Tragic Heroine No More: I Read the Comments and Went Berserk

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed 911, but the line was busy. I couldn't get through at all.

I tried calling the number several times, but it yielded the same result each time.

Finally, the number itself showed up as invalid.

I stared at the screen, stunned.

Was this even possible?

Comments started rolling in again. "Did the author change the plot? I swear it wasn't like this the first time I read it."

"How could 911 be an invalid number? That doesn't make sense at all."

"I know why. In these novels, the police are basically useless. After a while, the whole system just collapses."

"Exactly! The legal system in these worlds is broken. It's nothing like the real world."

"That explains why the characters never call the cops. Turns out there aren't any in here."

Henry slowly came to from his daze.

He struggled to get off the floor as his mind cleared a little. Then he angrily slapped me across the face.

"You're such a vile woman, Aria. Did you drug me again? You'll do anything to marry me, won't you?" he growled. "Since you love getting men in bed so much, I'll get ten strong men for you right now."

Henry's words dripped with venom.

The comments, on the other hand, were ecstatic.

"Here it comes. The story's back on track."

"Don't mind him being abusive now. Once she dies, he'll feel the pain!"

"Exactly! Let her stay silent. He'll hurt her because of the misunderstanding. Then, he'll realize the truth only after she's gone. That's when the regret hits."

"Aria's so stupid. Why isn't she explaining herself? Open your mouth! Tell him it wasn't you!"

I wasn't going to explain anything.

There was nothing to explain.

Why would I ruin my life just to give some worthless man a chance to regret his actions?

I refused to follow a tired, cliché storyline to my death.

I glanced at Henry as he ranted, then grabbed the lamp and swung it at the back of his head. After making sure he was out cold, I hit him a few more times before finally stopping.

There wasn't a rule that said only the female lead in these toxic romance stories had to die.

The male lead could die too.

The comments went quiet for a second, then erupted into chaos. "Holy hell, a female war god! She woke up and started killing."

"Who turned our sweet little girl into this? She just killed Henry?"

"Aria just committed murder! This is illegal! What was the author thinking when they wrote this garbage?"

"Where were you guys when Henry hurt someone?"

I ignored the debate and focused entirely on what to do with Henry's body.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

I peered through the peephole. It was Henry's best friend, Noah Carlson, who was a doctor.

He was always there to egg Henry on when I suffered.

I opened the door without hesitation and let him in.

The moment he stepped inside, he rushed to Henry's side. "What happened to Henry? Why is he out cold? Did the medicine hit him too hard? Did it cause physical damage?"

Hearing him speak made my teeth grind. He had been outside the whole time. He'd heard my screams earlier and done nothing.

But when Henry was down, he was full of concern.

I stepped aside to give him room.

"I don't know. You're the doctor. Why don't you check him out?" I said.

He bent over Henry and inspected him. I loomed over him, still holding the lamp.

With all my strength, I smashed it against the back of his head.

He spun around in shock before reaching out in disbelief. "Y-you… Why—"

I raised the lamp again and swung with full force.

"Why? Because actions have consequences. When you treat ordinary people like trash, someone will eventually do the same to you."

His gold-rimmed glasses flew off his face. He was done for within seconds.