My mother-in-law brought home a child whose features looked just like my dead husband’s.
She called it fate.
My husband had been reincarnated and returned to repay my kindness.
So I rallied the full strength of our clan to make the boy heir to the marquisate.
But once he had risen to power and made a name for himself, he locked me in a woodshed in the rear courtyard and left me to die.
Then my supposedly dead husband came to my grave with his wife.
“Our son saw you to your end, at least.
That makes your life worthwhile.”
Now that I had been reborn, they could play their parts onstage, and I would applaud from below.
I would help them put on a tragedy of blood ties severed and a family destroyed.
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I love me a good revenge story.