After My Death, The Truth was Revealed

"You're really something, honey. Since you've asked for it, how could I refuse? You decide then. Should I raise her status to concubine, or make her my equal as a secondary wife, alongside you?"

In my previous life, even though I shared a deep affection with the General, I remained nothing more than a maid.

Danica, the legitimate wife, had promised me that if I bore the General's first child, she would raise my status.

Looking back, I noticed how desperate she was to manipulate me. Before the General had even said anything about me bearing his child, she was already rushing to entice me with status and position. She just wanted me to cherish the child I was carrying, hoping I would give her a healthy baby. That was likely her true intention all along.

"Let Gianna manage the household alongside me," Danica chirped. "We will be equals as the General's wives!"

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she spun her web of lies.

I knew her real plan was for me to die after giving birth. For now, all she needed was to push me toward the General, to make me pregnant. She would promise anything to ensure that.

"Fine then, let's do as you say."

Rolando chuckled, playfully pinching Danica's nose.

He turned his gaze toward me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Gianna, what are you waiting for? You should thank you your kind-hearted sister!"

This was the first time Rolando had spoken to me since I was reborn.

I was a bit dazed until the maid, Lara, nudged me. It was then that I came back to my senses and performed a respectful gesture toward Danica.

"Well, there's no need for all this formality. We're sisters, after all. We'll be equal wives, and no more formality to each other!"

Danica exclaimed, rushing to help me up, her triumph barely concealed.

Had I not died and been reborn, I would have been overjoyed, and grateful to her for her so-called kindness.

But now, after I learned about the truth, my heart burned with a fierce resolve.

The injustices I suffered in my past life would be repaid in full.

Danica, under the guise of planning a second wedding night for me and the General, succeeded in luring him to my room.

As I looked at the man before me, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. I carried the memories of our past affection from a previous life, but what about him?

He might as well have been a stranger now.

He was pushed into my arms only by his wife's machinations.

As I thought about this, a dull ache began to well up in my chest.

"Please enjoy the wine!"

The matchmaker beamed, her face wrinkling into a wide grin as she handed us the ceremonial cups.

After drinking together awkwardly, Rolando said, "You can go and get your reward. There's no need for you to stay here and serve."

When she heard there was a reward to be collected, the smile on the matchmaker's face grew even brighter.

As soon as she left, Rolando turned to me, suddenly seizing my chin in such a rough grip that my eyes welled up with tears out of pain. His hand forced my mouth open, and before I could react, his fingers thrust down my throat. I gagged, vomiting out the wine I had just consumed.

Making sure I vomited the wine, he followed suit, forcing himself to vomit as well.