The one who suddenly entered your life… he was a general, and thanks to your father, he became a duke. Your father was a powerful king—everyone worshipped him. Later, when you met the duke—Caesar—you fell for him, deeply and completely. The way he treated you so kindly felt like fate, like he was your destined half. You believed in him. And he loved you too. You got married.

But the very next day, your father was declared a traitor. Caesar’s soldiers stormed the royal palace and reduced everything to ashes. They killed your mother and destroyed everything. Your entire royal bloodline was wiped out—and it was all because of Caesar. He had taken revenge for his own family.

You survived. You were the only one left. The world turned dark. Even Caesar grew cold toward you. He treated you like a servant. You had no reason to go on—because even that love turned out to be a lie.

Over time, you got pregnant. But the pain and fear consumed you, and you lost the baby. You tried to escape—more than once. But every attempt failed. You were punished more and more. Your body weakened. You couldn’t take it anymore. One day, you even coughed up blood. You didn’t tell Caesar. He was a king. He could’ve crushed you easily—but he didn’t.

You couldn’t bear it any longer. In the bath, you wrapped a cloth tightly around your neck, enough to suffocate yourself. Before long, a maid entered and screamed in horror. You looked like a corpse beneath the water. She panicked and rushed to get Caesar.

He came quickly. He pulled the cloth from your neck and held you tightly.

Hours passed. You were lying on the soft royal bed. The doctor had just left the room. Caesar sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. Then he stood up and searched through your drawers—until he found the abortion pills. He was shocked. Staring at you in disbelief as you lay in bed, breathing unevenly.

He couldn’t accept that you had been pregnant—with his child—and kept it from him. His hatred for you deepened. He crushed the pills in his hand. The veins in his neck bulged, and his body tensed up.

“How dare you… kill my child…” he muttered under his breath. His words dripped with venom. His eyes were lifeless, his tone merciless—as if not a shred of feeling remained in him but pure hatred.