Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1050

Jessica studied the woman before her.

The woman's face was lined with sorrow, and her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had ground her down.

With a voice softer than her usual sharpness, Jessica said, "If you're looking for a way to keep going, step inside. The life here is simple, but no one will hurt you ever again."

At that, the woman's tears spilled over, flowing like an unstoppable river breaking through a dam.

Her name was Camila Moore. Once upon a time, she and her husband, Soren Carter, had owned a thriving dye shop in the capital. They weren't among the wealthiest, but their lives were comfortable. Their marriage was harmonious, and their little family was complete with a cherished daughter.

However, her daughter's birth had been harrowing. The blood loss nearly took Camila's life. While the midwife had managed to save her, the verdict had been clear: she would never bear another child.

Camila had grieved deeply over the news, but Soren had always reassured her.

"One daughter is enough," he had said with a smile. "She is our treasure. Besides, I have two younger brothers. They'll carry on the family name."

Taking comfort in his words, Camila devoted herself to her role as the eldest sister-in-law, using their wealth to arrange good marriages for her husband's brothers. Over time, both younger men had wives and children of their own. They held Camila in the highest regard and sought her advice on all family matters.

However, the world they had built crumbled a year ago. Soren and their daughter had traveled to the countryside to visit relatives, only to encounter a band of ruthless bandits. When word reached Camila, it wasn't her lively husband and sweet child who returned, but their lifeless, battered bodies. The grief had been unbearable—her very reason for living was torn away in an instant.

She might have succumbed to despair, but the duty to care for her elderly parents and in-laws had kept her going. She told herself she still had a purpose, a responsibility to honor her husband's family.

Her in-laws, however, didn't share her sense of loyalty. With Soren gone and no son to carry on the family name, they saw Camila as a burden, one better cast off.

In less than a year, they stripped her of everything—her home, the dye shop she and her husband had built together, and every coin she had saved. Then they cast her out and accused her of beating her mother-in-law, an accusation they backed with false witnesses and carefully placed bruises. The case went before the local authorities.

Despite her pleas of innocence, the testimonies of servants and her brothers-in-law's wives sealed her fate.

Banished from her husband's home and branded a criminal, Camila turned to her own family for help. However, her elder brother and his wife saw only disgrace in her misfortune. They refused her shelter, blaming her for tarnishing the Moore family's name.

"I thought about ending it," Camila admitted, her voice trembling as she recounted her pain.

"What reason was there to go on? But I couldn't do it—I couldn't let them win so easily. If I die, I'd only be giving them exactly what they want. No, I want to live. I want to take back the dye shop that belonged to my husband and me. I want to hold my head high again. I want to live better than any of them could ever dream.

"I've been cast out for over a month. I'd heard of Skye Embroidery, but with the reputation I've gained—beating my mother-in-law, they say—I thought there was no way you'd accept someone like me. I didn't believe there could be a place in this world with such kindness toward women."