After My Death, The Truth was Revealed

In my previous life, on the day I gave birth to a child, my father had me drowned to death.

My father felt the child had shamed our family and wanted to strangle it. But my younger sister Danica Tanner, who gave birth the same day, said the child was innocent.

She adopted the black-eyed baby, earning herself the reputation of a compassionate and merciful mother.

After I died, my spirit wandered into the Tanner's residence, and only then did I learn the truth. It was actually Danica who had a one-night stand with a missionary, conceiving that bastard. She swapped her child for mine, which led to my tragic death.

When I woke up, I found myself back on the night before Danica and I were both married to General Rolando Lowe.

I immediately asked my most trusted maid to prepare two months of contraceptive medicine for me.

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"Gianna, when I marry, I'll be the legitimate wife, so my status is already secure. I'll find a way to make sure the General stays in your room on our wedding night. If you bear his firstborn son, your status will be secured too. With us working together, we'll be able to manage the General's household perfectly."

General Rolando was a courageous and battle-hardened warrior. The Emperor had granted the marriage of the two most beautiful sisters in the capital to him on the same day, both of us marrying into his family at once.

In front of me, Danica blinked her innocent eyes as she repeated the same words she'd said in my previous life.

She held my hand in a gesture of closeness as if we shared an unbreakable bond.

I never would have imagined that behind her innocent facade hid the soul of a devil.

If I hadn't lived through this before, I surely would have believed her lies.

In my last life, we married the General on the same day. As the legitimate wife, she had the General sent to my room on our wedding night.

She said she wanted to give me the chance to bear the General's first son and secure my position in the household.

She even brought in a doctor to prescribe me fertility medicine.

Then I could get pregnant soon and deliver around the same time as her.

At this point, she had already been pregnant for more than a month.

In my last life, I was the General's first woman, and he adored me.

Even after I gave birth to that black-haired, black-eyed bastard, the General only planned to move me to a side room, unwilling to completely sever ties with me.

But when I birthed that boy, rumors spread throughout the entire capital. The general's parents led a group of servants and maids, coming to my room, demanding that he sell me off.

My father, who arrived hastily, afraid of bringing shame to the Tanner family, decided to make an example of me and had me drowned to death.

My heart was filled with anger and sorrow, but I still forced a smile and said, "Danica, you're so thoughtful of me. I'm truly grateful."

When Danica saw my grateful smile, her face lit up with joy as she clung to my arm. "Gianna, you're my blood sister. It's only natural for me to care for you. Father will be so pleased to see us so close."

The more eager she was, the more her ulterior motives became obvious.

In my previous life, I died without realizing it was her who had caused my demise, thinking all the while that we shared a deep sister bond.

My mother had a lowly status, serving as my father's maid.

She died of asthma not long after I was born.

At that time, the legitimate wife, Kenya Hardy, offered to take me in and raise me by her side.

Though I wasn't officially acknowledged as a legitimate daughter, my life was still relatively comfortable.

Despite Danica and I being married to the same man by imperial decree, she went to great lengths to ensure that my low status as a concubine-born daughter wasn't looked down upon. During those early days of marriage, she frequently sent the General to my room, hoping I would conceive his first son and secure a place for myself.

We became pregnant at the same time, and coincidentally, we even went into early labor on the same day.

Her child was born chubby and healthy, while mine was born with black hair and eyes.

He looked just like the missionary in the capital.

Word quickly spread throughout the city that I had an affair with the missionary, and I became the object of everyone's scorn.