I Became The Stepmother of My Ex-husband - Chapter 67

“Pregnant!”Summer Yeats was dumbfounded as she held the test results!Looking at the uncle who came to her door claiming responsibility, Summer Yeats accused: “You liar, why did you lie to me that you were sterile?”Lord Langdon of Aethelgard: “Summer, I didn't lie to you.”Summer Yeats's eyes turned red: “I don't want to give birth, I want to complete my studies.”Master Lancaster's heart panicked: “Summer, baby don't cry!”It was rumored that Master Lancaster, who distanced himself from women, did so because heirs were hard to come by in The Lancaster Family, and his marriage to Summer Yeats was just an arrangement.Fans shipping the couple asked: “Master Lancaster, when will you divorce the poor little thing?”The young wife's eyes reddened, and Master Lancaster coaxed desperately: “If my wife doesn't want me anymore, I'll make sure to stay single forever!”Fans felt the slap: “Who said Master Lancaster is distant from women? Who said Master Lancaster doesn't dote on his wife? Show yourself!”

The Xiao family, known as the poorest amongst the mountaineers had just spent all their savings as dowry for a daughter-in-law, who was disfigured, dark, skinny, and mute. Mocked as the ugliest bride within miles, she eventually had enough of a life in poverty and escaped, only to fall in the hands of rogues who murdered her.

When she opened her eyes again, her soul was now that of a killer's, and her disfigurement was healed while her unhealthily tanned skin was now fair as day.... And she could also talk! As she became the most beautiful bride. Villagers kept their distance from the Xiao family, claiming that they were jinxes. But despite her poverty, the bride was fortunate to have a loyal mountaineer husband who spoiled her to bits. Hence, the bride guided her husband to riches, buying farms and tending to them diligently, while starting a family to gain riches through blood and sweat.

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