Summary
The True Miss and I each returned to our rightful places. I married the rough, lowborn husband who had once been meant for her. Three years later, the True Miss condescended to visit me in person and demanded I give up my place. “He has never touched you, has he?” “Back then, you were a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest. Even now, you’re still doing the same.” As I wavered, lines of text floated before my eyes: [Hurry up and agree to the True Miss!] [Exactly, exactly! Hurry and say yes!] [After the heroine agrees, the furious rugged male lead will * her hard, * all the * he’s held back for three years, and the heroine will be * until she passes out, heeheehee~] What did that * mean? Still, from the look of these words from beyond the heavens, they wanted me to agree. So, tentatively, I nodded.