Trash goes in the trash can ~ Once thrown away, it goes to the incinerator ~

Mother and Father's was a typical political marriage. Only half a year had passed since Mother's death when Father brought home a new wife. And that wife had a child from a previous relationship. The stepchild looked exactly like Father in every way, and I learned that Father had been keeping a mistress. Father and my stepmother ignored me, and my stepsister directed hostility toward me. I handled the work, yet the debt swelled because of Father and the others. I had thought I just needed to endure this until I came of age, but on the day before my coming-of-age ceremony, the Second Prince, my fiancé, told me he was breaking off our engagement. Such garbage should be discarded quickly. That's what I thought, and I acted on it.