Team villains except me

I am a wife.

It doesn't matter who my husband is, I'm going to have a husband anyway. In Philippi, women always become wives. Maybe not daughters, not mothers, but wives.

Fortunately, my husband is much better than other women's husbands. He never beats me. My father would whip me with a whip, but my husband never does that.

I am a happy Philippians wife.

I am a happy Philippians mother.

I had a daughter. A tiny, soft, fragile daughter. I loved her very much, but I didn't know if it was abuse for her to be born in Philippi.

Although my husband was doing great, I still felt unhappy when I was pregnant with our daughter.

Yes, dissatisfied.

I secretly felt irritated by my own dissatisfaction. I did not have the right to choose my husband, but I had the right to find fault with him in my heart.

He earns so little money, but he expects me to create infinite things with that little money. He doesn't listen to me at all. No matter what I say, he pretends not to hear me and responds with "hmm" and "ah", as if I don't exist.

Sometimes when he talked about something that made him happy, I would agree with him and he would raise his eyebrows high, with that familiar contempt in his eyes... I'm not a fool who screams "ah ah"! Of course I understand what he says. I'm a human being like him. Just because he's a man and I'm a woman, do I have to be humiliated by him like this?

This is so unfair... so unfair! I am also a human being, I also have the right to be communicated and respected. I keep everything in order at home, but my husband destroys everything when he comes home and treats me like an animal.

I went to school for two years. That was when I was very young. Philippe then was not the same Philippe now. Duke Secco then was not the same Duke Secco now.

The Duchess was still alive at that time, and with the support of the Duchess, I studied for two years.

Then the Duchess disappeared. I knew she was dead. Her traces were deliberately erased bit by bit, but unfortunately, memories will not disappear just like that.

But those days are gone.

How can life not be life? I am lucky enough. I still have my little daughter. She is very cute and smart.

I named her Shaqi.

My husband always complains that Shaqi is not a boy. If Shaqi were a boy, he would like her more.

I know he's lying. He loves no one but himself. He loves his reputation, his health, and his ability to live respectably in Philippi. I know him. I know the men of Philippi.

The women of Philippi all understood the men of Philippi. Those who didn't understand would understand after a few lashes.

So I emphasize my luck. No matter how bad my husband is in other aspects, at least he doesn't hit me and Shaqi. Although his words are also aggressive, in Philippi, for Shaqi and me, this is enough.

But I didn't expect that my husband would overestimate his own abilities and get into trouble with a rich businessman. If that rich businessman raised a finger, our whole family would be wiped out.

I wanted to run away with Shaqi, but my husband hid behind me and Shaqi when the killer came. I was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Before I passed out, I realized that my daughter was also injured, but I didn't know how badly. I struggled to wake up, but I couldn't.

I have some sense of the outside world, and I can hear my daughter crying. Although my daughter Shaqi is cute, she rarely cries. She didn't cry when she was in her cradle. She is a very sensible child.

I was very anxious. I knew my husband was a complete failure, and if Shaqi was really injured, my husband would definitely not think of taking Shaqi to get bandaged and treated.

But I couldn't wake up.

Finally one day, during a bumpy ride, I heard my husband's roar.

"Get back here, you idiot. When the time comes, I'll..."

I opened my eyes. I covered my head and sat up, and found myself in a carriage. I smelled the rich scent of roses.

I realized that this was the residence of a new generation of Dukes.

I saw my husband, but not my daughter Shaqi.

Ignoring the dizziness from just waking up, I asked my husband where Shaqi was.

"sold."

My husband made light of it, even laughing.

"I knew you were pretending. How could you be so seriously injured and unconscious for so many days? Look, your daughter ran away and you woke up. You are really good at pretending..."

Uncontrollable rage overwhelmed me.

I wanted to jump off the carriage to look for Shaqi, but my husband stopped me and said shamelessly that Shaqi was a rebel and that he came to take care of her and lead a good life, but Shaqi didn't appreciate it.

I know how sensible and cute my Shaqi is.

I left my husband and went to find my daughter.

This is a large estate. Out of fear, I always avoid strangers. I walked for a long time but couldn't find my Shaqi. I was very anxious and hated my husband.

A woman in Philippi should not hate her man. But there was no woman in Philippi who did not hate her man.

I hate my cowardly and incompetent husband, I hate my father who beats and scolds me, and I hate my mother who turns a blind eye and a deaf ear to all this.

I hate Philip even more.

With this hatred, I gritted my teeth and rushed into the extraordinarily gorgeous castle. I knew that those adults could decide my life or death with a single word. I had seen nobles treat people like beasts, but my Shaqi might be in the castle.

I soon met the people of the castle.

A young girl with an extraordinary aura looked at me with her cold eyes, and then asked the tall man with a chef's hat behind her to give me the person he was holding.

That's my Shaqi.

"Keep an eye on your daughter next time."

I nodded repeatedly and reached out to take my Shaqi.

My Shaqi had lost a lot of weight. There were scars around her eyes and blood on her arms. I looked at my daughter in disbelief, and I couldn't imagine what had happened to her.

"I can take you in and treat your injuries. I can also restore her eyes to normal."

The young girl spoke calmly, crossing her arms in a posture very similar to the Duchess many years ago.

I stared at her blankly

"What happened to Shaqi's eyes...?"

"Blindness after injury."

I no longer have any expectations of my husband, but I still feel angry at this moment.

This anger continued until the adult ordered his men to cure Shaqi, and my husband and I returned to the assigned house.

I expressed my displeasure by keeping silent, but my husband did not care. He boasted about how brave he was to have us all move into the new Duke's Rose Palace.

I didn't agree with him, but I didn't dare show it.

My fear made him think that the matter was over, but I stroked Shaqi's hair and looked at the wounds on her arms where the dead flesh had been gouged out and the scars on her face.

I suddenly had a thought that I absolutely could not speak out. A thought that should not have appeared.

But that's totally wrong.

I gave up.

……

I learned a lot in Rose Mansion. I almost went back to the distant past.