Upon entering the wedding hall, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, I locked eyes with a woman in the guest section wearing a white dress. It seemed I was the only one flustered by her outfit, which was an almost identical replica of my wedding gown.
“She’s always been a bit mischievous; it seems she played a prank. The ceremony isn’t ruined by this. I’ll scold her later, so please don’t take it too seriously.” my husband said. “Yuriel and the people of the noble house are like family to me, so I hope you’ll get along well with them.”
After the humiliating wedding, the place I entered wasn’t a home but a prison.
“His Majesty said he would send you to the monastery today. All the members of the previous royal family are dead, so for him to let you live instead of killing you is an act of excessive mercy.”
In the end, after losing everything, that woman who was pregnant with my husband’s child came to find me and said this.
I lost my child, my family, and my face was ruined. As I turned my back on the world and jumped, I bitterly cursed and swore a vow. If there was a next life, I would send them to hell.
And then… that wish came true.
* * * “Hayla, why are the two of you together?” my husband asked, his eyes bloodshot. His gaze towards me was filled with suspicion, anger, and reproach. Yet, he couldn’t get angry at the person beside me.
Before I could answer, the other person grabbed my wrist. Just as I was about to be pulled along, a large, strong hand pulled my husband’s hand away from my wrist. A dazzlingly handsome face appeared before me, and below it, a tailcoat very similar to mine. In front of everyone, he held out a hand to me and asked,
“Is what you said last time still valid? The part about me being your person?
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