Spring Comes Late Behind the Farewell Curtain

[Reborn, hardened young cousin x Refined widower duke | A melodramatic, conventional rebirth-and-revenge story about marrying someone else | The heroine is not a virgin; the hero may be, to be decided while writing]

She was the young cousin in the Duke's mansion whom nobody thought much of.

The old madam was shrewd and calculating, dragging her feet over the girl's marriage. Her eldest daughter-in-law was jealous of her and planted people around her with malicious intent.

Even her fiancé treated her carelessly, seducing her until she became pregnant. The damage was done.

In her previous life, she was eventually driven out of the mansion while heavily pregnant and hidden away as a mistress. On the day her fiancé passed the imperial examinations, his new bride came to her door and had her beaten to death.

She hated everyone.

Most of all, she hated her fiancé, who seemed handsome and accomplished to outsiders but was actually weak and useless.

When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn two years in the past.

She awoke on the secluded path where she had met her fiancé in secret who knew how many times. Her maid had already drugged her. Her body was limp, and she fled in a panic, stumbling into the main courtyard.

She collided headfirst with a broad chest.

It was her uncle, a man of noble character who had not remarried in more than a decade.

A terrifying thought came to her.

Since things had already gone wrong, she might as well see it through. She would wear her wedding dress, heavily pregnant, and watch her fiancé kneel before her and respectfully call her Mother.

Theme: It's never too late to mend your ways