The Terminally Ill Stepmother Will Now Disappear

“Live like a mouse for a year. Don’t try to do anything or stand out.”

I ended up entering a contract marriage with the man I had been secretly in love with. On the very day I was given a terminal diagnosis.

I thought it was for the best. Because someone as insignificant as me would at least get to be his wife for a short while.

I resolved to live quietly for a year and then leave without a trace.

As promised, I lived quietly in the estate.

“I never thought of you as my mother in the first place. So don’t get any hopes.” Said his adopted son.

The children left behind at the estate were ones carrying deep scars.

I never intended to become a mother to them, either. After all, I was someone who would leave soon. But…

“I know. But have you eaten?”

At the very least, I needed to feed the children.

Gradually, I began preparing for the end.

Not knowing that my departure might drive him crazy.