I Gave Birth to a Child of the Cursed Family

CHAPTER 1

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Chapter 1

In my last memory, I was in a car accident. I thought it would be an instant death because I was hit by a speeding car, but when I opened my eyes, I was in a fancy room. 

"Where the hell is this?"

I looked around, blinking stupidly because I couldn't figure out the situation.

"What the..."

This place was too big and old-fashioned for a hospital room.

I moved, while idly thinking if I had died and gone to heaven.

I could hear a rustling sound. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a white dress.

"It's so soft."

I walked carefully, my body was shivering as if I'm not wearing any clothes on.

I looked around and soon found a woman in the mirror beside me.

"Oh my God, that surprised me!"

The woman in the mirror was a great beauty, yet she felt exotic to me.

She looked equally shocked as I am, having the same expression as I have. So I paused and she also did the same. 

"Huh?"

I moved my hand.

She moved hers too.

It was not that there was another woman standing in this room, It was just my reflection all along.

"Have I gone crazy?"

I stretched my cheeks out, thinking that this was just a dream but it hurts like hell.

Then someone knocked on the door.

"Madam, it's time for your cough medicine."

"Madam..? What Madam?"

I tilted my head, my hair swayed as I did so.

I think she's talking to the person inside this room.

The person outside knocked once again. 

"I'm coming in."

Well, I'd rather have anyone come in and explain the situation. Soon the door opened carefully and a woman walked in.

As soon as she saw me, her eyes widened and then she asked, "Are you up already?"

The woman approaches, pretending to know nothing, while organizing the bed where I had laid, opening the windows and so on. There was a flurry of activity while she made herself busy.

"Hey!" 

"Yes?"

"That... well, where am I?"

Anyway, I had to know something before I could figure this out so I said it carefully.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Wait a minute... 'Madam'?! Am I married to someone?"

She did not answer.