My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories

Restoring an already broken mind wouldn’t even make Somnia break a sweat.

A shimmering purple mist, like a starry night sky, enveloped Missus Seymour.

After a moment the fog cleared, and Missus Seymour became rational again. Her unfocused eyes slowly regained their original glean. Eventually, she came back to her senses and gritted her teeth as soon as she saw me.

The eyes fixed on me took on an evil glow.

It was new to me, but I realized how much Missus Seymour hated me.

And the fact that she disliked me didn’t hurt me. I asked with a small smile.

“How does it feel to come back to your senses?”

“You…! How dare you!”

“Look at what you are like now.”

“…… !”

Missus Seymour paused and slowly lowered her gaze, her eyelids fluttering.

Very old clothes that even a poor commoner wouldn’t wear, a scrawny body and dirty hands and feet.

Shock spread across Missus Seymour’s face as she looked down at them all one by one.

Yeah, it would be shocking. But, that’s still not enough.

I nodded to the servant and gave an order.

“Bring a mirror to Missus Seymour.”

“What? Ah, yes…!”

The attendant looked flustered and nodded, and then quickly ran to one side of the hall and brought out a large full-length mirror.

When the mirror was placed in front of her, Missus Seymour’s face looked as if she would scream at any moment.

Her complexion turned pale and her shoulders trembled.

Her eyes filled with tears and bloodshot as she remembered her humiliation and shame.

She slowly raised her head and glared at me and shouted hoarsely.

“You…! How dare you…!”

“I see you still think you’re Valentino’s elder, Annabella Seymour.”

“W-what?”

“You are a criminal. You tried to poison me to death.”

Annabella Seymour was convicted of attempted murder. Theodore’s way of confining her in the dungeon may have been the best course of action to prevent this affair from leaking out to the outside world.

However.

“But it turns out it wasn’t just that. You actually killed someone.”

I quickly moved out of the way and showed Rita Norman to Annabella Seymour.

Annabella Seymour’s eyes widened as she recognized Rita immediately.

“Y-You…”

“…….”

Rita’s eyes were full of resentment as she glared at Annabella Seymour. I asked Rita.

“Tell me. What punishment do you want this woman to receive?”

“…I……”

Rita, who looked a little embarrassed, as if she didn’t know I was going to ask her a question, immediately clenched her fists and answered.

“…I hope that the person who killed my father and threatened my family pays the price she deserves.”

If it’s a reasonable price, it’s more effective than anything else.

For someone like Annabella Seymour, it’s even more painful than dying.

I looked back at Theodore and said.

“Do it according to the laws of the kingdom, Duke Valentino.”

“…….”

“I’m sure you don’t plan on protecting a criminal.”

“…I have no intention of doing that.”

“I hope so. If you truly feel responsible for this as the household head of the Valentino Duchy.”

And if he truly felt remorse towards me.

He should never punish Annabella Seymour lightly.

* * *

Two days later, Annabella Seymour received her sentence.

As a criminal, she was imprisoned in her hometown’s workhouse until her death.

“I came to say one last goodbye. I will never see you again anymore.”

“…….”

Annabella Seymour with her mouth gagged, glared at me with her red, bloodshot eyes.

Looking at her eyes, it seems like she did not feel any guilt towards me at all.

Even after she got to this point.

I looked down at her and laughed.

“You wanted to be the duchess, right?”

“……!”

She gave a response right away. Annabella’s whole body trembled with an angry expression. It was as if she was anticipating what I was going to say from now on.

“So, out of jealousy of your sister, you tried to drive a wedge between the previous duke and his wife, and tried to lure the young Theodore away and brainwash him.”

“…….”

“To make him think of you and follow you as his real mother instead of the previous duchess.”

Annabella, who was glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, struggled wildly. But with her hands and feet tied, she could only roll on the dirty dirt floor.

“Even after knowing all of your shortcomings and mistakes, Renée Valentino forgave you. He even told you to take good care of his sons.”

“…….”

“But look at you now.”

I raised a corner of my mouth to mock her even more.

“Where is the reward of Renée forgiving you? You have continued to cause discord between people, and have even committed murder…”

“…….”

“You are not worthy of forgiveness.”

I stepped back and nodded to the servants. Immediately, the servants came right away, grabbed Annabella Seymour, and dragged her away.

“Uuuhp! Uhp! Uuuu-uhhpp!”

A woman who had fallen to the bottom of life cried out through the gag on her mouth, ugly and withered as she writhed.

She was no longer a noble, and was now worse than a commoner.

According to the laws of the kingdom, she was stripped of all her rights and status, and her head will be shaved to be branded as a criminal.

Her former glory was no longer visible.

Missus Seymour, who reigned as the matriarch of Valentino Castle, has disappeared.

She deserved it.

* * *

“It looks like the Valentino family is going crazy.”

Owen, who received the spy’s report, smiled slightly and muttered.

Hessen, who had just arrived in his room, frowned and sat down on the sofa. Just seeing Owen having fun hurt his sarcasm.

“As expected, Lily never disappoints me. She really gets Valentino.”

Indeed, Owen was delighted, saying that it was Lily Everett who was causing trouble. Hessen ignored him and picked up the bottle of whiskey on the table.

Owen, who was staring at Hessen, asked vaguely.

“Aren’t you curious about what’s going on?”

“Why should I?”

He immediately gave a blunt answer. Owen opened his mouth with a faint smile.

“Well, you…”

Owen went on with a hint of mockery in his tone.

“You like Lily.”