I Dumped The Hero Too Early

I was supposed to be the cannon-fodder fiancée from those classic male-power progression novels—the arrogant highborn girl whose only purpose was to humiliate the disgraced hero and call off their betrothal, fueling his vengeful rise to glory.

There was just one catastrophic problem.

I transmigrated three years too early.

Right now, the story’s protagonist was still an untouchable prodigy, basking at the pinnacle of his youth, light-years away from becoming a broken outcast.

Yet my system didn’t care about timelines. It demanded I fulfill the scripted breakup scene immediately.