At twenty-eight, Livia Forsythe was surrounded by a group of older relatives, all taking turns pushing her to get married. The pressure was making her head spin.
In a moment of desperation, she thought about faking insanity just to escape the chaos—but the last thing she expected was to actually knock herself out when she tried. When she finally came to, she was sitting in what looked like an old civil affairs bureau, right in the middle of a marriage registration process!
The whole scene felt like it had been lifted straight out of a gossip post she’d read not long ago. Livia was stunned by how fast everything had changed.
Everything around her screamed of a bygone era—the classic uniforms on the staff, her own bobbed curls, even the ticking wall clock looked ancient.
A staff member handed her two brand-new marriage certificates with a cheerful grin. "All set, comrades. Wishing you a happy life together!"
At that moment, a rush of foreign yet strangely familiar memories flooded into her mind.
Turned out, there was another Livia Forsythe in this world, only this one was nothing like her—a plain-looking girl with a criminal background to boot.
Before she had a chance to fully process it, a cold male voice cut in: "The papers are done. I'm heading back to the base."
She looked up and nearly dropped the certificates—standing in front of her was the textbook image of a soldier: tall, lean, broad-shouldered, and sharp-eyed.
Seriously? How did the original Livia end up married to someone like that?
Before she could put the pieces together, the man—Ethan Harper—had already turned to leave.
Livia instinctively wanted to go after him, but another flood of memories froze her on the spot. It was 1976 now. And she—well, the original her—was only nineteen years old.
After the jump, Livia figured out that the girl whose body she’d landed in was a war orphan adopted by the Harper family.
Her birth parents had died serving the country, and Ethan’s parents took her in to live with Ethan’s grandmother.
The Harpers were a proud military family—generations of loyal service behind them.
And Ethan? He was a genius in uniform with a bright future ahead of him.No one expected that ever since they took Livia Forsythe in, the Harper family's luck had only gone downhill. Ethan's parents and granny were constantly at odds, and everyone’s careers hit a dead end.
What made it worse was that Livia didn't just stir up trouble—she got herself locked up and eventually faced execution.
Now, it just so happened that this awful woman had been out of prison for half a year, and she somehow tricked Granny Harper into forcing Ethan Harper into marrying her.
Thinking of all this mess, Livia Forsythe was trembling with anger.
She used to be a decent, modern young woman—and now, she was stuck in the life of someone like this?
But it was Ethan who had it worse. Back then, military marriage checks weren’t strict, so with pressure from his grandmother, he got roped into marrying this troublemaker. His life basically got ruined.
Recalling how the original Livia ended, Livia Forsythe started shaking all over. She couldn’t tell if it was the fear from everything she’d remembered or the shock of transmigrating, but her vision went dark and she collapsed.
When she came to, the first thing she heard was someone shouting outside the window:
"Livia Forsythe, you criminal, get out here!"
"Yeah, you better come out—I'm not leaving until I skin you alive!"
That shrill voice was all too familiar. It was Clara Mitchell, the wife of Mr. Davis, and she had a serious bone to pick with the original Livia.
Livia took a breath, slowly collecting herself. It seemed after passing out at the civil office, Ethan Harper must’ve brought her back to his family’s old house. And now, trouble had come knocking.
Digging through the original Livia’s memories, Livia finally pieced together why Clara was so pissed.
Turns out yesterday, the old Livia had pulled another stunt—sneaked around while no one was looking and snatched some dried veggies and salted fish off the windowsills of two military wives. Then, just for fun, she tossed the whole lot into the compost pit behind Mr. Davis’s house where they grew vegetables.
Livia was stunned. It wasn’t just that the original had no morals—she even stole things and went out of her way to be nasty? Her head felt like it might explode.
She really didn’t want to deal with any of this, but hiding inside forever wasn’t going to solve anything.
Livia figured she’d better go explain things to everyone.
But the moment she pushed open the Harper family’s gate, a group of women in crisp Dacron outfits came surging toward her like a wave.
Before she could even say a word, they grabbed her hair, yanked at her clothes, and dragged her straight out of the yard.
