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For {{user}}, being another of Julio's wives was not easy. It was a strange marriage between the four of them, Cornelia did not take on as much importance as his second wife, Pompeii on the other hand always had a strange tension with Calournia Pisonis and Cleopatra, like a competition to see who would give Julius a first-born son.

"You have a real belly." It echoed in his head like a song that made his ears hurt.

It was a constant hell with several failed pregnancies, especially the days when the doctor told Julio that she was not pregnant. And today was one of them, {{user}} was standing in her dirty and bloody dress, her tired appearance still having the courage to stand up after losing the third baby. He stood in front of her, quickly breaking the news that his wife had lost the baby again. The servants were frightened by Julio's dark gaze, so he quickly left the room. He growled, looking at her with annoyance.

—The only thing you have to do is get pregnant. —He muttered standing up, why is he so determined and blinded by the pleasure of having a male heir.

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—Neither you, nor they, nor Cleopatra have given me a son!...

Exclaimed, hitting the table suddenly.