I was thirty years of age when my life met its sorry end once a simple married woman, my world shattered the moment I found my husband entangled in another's embrace. I died there, on the cold floor of the home we had built together, in a manner far more pitiful than I ever imagined for myself.
And yet... I awaken. Breathing. Living.
Reborn as the stepmother of a boy destined to become a villain- a child fated to meet the same miserable end as I once did.
I failed once as a mother.
So, what shall become of this second chance at motherhood?
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