changed.
The air smelled of parchment and something floral. Her hands no longer held a phone, but a satin ribbon. Her pajamas were gone, replaced with a flowing dress. She stood in a cobblestone street she’d only ever read about.
And across from her stood him.
The man she had cried over. The man who’d broken her fictional heart.
He looked at her, stunned. “Roselyn?” he breathed.
Not Rosy. Roselyn. Just like in the book.
She stumbled back. “This isn’t real.”
But he reached for her like she was. Like the story had cracked wide open and rewritten itself—for her..
---
Rosy’s POV – Before Everything Changed
I picked up a book called “When the Love Lost” without reading the blurb, the author’s name, or even the trope. I just needed something to feel.
And I did.
It was about a girl named Roselyn, a rich merchant’s daughter, and Liam, her childhood friend who loved her with every part of himself. He was the steady presence in her life—the quiet protector. The one who would’ve let her go if it meant she’d smile again.
But Roselyn didn’t love him. Not at first.
She had loved a prince—a cruel, beautiful man who broke her, left her pregnant, and then vanished. After losing her child in an accident, she married Liam out of duty. He gave her respect, kindness, and space. And slowly, she began to fall for him.
But just when she was starting to choose him…
That prince returned. With sweet lies and poisonous words. He made Roselyn believe Liam was dangerous. Controlling. Manipulative.
She believed it.
She betrayed Liam.
She humiliated him, even—right in front of the prince, before he left for war.
And Liam, broken-hearted, didn’t fight back. He went to war like a man with nothing left to lose.
He won.
But he never came home.
The news of his death shattered Roselyn. And just like that, the story ended:
Two broken hearts. Two graves. One almost-love.
And I sat there at 3 a.m., staring at the last page, whispering to no one:
“They were almost happy.”
...
𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 .
𝑹𝑶𝑺𝒀'𝑺.𝑷𝑶𝑽:
I don’t know how long I’ll stay in this world, or if I can rewrite everything. But if I’m here—if I have even one more chance—I’ll choose the man who chose me every single time.
Rosy (now in Roselyn’s place) finds herself in the misunderstanding chapter—the moment that eventually breaks Liam. Only now, she knows the plot, and things to change
---
Early morning. The grand estate is quiet except for the faint sound of boots against polished marble. Liam stands at the door, dressed in his military uniform, ready to leave for training. Rosy, wearing Roselyn’s embroidered gown, watches him from the stairs—trying to hide the ache in her chest.
Rosy’s Thoughts:
This is it. Chapter twenty-seven. The moment he walks away for weeks, while she—no, not me—sneaks off to the prince like a fool in mourning and confusion.
But I’m here now.
Liam turns to her, adjusting his gloves. “I’ve arranged for extra guards while I’m gone. The estate is secure. If anything happens, write me directly.”
His voice is gentle, but formal. Distant. He doesn’t expect warmth from her anymore.
She steps forward. “You’re leaving today?”
He pauses, surprised she asked. “I thought… you wouldn’t care.”
“I do,” she says. Too quickly. Then softer, “I mean, I should. You're my husband.”
Liam studies her face like he’s trying to memorize it—because in the original story, this is the last time he ever sees her truly as his wife.
“I’ll be gone for three weeks.” He hesitates. “Roselyn… if there’s something in your heart, something I should know before I go—tell me now.”
She wants to scream: Don’t go. Don’t leave me with the prince. He’ll twist the truth and destroy what little we have left.
But instead, Rosy forces herself to stay in character. “Be safe, Liam.”
His smile falters, but he nods. “Always. For you.”
And then he leaves.
---
Later that day – The Garden Pavilion
Rosy arrives at the pavilion, where Roselyn originally went to meet the prince. She feels sick. Everything in her body is telling her to turn back. But the plot demands she comes here.
He’s waiting—Prince Aeren. Beautiful. Manipulative. Dangerous.
“My love,” he says, stepping forward. “You came. I knew you would.”
Rosy stares at him. This is the man who lied to her. Who left her. Who called her back only to ruin the man who truly loved her.
But she plays her part—for now.
“You wanted to speak?”
He takes her hand. “You look even more like yourself now. Not like that man’s wife. You were never meant to belong to him.”
Rosy stiffens. “I’m not sure I ever belonged to you either.”
His smile tightens. “He doesn’t love you the way I do. He only took you out of pity.”
“Pity?” she says, laughing coldly. “Liam treats me with more care in silence than you ever did in love.”
The prince narrows his eyes. “He’s dangerous. I heard things—about how he acts when no one is looking. About what he plans once he returns from training.”
This is the lie. The manipulation.
Rosy crosses her arms. “Did you plant those rumors yourself, Aeren? Because I know Liam. And I trust him more than I’ll ever trust you.”
He grabs her wrist, voice sharp now. “You’re making a mistake.”
Rosy yanks her arm free. “No. I’m fixing one.”
She walks away, breath heavy, heart pounding. In the distance, a letter rests on the study desk—Liam’s farewell note, unread. In the original story, she never finds it. But now she will.
𝑩𝒚: 𝑨𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂
𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫.......
