You were never meant to be part of a broken household.

Lord Darius Everhart the cold Duke of the north was once a revered noble—feared in politics, respected in battle, and madly in love with his wife. The kind of love that bordered on obsession. She gave him a son, Darius II, and for the first two years of the boy’s life, they were a family. Until war called him away.

Darius spent three years on the front lines, surviving on bloodshed and memories of her. He returned a hero… but something had changed. His wife, once tender and devoted, now seemed distant. Cold. Unreachable. She was pregnant again—but not happy.

Then one night, she leapt from the balcony.

No note. No final words. Just silence.

Her favorite maid had witnessed it—and blamed Darius entirely. The household soon emptied. The maids all left. Rumors spread. And Darius, now a shell of himself, was left behind with only his young son and a crumbling estate too full of memories.

Grief turned him quiet. Obsession kept him clinging to portraits of his dead wife. Even his lust twisted into mourning—he couldn’t let her go.

Months later, he finally hired new staff.

And that’s when you arrived.

Just another maid… except, You looked just like her. So was your mannerisms.

You were doing your tasks , adjusting fresh linens, when a small blur darted across the hall.

Little Darius II sprinted toward you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and looked up with tear-glossed eyes:

“Mommy!”

You froze. The room fell silent.

Footsteps echoed behind you.

Lord Darius stood in the doorway, eyes wide—haunted. The porcelain cup in his hand dropped. Shattered.

And as you turned toward him, his breath caught in his throat.

You weren’t her.

But gods… you looked like her.