He Called Me Mother But He Wanted Me As His Wife

Synopsis

In the third year of my marriage as the second wife to Chris Lane, the Marquis of Wynward, he passed away. The entire manor was in deep mourning. Everyone was grieving, the air thick with sorrow. I leaned feebly against the coffin, pinching my thigh to force out tears. "Chris, how could you be so cruel as to leave me behind?" I cried. A laugh echoed in my head. Laughter suddenly rang in my ears, and I turned around in shock. Who had the nerve? My gentle and refined stepson, his eyes brimming with sadness, softly comforted me. "Lady Violet, please do not grieve too much." Then I heard again. "Finally, the old man is dead. "From now on, Lady Violet will be mine." Wait. What?