I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

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**I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies**

Honestly? I used to be one of those assassins from back in my *real* life – you know, all cold, calculating, with more kills under your belt than fingers. It felt like something even harder to count.

Then bam! Transmigration city, right? And this whole new world where I basically have a shack with four walls for a home and gotta fend for myself while looking after five munchkin brats who honestly were terrified of me at first. You'd think starting over would be tough enough without waking up in the middle of nowhere knowing nothing except how to track down some supplies.

But hey, my past was grim, this life... well, it's simple and direct. Four walls? No problem, I learned to hunt wild boars with just my hands! Food scarce? Nah. Kids starving? Not an option for me. They needed proper nourishment, or else they'd be nothing but skeletons – definitely not how I wanted things to go down.

And the kids? My new munchkins. Five of them, all wide-eyed and ready to learn *something*. When I showed them my stuff – you know, keeping track of everything in a mountain valley meant being good with numbers! Basic multiplication tables clicked for me instantly because of my past training, okay? That actually won their over-the-top admiration.

Things were simple here. No fancy titles or schemes initially. Just surviving and being the stern stepmother everyone warned about – but *my* way, anyway.

Then, outta nowhere after two whole years in this new life... he reappears!

That guy I thought was a dead loss from my past? He's now holding court as the First Minister! The one who almost got us killed before? Now running the country?

We run into each other. His face still looks familiar, though time has changed him. And just like that, he pops off: "Divorce! Split up. I take custody of our kids and you keep your hands off anything we built." He’s trying to be smooth now, acting all big-time.

My response? Straight outta my new character: "I got everything figured out right here already. No need for any more fuss or complications."

It just adds a whole twist to the story, doesn’t it?