My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories

Hearing the words I muttered to myself, Theodore seemed to flinch a little for some reason. Since I couldn’t see, I could only notice it.

“…Is that handmaid really so important to you?”

His voice as he asked me was a little muffled… Was he choking up or is it my imagination? I nodded quietly and replied.

“As much as my life… No, she’s more important than my life. I am still alive because Charlotte was by my side…”

“…….”

Theodore kept silent for a very long time. I turned my head in the direction he was, but, again, I couldn’t see a thing… By this point, I was starting to get frustrated. When will my sight come back? Will it ever come back…

Even if I remain blind forever… Charlotte will still be with me. When I thought that, my heart was moved. The anxiety and fear seemed to disappear… Somehow, the tears seemed to come out. To have someone on my side in this world who will help me no matter what… It was such a reassuring feeling.

“…I……”

“……?”

“What am I to you?”

“…….”

What are you… to me?

…I don’t know why he was suddenly asking such a question. That kind of thing… Someone who seemed to have no interest in my life. Now, why does he want to know about that? I opened my mouth in a daze, but after a while, I came up with an answer.

“You… I… I feel nothing but pain when I’m with you.”

“…….”

“When I think of you, I… I remember only fear and sadness.”

It was true that the hope that maybe our relationship could change had sprouted just a little bit.

I saw in his eyes something other than contempt and hatred.

What it is… I don’t know yet.

However, I don’t know yet… If it can change, even if there is hope.

Just like I don’t know what’s inside until I open the box.

“…In your memory I…”

Theodore was about to speak, but his voice was muffled. I thought I knew why. He knows that too. Between us… there were no thrilling or happy memories.

When he lost his memory and was nice to me… Well, goodwill was not always sweet. It could be violent for some.

“Do you still…”

“…….”

“Resent me?”

I answered that question silently.

Thank you for saving me.

Because that feeling is something I can’t do anything about.

* * *

After sleeping for a few more hours, I woke up and fortunately my eyesight was restored.

Next to me was Charlotte with her head wrapped in bandages. Theodore was gone.

“Madam, how are you? Oh, are you hungry? They said it was okay to eat a simple soup or consommé. Shall I bring some for you?”

Charlotte held my hand tightly and continued to ask questions with a pitiful face. I nodded obediently.

“I would like the consommé. And Charlotte, I’m glad you’re okay too.”

“Madam…”

Charlotte was moved that there were tears in her eyes, but she soon put on a brave face and started to move about.

She helped me wash myself, and helped me change into new, dry clothes.

And while I ate the consommé, she carefully combed my hair with a brush.

“Charlotte… You can stop combing it now.”

“No, Madam. I’m really serious. Taking care of Madam is my duty.”

“…….”

Having said that, I could no longer stop her. I calmly ate the consommé and thought about what to do next.

‘First of all, I’ll have to lift the curse that Adaline placed on me.’

The poison that Missus Seymour gave me was already almost neutralized by the antidote, but Adaline’s curse still remained.

The reason why I am still alive, who would have been dead in the original story, is, firstly, thanks to the life given to me by the little light, and secondly…

‘Somnia.’

[ You called? ]

It was because Somnia was blocking Adaline’s curse to some extent.

I brought Somnia to reality to say thank you to her, and to discuss the steps for the future.

“Kyaaah! What, what is that?!”

Charlotte jumped in fright as the purple mist appeared, wrapping around me.

After trying to calm the startled Charlotte, Somnia said in a sullen tone.

[ Your handmaid is very fussy. Besides, she doesn’t worship me when she sees me. Humans are getting cocky these days. In my time… ]

…….

“…….”

The past that Somnia recalls is probably a thousand years ago. I ignored Somnia and asked Charlotte.

“Are you surprised? I’m sorry I suddenly called the spirit.”

“Ah, no, well, even before you lost consciousness, I saw… that spirit, but I thought I saw it wrong! But it was real! A spirit has contracted with you, Madam!”

Charlotte made a fuss in a different way this time. The main content was praise towards me. As expected, there was no end to her compliments, such as saying that Madam knew how to do it, and that being a contractor of the spirit was so cool.

[ Hmm, one’s flattery is useful. ]

“…Charlotte, about that…”

It was then.

Knock, knock.

A soft knock was heard, and then the door opened quickly.

The person who came in soon after… Unexpectedly, it was Theodore.

“…….”

I didn’t know he would come to see me again… He even had a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Theodore, who was about to approach me with a slight hesitation, hesitated for a moment.

His gaze was fixed on Somnia floating in the air.

As he slowly narrowed his forehead and opened his mouth.

“……!”

Blue flames blazed around his right arm.