Beware of the Villainess

I have become the antagonist in a novel, but surprisingly, I don’t hate it. As a duke’s daughter, I was jobless and wealthy, so I couldn’t miss this opportunity. It’s the perfect chance to live life on my own terms and ignore the main plot. Shortly after waking up as the villainess, I caught my fiancé, the novel’s male lead and crowned prince, cheating on me with another woman. He was beaming with joy, but I didn’t shed a tear. Instead, I questioned him, “Are you trash, your highness?” I am the refreshing soda-like protagonist who will deviate from the main story. Why? Because it’s a waste for a girl to be surrounded by cheap cars (men).