My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 6.1
Chapter 6.1
Translator: Yonnee
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I already knew who she was.
Missus Anabelle Seymour.
She was the biological sister of Renée Valentino, Theodore’s mother and the former Duchess. In other words, Anabelle Seymour was Theodore’s aunt.
Even as she had no other connection to the family, the reason why she was acting as the lady of the house was because of the will that Renée Valentino had left.
The gist of it was, ‘Please take good care of my children in my stead.’
And so for that reason, Anabelle Seymour had been taking care of Theodore, and in her forty years, she had never married.
I heard that she continued to cherish Theodore as though he were her own child. Perhaps that’s why she wasn’t looking at me kindly.
I bowed silently while avoiding her eyes. I don’t even expect that she’d think of me in a good light, but I don’t want to be hated more here.
“…Welcome to the Valentino Duchy, Lily.”
“Thank you, Missus Seymour. I’ll be in your care.”
Still, wasn’t it fortunate that she at least greeted me formally? The vassals, knights and many other people weren’t so openly kind to me, so I was relieved.
“Of course. Theo, let’s head to the central mansion.”
“Yes, Aunt.”
Theodore answered politely and glanced back at me. His gaze was, for a moment, complex, but it seemed to be a trick of the light.
As I watched him turn his back on me without a word, I soon hurried to walk as well.
* * *
“This is the room where you will stay, Madam. If you need anything, please feel free to pull the string by the table. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“No, I’m fine. You can leave.”
“Yes. Then.”
A maid of the Valentino estate immediately guided me to a drawing room connected to a bedroom. I carefully looked inside after she left, and the moderately colorful yet elegant room had a pleasant ambiance.
I was worried about them throwing me into a solitary cell in the dungeon, but I’m glad that they gave me a normal room.
Right next to my room was a smaller room where an exclusive lady-in-waiting can stay, and that’s where Charlotte was unpacking.
Charlotte was originally just a low-ranked maid, but from now on, she’ll be my exclusive lady-in-waiting. When I told the chamberlain of the Valentino estate about it, he didn’t seem very pleased.
‘There’s no one here who’d want to serve me anyway, right?’
The fact that Charlotte was an orphan and a low-ranked maid didn’t matter to me. It didn’t matter if people in the Valentino estate would curse at me, saying that one’s roots can’t be denied.
Even loud words like me being a mere maid’s daughter didn’t hurt me anymore.
So many people have said it already.
‘From now on…’
I lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
‘It would be difficult to get along like other couples.’
Theodore wouldn’t come to me. Tonight, tomorrow, or any other day in the future.
I already knew that he would divorce me someday. No, I even considered a future where my death would be by his hands. But right now, it didn’t seem like he had an intention to kill me.
But you never know. Maybe he’ll change his mind… Or would Missus Seymour or the Duchy’s loyal vassals try to poison me?
But when have I ever not been worrying about my life.
‘I knew it.’
A shallow smile tugged on my lips, and only one corner was raised.
‘Even if I escaped the Everett estate through marriage… I’m still drowning in misfortune.’
I already know.
Where did my life go wrong? I’ve thought about it countless times. If I had to start somewhere, perhaps it was when my mother, a maid of the Everett household, had slept with a stranger wandering through the estate, which led to having me. Foolishly, she didn’t think that the stranger would leave without telling her his name.
Now, I wouldn’t even fantasize about my father turning out to be a member of a royal family of some other neighboring country. The more I imagined things like that, the more I’d be left in misery.
‘…Let’s just stay dead in this house.’
I won’t try anything. I won’t expect anything. Whatever emotions might arise, they must be stopped right away and pressed down.
So it would be wise to get rid of anything like it in my head—like those blue eyes that seemed to be trembling as they looked at me.
And those short, intense memories of that night that never led to anything more than that.
* * *
I sat quietly in the banquet hall where no one welcomed me.
The banquet was intended to welcome the new Duchess Valentino, but of course I could tell that not one of the people who attended truly welcomed me. Their gazes stung.
Everyone despised and hated me. At first glance, I felt a mixture of curiosity and sympathy from them, but it wasn’t the positive kind.
The Valentino family’s head of the household and his vassals were all inside the spacious banquet hall. I stuck out like a sore thumb, as though I was a stone that had just tumbled in. Sitting next to me was my husband… Theodore, who wouldn’t even look at me.
Do you hate me that much?
…I had such a thought without realizing it, but I soon came to my senses. I laughed in vain.
Of course. He must hate me. Whenever he looks at me, he’d remember the Everett family and he’d recall my father’s face. And it’s not just Theodore—perhaps everyone here…
…How much do they hate the Everett family?
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