The Foreign Object was Me

I was a saint candidate. I fell into a scheme and ruined the duke, my only sponsor, I was falsely accused of trying to mu*der Diana, my rival, and died a miserable death. ‘I’m not a foreign object in some kind of third-rate novel… Why am I dying so s*upidly and absurdly?!’ In that moment, I realized. I’ve really transmigrated into a character in a novel! *** Me, Belzeth. 5 years old. I’ve regressed back to my childhood like a miracle! I’ve decided to live well this time, learning from my past mistakes. And the results are in. The Duke who was always cold-hearted in my previous life keeps giving me gifts, I’ve become friends with the eldest son who gets killed because of me, and even the sickly younger son who was supposed to die early is healed. “Great! Now I just have to avoid the dead flags!” But. The more I try to avoid the original storyline, the more I get involved with the male lead candidates… And Diana, the kind heroine, turns into a harsh person who’s just after me?! “I can’t hear my heartbeat.” To make matters worse, even my heart is gone. Damn it! I might end up being the villainess again and die! “I don’t have a heart… I don’t have a heart… So I can’t feel pain…” What a load of nonsense! Please, whether you’re a goddess or whatever, just let me live a peaceful life!