Once feared by her husband and son, I was the wicked woman everyone despised. A cruel mother-in-law who tormented the female lead until my own family cast me aside. Determined to change my fate, I took in my abused young daughter-in-law and vowed to win her loyalty. My only hope was to escape the brutal ending written for me in the novel.
But things didn’t go as planned.
“Mother, the sun is shining—won’t you stroll with me?” she’d ask sweetly.
“Mother, I made these cookies just for you. Please taste one,” she’d insist, eyes bright.
“Mother, mother…” Her constant presence left the future male lead forgotten in her shadow.
Even my timid son, who once trembled at my glare, now confessed shyly, “I adore Lily, but you mean more to me.”
And my distant husband, whose indifference once cut deep, now gazed at me with warmth. “How much longer must we sleep apart?” he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
Why had their hearts shifted so suddenly? Why was I, the villainess, now drowning in their unexpected affection?
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