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Meeting him felt like destiny. His name was Aren Lumiere. I was a noble, and he was a prince. We met at a lake bathed in moonlight and eventually married. At our wedding, we swore our vows to one another. It seemed our happiness would last forever—until the Princess was born. There were no issues when I gave birth to our three princes. But the moment the Princess was born, everything changed. My daughter, Ria Lumiere. Unlike my green eyes or my husband's white eyes, Ria was born with blue eyes. Rumors began to circulate that Ria wasn't the true Princess. Still, our family took good care of her. However, everything shifted when a girl named Aileen appeared. She claimed to be the real Princess, and my family fell for her lies. Naturally, Ria was branded a fake. Aren treated Ria like a bug, an invisible person. Our sons were the same. They only doted on Aileen and constantly said hurtful things to Ria. I was devastated. Especially by Aren. It was as if he had forgotten his wedding vows. I tried everything to prove Ria was the real Princess, but no one believed me. Then, finally, things reached a breaking point. Today, I insisted once more that Ria was the true Princess. Aren, seemingly consumed by rage, slapped me across the face. He broke every single vow. By the time he came to his senses, it was already too late. I decided to leave, taking my biological daughter Ria with me. That night, as I headed toward the carriage with my bags packed and Ria in my arms, Aren hugged me from behind, weeping. He apologized, begging for forgiveness... What should I do?