In her previous life, she never understood until the day she died how she had come to such a wretched end. For the sake of her family, she had drained every last drop of her blood and strength. For the husband who had once cherished her, she had given everything. Yet the world hurled insults at her, and her family cast her aside like a worn-out shoe. On the day her beloved husband ascended the throne, he threw her out of the palace and condemned her to lifelong confinement. Reborn, she thought that if she changed the misfortune that had marked her beginning, she would not meet the same end, and her family would no longer regard her as a disgrace. As she changed her fate, however, she tore away the hypocritical masks of those people.
It's so ugly that I can't connect to it.