After My Death, The Truth was Revealed

The Emperor had gifted the General with a beautiful wife and a delicate concubine.

As a concubine-born daughter, I naturally held the role of the delicate concubine.

The wedding ceremony didn't involve me, which left me with plenty of peace.

The matchmaker had arranged for me to stay in my room.

In my last life, Danica, eager to have me and Rolando produce a child for her to switch, didn't just send Rolando to my room on our wedding night. She even spiked our wine with a love potion.

She had to ensure that every time Rolando was with me, we both thoroughly enjoyed it.

Gradually, Rolando showed more affection toward me.

The bond between Rolando and me was evident. In my last life, after I was drowned, Rolando, who was grief-stricken, went to the battlefield and, despite his undefeated record, died at the hands of a mere foot soldier.

In my previous life, I restrained my love for Rolando in the name of sisterhood.

But in this life, I not only wanted to reclaim everything that belonged to me, but I intended to claim his love entirely.

I waited for a long time, but Rolando never came.

Danica, for the sake of the child in her belly, should have sent him to my room by now, right?

I was confused. Could something have gone wrong?

Could it be that with my return, the script had changed as well?

"See? Ms. Tanner was all talk. She made it sound so nice yesterday, but today she's still hogging Mr. Lowe all to herself."

My maid Lara Webb grumbled indignantly.

"It's not Mrs. Lowe's fault. It was the General's decision. He said it wouldn't be proper to spend the wedding night in a concubine's room."

The matchmaker chimed in, having just returned from overseeing Danica and Rolando's wedding rituals. She overheard Lara's complaints and decided to explain on Danica's behalf.

I wondered, Had I failed before the battle even started?

The war hasn't even started, and yet I've already lost the favor of my husband?

In this new life, I saw things more clearly.

Survival was more important than love.

If Rolando didn't come to my room, then I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

Several days passed, and Rolando remained in Danica's room each night.

This began to unsettle Danica.

"Gianna, you need to do something to catch the General's attention! I've been doing everything to help you, but you've got to make an effort too!"

"I know you care for me, Danica, but love is not something you can force. It's my fault for not being good enough to catch the General's eye."

I pinched my thigh hard, making tears well up in my eyes.

It gave me the perfect look of pitiful misery.

As we both pretended to share a bond of sisterly affection while secretly scheming...

Rolando approached. He tenderly draped a cloak over Danica's shoulders.

His voice sounded teasing. "Honey, are you trying to push me into the arms of another?"

Another? In this life, had I become the "other woman" in the eyes of my loving husband?

At that moment, my emotions were in turmoil.

I quietly lowered my head, hiding the disappointment that threatened to show.

"My husband adores me, and I am happy beyond words. But my sister is a pitiful soul. Her mother was just one of my father's servant girls. I share a deep bond with her, and I don't want her to suffer the same fate as her mother."

Danica gracefully rose and spoke softly, "The Emperor arranged for her to marry you as my maid. I have a request, though it may be too much. Could you consider giving my sister a better title?

"That way, when you're away on the battlefield, she'll have some status to protect her and won't be looked down upon by others."