No Regrets After Losing It

“It suits me better. The gorgeous dress, the seat next to your fiance… and your life.” I lost everything to my beloved maid. My family, my fiancé, and in the end, even my own name. The real Lady Eleanor had become a fake. But Eleanor didn’t despair. Instead, she smiled sweetly at the maid who had taken her life. “Thank you for becoming the real one in my place.” The abusive father, the arrogant fiancé, the life that was not better than death. It was no longer hers anyway. She had no regrets about the position that had been taken away. “You wanted it to be me. So bear it, even my misfortune.” Now, it was time to draw the sword of revenge.