Born as the Daughter of the Wicked Woman

One year after I was born, I suddenly remembered my previous life. Right now, I was in a novel I read on recommendation from a friend.

The novel had a full happy ending, in which the main character (the heroine) of the first book defeated a notorious villainess who deceived her and married a handsome male lead.

Eventually, the wicked woman died and the protagonists have a daughter and a son and live happily ever after.

And I was reincarnated not as the main characters daughter but the same wicked woman. The wicked woman has committed an unforgivable sin, and was confined in a high spire by the male protagonist.

Damn, there was not a single explanation for the crime.

When I recalled the memory of my previous life, I understood the gloomy environment that I saw before my eyes.

‘Heuk!’

I heard the sobbing noise, so I rolled my eyes to see where it was from.

“…I miss you, Duke did you really forget about me?”

The evil woman in the novel, or my mother, was looking at the window all day long, missing her ex-husband, except when she was breastfeeding me.

This depressing spire was the most unsuited place for parenting, but in the end I’ll have no choice but to grow up here because that’s my destiny as the daughter of a wicked woman.

* * *

This happy ending novel had such a big sequence.

In fact, the evil woman was the wife of the male lead. Married and spent three years together, they remained courteous to each other. They were a couple with good relationship.

However, with the appearance of the female lead, the male lead feels affection for her, and the wicked woman position was threatened. She couldn’t just sit around and watch them. So she tried to keep her position until the end in the way she could.

But, the fate of the novel was on the side of the heroine, and not the villainess.

The male lead regarded her effort as a defeat.

‘She has committed an unforgivable and terrible sin,’ he said. ‘So I have accused her of being a sinner, and have locked her up in the spire.’

And here.

Interestingly enough, the evil woman’s body already had a couple’s relationship with the male lead and I was the fruit of the couple.

The daughter of the duke who was the main character and the villianess.

But the Duke was not interested in me at all, and my mother spent the whole day in tears missing him.

If this was my destiny to be born as the daughter of a wicked woman, it would be fate.

It’s just a set story.

If you don’t think so, this reality is too harsh.

It would be better to believe that it is a story.

* * *

Time passed and I turned two.

I was separated from my mother when I was able to feed myself. My mother still seemed to miss her husband so much that she didn’t give me any attention on the day I left.

Actually, it’s been a long time so I couldn’t remember the details.

But wouldn’t you be a little sad ?

Is it just my wish?

Leaving my regret behind, I separated with my mother and entered an empire-run nursery.

Now, only two years old, I’m barely able to move my body, but what I receive has been just malicious gaze and indifference to me.

– Because she’s the daughter of a wicked woman, just like her.

It’s tough, isn’t it?

– You’re gonna starve yourself to death?

– Wouldn’t the duke like it if she died?

It was no different from the spire. A dark, dreary, desolate and an unfriendly environment.

“If I didn’t have the memory of my past life, I would have been a crybaby every day.”

I’m glad I have the memory of my past life.

If I shed tears, I’m sure they would have bullied me because they didn’t want to see it.

I slowly began to adapt myself to this malice.

I think it hurts a little bit.

* * *

I turned six this year. From some point on, the nursery staff started bothering me little by little.

“I called you, didn’t you hear me?”

He came out of nowhere and started making a fuss.

“Are you staring at me? You look like your mother, and you’re so spiteful!”

Ignorance and coldness were also hard to endure, but what was harder than that were sharp-eyed words.

I didn’t want to get used to this.

By the time he became insensitive to reality, he was eventually caught by the director of the nursery, no matter how secretly the incident happened. The head of the nursery, who looked at the embarrassed employees once and for all at the same time, quietly turned his head.

“If it doesn’t leak out, who knows?”

What the nursery director said was not to blame them, but to acquiesce in their actions. Since then, they haven’t even felt guilty.

* * *

I turned seven.

I know I shouldn’t, but I’m used to it now.

‘The story that’s going to be my damned fate.’

Should I blame my evil mother? Or should I blame those people who made me like this? Or should i blame the protagonists in the novel?

‘I want to live in peace.’

After such gloomy days, a new person came into the nursery. A pretty woman with a clear and good expression treated me with kindness unlike the others. When I got hurt, she took me to heal my wounds, took care of my food secretly, and she patted me as if i was pretty and treated me like her own child.

I was very satisfied with this peace after a long time.

‘Yeah, how can there be only crazy people in the nursery?’

I prayed earnestly for this peace to last.

* * *

Yeah, no peace for the wicked woman’s daughter.

I headed to the spire with knights with the sudden appearance of the nursery director.

I was curious. Until now, you’ve been acting like you shouldn’t have met me, so why did you take me all of a sudden?

So I asked the knight why.

“You have to see what your mother looks like since this is the last time.”

The knight replied so, adding that it was the courtesy they had for me. The last one was probably talking about my mother’s death.

They looked very relaxed.

‘Is this a consideration for me or for my mother?’ No, this is not a consideration.

It may not be a consideration for us, but an action to reap a spoonful of their naked guilt.

‘Pretending to care for me’

No one really cares for me.

‘I can’t even remember her face anymore.’

When I was a kid, my mom was just crying and crying, missing her Ex-husband. There’s no way she would want to see me.

Still, it felt strange that my mom would die soon. My dad didn’t expect it anyway, but my mom still…

When I was a kid, if I cried because I was hungry, she would hug and breastfeed me. Strangely, when I was in my mother’s arms, I was warm enough to forget all of my hunger and my sadness.

‘It’s the last time so let’s keep it in my eyes so that we can think of it if i miss her.’

But there was no need to make such a commitment. The image of a woman lying in bed was so different from my memory that I shut my mouth in shock.

The skinny woman was waiting for her imminent death at a glance. She looked thin even in my hazy memory, but she wasn’t this thin.

It seemed to anyone that she was sick, and that she was about to die. Even the breathing was cracking violently.

“D…uk…e”

She was looking for her love till the end, even though she had difficulty breathing.

The sight made my heart feel numb and tears roll over my eyes. The wounds that had been inflicted on me throughout the years and abusive remarks were endurable at these moments.

To the end, however i don’t think my mother is interested on me. Strangely my heart ached.

“I… want to see…”

A glance turned to my side. When the knight who brought me met my eyes, he turned his head as if to avoid my gaze.

It seems that she continued to look for her ex-husband who abandoned her. Since they couldn’t call the duke so they called her daughter.

Yes, they were pretending it was for us.

Her Duke, Duke, Duke.

Her love, love, love.

‘Anyway, That person has already forgotten us and is living happily ever after. Why don’t you know that?’

Or do you know but you don’t want to let him go?

I hated my mom but on the other hand, i think i could understand her. The sad feeling of the one who didn’t want to see me until the end was so understandable at this moment.

I approached her carefully, who was looking away from me until the last minute. And carefully put my hand on her dry, rough hand.

Despite being as thin as a skeleton, the difference between the adult woman’s hand and my younger hand was quite large.

‘…..’

This will be the last time.

I wanted to hold my mom’s hand so I forced my little hand and held her fingers. My warmth was added to my mother’s hands, which were as cold as ice, and her gaze slowly moved towards me.

“My name is Daphne.”

“…..”

“No one gave me a name, so I named it myself. Pretty, right?”

“…..”

My mother’s eyes were glued to my eyes.

I heard that this golden pupil is the same color as my dad’s eye. You will see me and remember your ex-husband and miss him again.

But I smiled happily, holding up my burning emotion on my head. At the end, though, I wanted to send you with a smile.

“I understand Mom. You wanted to be the Duke’s wife, not my mummy. So I won’t forget…”

“…..”

“Don’t suffer anymore, sleep tight.”

Don’t wait for the dad who won’t come. Please feel comfortable now.

“D….”

The tone of the voice was small as if it were about to say something. But nothing more could be said. As if she was resentful of the voice that did not come out, her mother made more colorful noises and shed tears.

The unbearable tears followed down her dry face.

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Mom closed her eyes tightly as if she was trying to hold back her tears.

I waited for a long time but she didn’t open her eyes anymore.

The knight standing next quietly covered my mother’s face with the white cloth.

“Bye, Mom.”

That was the last greeting.