My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories

At that moment, Missus Seymour flinched and froze in place. Her gaze was fixed on the purple mist floating in the air. Somnia’s body, which shimmered like the night sky, wrapped around me, and I forced out all the strength I had in me to shake off Missus Seymour.

“Wh… what… what! That thing!”

Missus Seymour cried, pointing at Somnia. Spitting out the poison that had trickled into my mouth, I staggered up. Silvery white hair cascaded down my white nightgown.

“You, you… What have you done? Is that… Is that the devil…? It must be the devil!”

Missus Seymour rambled in gibberish. She seems to be talking nonsense, but she seems oddly sane. I said, flipping my hair back.

“You are mistaken wrong, Missus Seymour.”

“What…”

“This mist is a spirit. If you want to see the devil… Look in the mirror.”

I smiled lightly and pointed to the mirror placed on the other side of the room. Then Missus Seymour’s face grew furious, and she gritted her teeth and tried to rush at me.

[ Let’s kill her. ]

At that moment, Somnia said, blocking Missus Seymour’s way.

[ Kill her, Lily. She tried to kill you. You should kill her too. ]

Somnia flew menacingly at Missus Seymour… To be honest, I did not know how to kill. Since she was a special spirit that cannot exercise physical force, there seems to be a way to invade Missus Seymour’s mind…

Click—

Then, the bathroom door opened. I naturally looked back there. I could see Charlotte staggering out, blood flowing down from her forehead.

“…….”

My mouth opened on its own and my eyes widened. I was frozen for a moment and unable to move. My heart was beating like crazy. Charlotte raised her head and stared at me.

“Madam…”

“…Charlotte.”

“Are you alri… uugh…!”

Charlotte fell to the floor, clutching her bleeding forehead. I hurried toward Charlotte. I wanted to help her and raise her up, but I also had no strength in my body, so I only fumbled at her.

“Charlotte… How did this happen? Charlotte…!”

“Missus, Seymour…”

I glanced back. Missus Seymour was standing right where my eyes reached. The moment she fed me poison, a great anger boiled in my heart that I had never felt.

As I staggered up, I glared at Missus Seymour like I was going to kill her. I wanted to kill her. Encouraging my murderous intent, Somnia whispered.

[ That woman tried to harm you, so you can pay her back just as much. This is the first rule, so remember. Because my power is too dangerous, the Great Spirit placed many restrictions on me, but I am definitely allowed revenge as much as was done. ]

“…How can I kill her?”

My murmur startled Missus Seymour. Evident fear flashed in her eyes… I never thought I’d see it in my lifetime, but here and now, I watched as Annabella Seymour cowered in fear at the sight of me.

I smiled blithely. Somnia continued.

[ There are many ways. There are ways to drive them mad so they can kill themselves, or to completely destroy their minds and turn them vegetative. Do whatever you want. Because this is your revenge. ]

My revenge.

Her words sounded very sweet. Certainly, yes. It wouldn’t be a good thing if someone else avenged me instead of me because I had no strength. My revenge had to be ‘my revenge’. The grudge was mine alone.

The fierce feeling of hatred could never be relieved unless a sword was thrust directly into the heart of the other person. Of course, there should be no forgiveness. Forgiveness is a luxury for those who have it.

“To me… To Charlotte…”

“D-Don’t come any closer…!”

“Why would you do that? Missus Seymour.”

“Go away!”

“Honestly. What did I ever… do to you? What did I do wrong? What is Charlotte guilty of that you had to deal a blow to her head?”

I am fed up with the inhuman things that hate and torment others for no good reason.

Was it really necessary to forgive, be lenient and reach an agreement? After all, they’re just going to do the same thing again, wouldn’t they? It was human nature to quickly forget their reflection.

“Beg, Missus Seymour.”

“What…?”

“If you beg, then maybe I can forgive you. Come to think of it, I lived with you under the same roof for over a year… Of course we weren’t on good terms, but does that mean we have to be so cold hearted towards each other? After all, there is such a thing as laws between humans…”

“…….”

Missus Seymour stared at me like trying to gauge if I meant my words.

I smiled with a sad look of regret.