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The man who colored her past life with misery.
The moment he appeared before her eyes, Seret lost all logic.
She grabbed the neck of the vase containing the red roses and rushed towards Yuan.
All she could think about was killing the man who killed her. She wanted him to taste the same despair and torment she had experienced.
"died!"
Crying and screaming, Seret was completely out of consciousness.
Did he even know how miserable it was for her to breathe her last while hearing the taunts of her husband's mistress?
Seret lifted the vase upside down. The roses inside fell to the ground with a muffled thud, scratching her wrist as she slid.
The water splashed, soaking the sleeves of her nightgown, but Seret didn't care.
A scratch from a rose's thorn or a wet nightgown—how trivial compared to being poisoned by her husband.
“Die, Yuan Frextor!”
The vase hit towards Yuan's head. The vase shattered into pieces, and the glass scattered on the floor.
Blood flowed from Yuan's forehead. His face, which was flawless, was stained red in an instant.
“Miss Enohater.”
Yuan's cold gray eyes fixed on her.
A flash of anger passed across his expressionless face.
“Miss!”
Hannah, seeing Seret waving the vase from the doorway, dropped the wash-basin she was carrying and rushed forward.
“I hate you, Yuan. No curse in this world can be enough for you.”
Sererite spat her hatred at him.
“I don't know what you think you're doing.”
Even as blood dripped from the wound on his forehead, Yuan did not lose that obnoxious aristocratic calm of the Freixtor family.
Even the way he wiped the blood with his handkerchief looked elegant, as if hitting his fiancée and bleeding from his forehead had no significance.
This sight only made Seret angrier.
Surely that was the expression on his face when he handed Lydia the cup of poison. Seret's hands trembled as she gripped the jagged shard of the vase.
“Miss, please hand me this.”
Hannah, her face pale, extended her hand to Seret.
"Don't come any closer, Hannah. Do you know what this man did to me? He killed me. He poisoned me!"
Seret sobbed and waved the broken vase hysterically.
“Oh...my lady...”
Hana, who was frightened, could not intervene and contented herself with wringing her hands.
For her, her mistress became a completely different person overnight.
Only yesterday, Seret was brimming with excitement, thrilled at the thought of going to the capital with the Duke.
She was blushing, wondering what clothes His Highness might like. Now this has become her case. Hannah was completely confused.
“Was it a dream, perhaps?”
Yuan, discarding his bloodstained handkerchief on the floor, approached Seret.
“Don't come close!”
I screamed the words like a ghost.
“Miss, please. This is not true. Please, I beg you.”
Hannah was almost breathless, desperate as she faced her mistress's strange behaviour.
“I said don't come closer!”
Seret waved again, but Yuan easily grabbed her wrist. With effortless force, he disarmed her.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
She struggled to free her hand from his grip, but in the chaos her foot landed on a shard of glass.
She was so agitated that she did not notice the wound, she only struggled harder, trying to get free.
Then Yuan suddenly lifted her off the ground. Trapped in his arms, Seret kicked and screamed.
“I curse you, Yuan! Every moment I spent with you was hell!”
In her past life, Seret loved Yuan. He was a cold husband, but still—he was her husband, the man who had chosen her.
So she gave him her whole heart, and cherished him with her whole being. In return, she received only the most bitter betrayal.
"If you were going to kill me, you should have handed the cup to me yourself. Did you really have to mock my last moments like that?"
You'll never know what it was like, as I close my eyes and Lydia stands there, watching. That humiliation—you'll never know it.
Overcome with anger, Seret held on to Yuan's collar as he placed her on the bed.
She was fussing and sobbing like crazy, until Yuan grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He threw his weight on her legs to keep her still, and stared down at her.
“I feel like I'm the one being made fun of here, Miss Enohater.”
Those indifferent, emotionless eyes. When she saw her again, Seret's grief exploded.
That's how he always looked at her. Not at all affectionately, but as if it were just another piece of furniture.
“I didn't want to die. Not when I had just given birth to my baby...”
Tears rolled from her blue eyes, glistening like sapphires in the light.
Yuan's eyebrow twitched. For the first time, his gray eyes blinked, filled with confusion.
"I hate you. You're vile. Disgusting. Disgusting."
Even shedding tears in front of him seemed like a waste. Syrit stifled a sob and spat directly in his face.
“Miss!”
Hannah's terrified scream pierced the room. Yuan slowly straightened up and wiped his face with the back of his hand, calm as always.
“Your Highness, please, I beg of you. My miss has had a fever since last night—she is not conscious.”
Hana fell to her knees in front of Yuan, pressing her forehead to the ground, completely trembling.
At that moment, Baron Enohater walked in with the support of the butler, his face stunned.
“What the hell is going on here!”
His gaze wandered across the ruined room, to Yuan's bloodstained forehead, then to Hana prostrate on the floor.
Finally, his eyes fell on Seret, collapsed in tears on the bed. He couldn't understand it, his expression wavered.
"my dad."
The moment their eyes met, Seret ran to him desperately. Since her marriage, she had not seen his face even once—she had contented herself with exchanging letters, her longing piling up like a mountain.
She threw herself into his arms and cried, “Daddy, I missed you. I missed you so much, so much.”
“Seret?”
Baron Enohater, puzzled, patted her back as his eyes moved between Yuan and Hana.
Yuan stared with his usual cold expression, while Hana leaned low, on the verge of tears.
“Dad, I will break off the engagement.”
Seret turned away, and announced firmly.
She couldn't live that life again. The wedding hasn't happened yet—she can still change everything.
"What?"
Her father's brows furrowed.
“I will not marry this miserable man.”
She turned to face Yuan.
Their gazes collided in the air. Yuan's lips curved into a slight sarcastic smile.
"Let's have this conversation downstairs. It looks like Miss Enohater needs medical attention."
He glanced at her injured foot as he spoke.
“Dad, I want to cancel the engagement. Please, grant me this. I beg you.”
Seret clung to her father desperately. She couldn't bear to repeat that torture again.
Please, don't make me go through that pain again, Dad. Her eyes sparkled with desperate plea.
“Let's go.”
Yuan, with a dry and dismissive look, addressed the Baron.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The disturbed Baron Innwhater gently sent her away, and allowed the butler to guide him out with Yuan.
"Dad, don't listen to a word he says! He poisoned me! He hid my child from me, and insulted me with his mistress!"
“Oh Siret...”
Her hysterical words made him hold his head, all he saw was a daughter raving like crazy.
“Miss.”
Hana folded her feet, confused by Seret's continued outbursts.
“You don't believe me either? Hana, you don't believe me?”
Seret looked between them both. Their expressions—which she saw as nothing but confusion—made her stutter.
naturally. None of that has happened yet. To them, she seemed crazy.
At best, they would think she had a fever.
“Let's go.”
Yuan spoke again, his face unreadable, as if suggesting a rational discussion.
Seret held that look with hope. Surely now, he will propose breaking off the engagement to a fiancée who has gone crazy.
Yes. Let them all think she's crazy—it will only work to her advantage.
“We'll talk later, Seret.”
Baron Enohater, supported by the butler, left the room with Yuan.
“Ma’am, why the hell did you do that!”
As soon as they were gone, Hana scolded her irritably.
"Isn't that great, Hannah? I don't have to go through that hell again."
Seret, with relief written on her face, walked back toward the bed.
"Yes."
Pain shot through her foot.
She hadn't noticed the injury earlier in her rampage. Now it was hurting badly.
“You're injured! Let me take a look.”
Hannah helped her sit up and knelt at her feet. She examined the sole of her foot and found a superficial glass wound. Fortunately, it wasn't deep.
“I'm sorry, Hannah.”
Seret's voice softened as she looked at the maid who begged on her knees to save her. Her chest filled with gratitude and guilt.
While Hannah was taking care of her, Seret remembered her previous life.
At that time, the Duke's servants favored Lydia much more than her, as if Lydia was the true mistress of the house.
One day, when the taste of the tea suddenly changed, Seret asked the maid about it. The girl answered coldly:
“Miss Elliot said this mixture was too bitter, so the head maid changed it.”
And that was all—her favorite tea was gone, wiped away with a single word from Lydia.
No matter how much she asked the head maid to return her tea, nothing changed.
How bitter and lonely it was, to have even food and drink adapted to suit someone else's taste.
With a faint, sad smile, Seret looked at Hannah's worried face.
“We have to deal with this quickly. Please stay still.”
Hannah hurried out, and soon returned with ointment and bandages. She cleaned the blood, applied the ointment, and wrapped the wound.
Then, noticing the scratches on Sereret's wrist from the rose thorns, Hana sighed.
“Your arm is hurt too.”
“So it seems.”
“If His Highness asks for an explanation about breaking off the engagement, just say that you were suffering from a fever and were not conscious.”
Hana carefully applied the ointment to her wrist as she spoke, her voice full of worry.
"Hannah, what I want is to break off the engagement. If he says it's over, I'll be so happy I'll dance naked for joy."
“Ma’am, this is inappropriate!”
Hannah widened her eyes in shock.
Seret just laughed at her reaction.
At that moment, Yuan's unwelcome voice drifted out from the doorway.
“It would certainly be fun to watch, but that won't happen, Miss Enohater.”
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