My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories

The veins started bulging on Hessen’s hand as he held onto the whiskey bottle. He, who was frozen and not moving, gritted his teeth.

Despite the reaction signaling danger, Owen’s ridicule continued.

“You’ve liked Lily since she was just a maid’s daughter. So you would spy on her from afar every day. It was quite funny to see the dirty little girl, while not daring to approach her, as if she was a very precious jewel.”

In the end, Hessen exploded. He got up from his seat and threw the whiskey bottle at Owen.

However, Owen simply moved his head to avoid the bottle and smiled. The whiskey bottle flew against the wall and shattered. Its contents and shards of glass flew everywhere, but Owen, wrapped in the power of the spirit, was not tainted by even a speck.

Hessen gritted his teeth and muttered.

“You… bastard…”

“That’s nothing you can say to your older brother, Hessen Everett.”

“You should act like an older brother, you bastard. You keep bringing up this annoying bullsh*t!”

“How amusing.”

Owen smiled as he took a new bottle of whiskey from the armoire and sat down. Hessen’s body trembled violently in regret that he could not blow off Owen’s head right away.

Owen, who quickly poured whiskey into a glass, held it out to Hessen and said,

“Sit down, Hessen. From now on, I’ll tell you why Lily hates you.”

“Does she hate just me? She hates you too.”

Owen continued talking, ignoring Hessen’s words.

“You can’t control your emotions. Especially when you’re angry, you see nothing anymore.”

“…….”

“So you beat and torment Lily day by day, right? It’s understandable that she hates you.”

“…I’ll say it one more time, she hates you too.”

“I know.”

Owen grinned and lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips. The eyes filled with leisure and boredom did not show the slightest hint of agitation.

“It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t like me.”

“…….”

“Lily is mine anyway.”

And then there was a cold silence. After a while, Hessen muttered in a low voice.

“…Crazy bastard…”

Far from being offended by the words, Owen laughed in amusement. Holding the clear amber whiskey up to the light, Owen’s eyes deepened as he was staring into the distance.

“Lily will definitely come back to me. Wherever she goes, no matter whose hand she’s held by for a while, in the end she will be buried at my feet.”

“…….”

“If Theodore Valentino gets in the way…”

“…….”

“I might as well kill him.”

* * *

It was a little after noon when Derek, the mage of House Valentino, came to see me.

I was waiting for Derek to speak, wondering why he would come to see me, but it was only after a while that he, who was just sipping tea, opened his mouth.

“…I have a favor to ask of you, Madam.”

“From me?”

“…This is something only Madam can do. Please…”

Clenching his fists, Derek continued.

“Please stop His Lordship.”

* * *

‘That is forbidden magic.’

‘If something goes wrong… Milord might fall into a grave condition’

‘I’m really sorry to you, but… If Milord ever passes away, Valentino will be helpless.’

‘So please, Madam, stop the Master. I beg you.’

After hearing what Derek had to say, I went straight to see Theodore. But he was not in his office.

Theodore’s aide, Calvin, who happened to see me while carrying documents, informed me of Theodore’s whereabouts.

“The Duke is probably in the lounge. He often uses the lounge to catch up on some sleep. This way.”

The lounge was a space directly connected to the office. However, the entrance was hidden behind the bookshelf.

Calvin skillfully moved the bookshelf and opened the door, and I carefully entered.

The interior of the lounge was equipped with only the necessary furniture, so it had a dull atmosphere compared to the other rooms.

Come to think of it, it was my first time coming here. In the past, Theodore would not have allowed me here.

…When I thought about the ‘old days’, my heart throbbed again.

After I found out what his misunderstanding was, I felt pain and heartache, as if I had gone back to the past.

I couldn’t understand him, and no matter how much I thought about it, it was difficult to understand his actions. How could he misunderstand someone with just one letter?

So I couldn’t forgive him even more. As he was also a victim of the Everett family, my pity for him along with my love and hate were tightly tangled.

These feelings may never be resolved. It will continue to remain within me and torment me. It usually sinks deep, but sometimes it comes up without warning.

‘Even Theodore…’

When Calvin left and I remained alone in the lounge, contemplating my thoughts.

Clack—

The door on one side of the lounge opened, and Theodore appeared beyond it.

“…….”

He made eye contact with me, looking slightly embarrassed.

He was wearing only a robe, and water was dripping from his jet-black hair.

He looked like he had just finished taking a bath.

…However, it seemed strange that he had taken a bath.

That’s because no steam escaped from the bathroom, and I felt a slight chill.

Like a person who took a dip in cold sea water.

When I looked back, his lips were also pale blue.

“…What did you do?”

As I looked at him and asked, Theodore blinked rapidly and avoided eye contact. It was like a teenage boy who got caught.

I felt frustrated for some reason, sighed, and asked.

“Could it be that you poured cold water on your body?”

“…….”

Perhaps that was the correct answer, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Even though I was already shocked by Derek’s revelation, I became even more surprised. I felt like I wanted to push him and get angry. What on earth is he thinking…

Then I blurted out,

“I heard everything from Derek.”