I possessed a wicked woman, the daughter of the enemy who killed the mother of the male protagonist and a woman who had a time limit. Having managed to usurp the throne, he married me, the daughter of the enemy. With a wicked woman who will die soon due to ill health. “This is what happened.” A cold voice. Fortunately, I’m going to die a month later. I’m sure it should be the case. I didn’t die. And an unwanted pregnancy. So I left. How can you be married to your enemy’s daughter? I pretended to be dead and ran away. That’s what happened. “How can you pretend to be dead?” He had changed completely when I met him again. “It’s not your child.” How he found me, he said with tears in his eyes. “I don’t care who the father of the child is. He’ll be my child anyways.” He was crying and laughing with a crumbling look. “Didn’t I tell you? Every single strand of my hair is yours.”