So I Was the Persecuted Grand Duchess Destined to Die?

My PhD dissertation was rejected for the last time. I drank myself into a stupor—and fell asleep. When I woke up… I was at a wedding. Apparently, I’m now Renée Celeste. I’ve possessed a character in a romance fantasy novel, but I have no idea which one. “This marriage is uncomfortable for both of us. Just live quietly. As if you don’t exist.” That was what my husband, the Grand Duke, told me. Live quietly? Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. So I moved into a small, cozy cabin in the forest, spent my days with the Ganada Maids, who are unconditionally on my side, and somehow ended up living peacefully with a transparent(?) dragon. Life was simple. Calm. Happy. Until one night, under a full moon, my husband showed up unannounced. And he looked nothing like the man I knew. “You keep bothering me. Living in a storage shed. Constantly doing hard labor. Barely eating enough to survive. Do you seriously not realize you’re being mistreated? Why are you always smiling like that?” Storage shed? You mean my beautiful forest cabin? Hard labor? I was just cleaning because I was bored. Poor meals? That was a healthy diet. “…That’s mistreatment?” Wait. Have I been mistreated this entire time?! *** I’m screwed. As I hovered between life and death, I finally remembered the novel I had possessed. A terrible one— where the terminally ill Grand Duchess actually dies, and only after her death does the male lead regret everything. A trash ending. “Renée!” Just before I lost consciousness, my husband ran toward me with a desperation I had never seen before. I thought you hated me? “Renée. I never once told you to leave my side. Even if the end is death… I’ll follow you to the very end.”