Charlotte went to the window, sweeping the wall with her finger. As she pushed the window with her finger, it opened softly.
It was late at night. Moreover, the dawn sky was dark.
“Ahhh. Ahhh…….”
Her chest began to ache gradually. She was angry. All of this was like trash.
(This is a time separator.)
Leandro Windsor,
The owner of the Windsor family and her grandfather.
Leandro had plentiful white hair, but he was a solid and sturdy old man rather than decrepit.
“This is Cozette’s remains.”
Leandro quietly touched the urn in front of him. He captured the last trace of his daughter with calm eyes.
“Cozette, Cozette……. Did she resent me?”
Charlotte was lost in thought. Her biological mother was not someone who would resent someone.
“I don’t know well. She missed you but never said she hated you.”
“Do you know why she broke off relations with us?”
Charlotte bit her lip.
“Is it because of me?”
“No, grandfather.”
She doesn’t know the exact circumstances.
The two were joined in a strategic marriage.
Both families grew based on business, and they made a marriage vow as a symbol of joint business.
Their relationship began there.
However, the father was authoritative and failed in business one after another. In this process, the two families often clashed.
Finally, the maternal family cut off support.
It was the result of failing three businesses. Anyway, Charlotte was born around that time.
“She was told to leave for Windsor, to give up custody of the child.”
In the empire, the right to child custody was given primarily to the biological father.
Whether or not the father was at fault, the right of custody was given only to the biological father.
If the father first gave up custody, that’s one thing, but the mother couldn’t claim it first.
Whether to give up custody or cut ties with Windsor, she had to choose one.
“Your mother didn’t want to show such a life. I think she gave it up herself.”
That was her mother’s last choice.
“I’ll be outside.”
Charlotte left the urn in Leandro’s office.
‘I’m fine if it breaks.’
It’s okay if this life falls apart now. It’s okay if the path ahead is a dead end. There is neither regret nor a particle of remorse. She’s even thrown away the tiniest regret.
“How was Cozette’s end?”
Aster asked from behind her.
“She closed her eyes peacefully.”
Now she doesn’t even remember the last expression. Would it have been better to see her corpse?
Then she would remember it. Why, why now of all times?
It was she who took the urn out of the grave, and it was she who attended her mother’s deathbed,
‘I don’t remember.’
I don’t remember the last expression.
Charlotte had only clenched her poor fist. Her nails scratched the palm of her hand.
“When will the urn be buried?”
Charlotte asked, facing the presence she felt behind her.
“It will be buried tomorrow morning.”
Aster followed her retreating figure with a complex and subtle look.
“Yes. Thank you.”
She turned her head and resumed her step.
(This is a time divider.)
Charlotte held a single chrysanthemum in her palm.
It was on her way to buy a flower to give to her mother when the urn would be buried.
Charlotte calculated the price of the chrysanthemum, and embraced the bouquet. The pure white chrysanthemums, buried in long red hair, were mysterious.
“I saw that Charlotte’s bedroom was empty in the morning?”
As she brushed her hair and tapped the petals with her fingertips, a familiar voice sounded.
“Were you out somewhere? You’ve been crying for days, and it seemed like your head would split, but the house was strangely quiet.”
“Did you see that day? The girl opened her eyes that day and seemed strange? She asked where her mother’s grave was, looked at the portrait, and laughed as if she had lost her mind.”
Charlotte turned her head to where the familiar voice was coming from.
They were the maids of Tutuerga.
Charlotte tousled her curly red hair. They were walking this way.
“She looked a bit crazy.”
“No. It was crazy. Did you see her laughing in front of her mother’s grave? She knelt down and laughed like a madman. I couldn’t go near; I was scared.”
These were people without a shred of loyalty to the family. Look at the attitude of giggling and mocking the death of their mistress.
It’s filthy. Disgusting. Was that death nothing but a mere thing to you?
She hid her body on one side of the alley.
‘Was that death funny?’
It should not have been a death to be taken lightly by you.
As she hid her body in the alley, someone came in.
“Let me pass first.”
Charlotte moved aside, and the man quickly passed.
He bumped his shoulder against the wall. Stumbling and crouching,
Something embraced her with a thud.
The man was wrapping her in his thick palm and looking down at her.
Rustling[Dash]
The man stepped on a leaf.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He only checked that Charlotte was standing upright and then went his way again.
His retreating figure receded. Trying to take her eyes off his back,
“Miss Charlotte…?”
The maid’s eyes turned this way. Ah. Their eyes met.
“There, just a moment!”
If they catch her, it will be more annoying.
Charlotte pulled her shawl over her head and followed him, but he stopped.
“Why are you following me?”
His robe fell back, revealing his features. A few strands of hair slipped down.
And there was the acrid smell of blood. Droplets of blood trickled down from below his wrist.
“…Please help me.”
It was when Charlotte barely grabbed his hem. He looked down at Charlotte completely. Then, his eyes turned back.
“What’s this?”
A low voice spread from inside the alley.
“Let go.”
The maid was startled and let go.
“Get lost.”
Those few words were enough.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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