My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 87.1

“…….”

I felt like I had returned to the past. Unwaveringly, Owen was trying to bend me to his liking.

‘It looks like he hasn’t found out that I signed a contract with the spirit of dreams.’

…No, there are a few spies that Owen planted in Veronis. It must have already reached his ears. I guess he was just ‘pretending not to know’.

According to Owen’s method… First of all, he will try to figure out what kind of psychological state I am in.

‘Damn you, Owen Everett.’

Owen was worse than Hessen. Hessen was just a fool who couldn’t control his anger, but Owen tried to control others with subtle words and actions.

This was Owen’s unique temperament, different from that of his father. While Father’s greed was endless and he would reach out for anything, Owen would take a step back and steer things in the direction he wanted.

‘There will definitely be a plot on this visit as well.’

I want to reply and tell him to go away, but… It would be a mere delusion to think that he’d take it without any qualms. There was no benefit in provoking Owen.

‘That’s better. Let’s take this opportunity to find out what Owen’s intentions are.’

…What’s really funny was that I knew Owen’s methods better than anyone else, and I was the one who could imitate them.

I had been so tormented by Owen all these years that, ironically enough, I ended up understanding him much too well. The good news among all the misfortunes was that I wasn’t brainwashed by him.

Nearly a decade… No, maybe a little more than that? I grew up amidst abuse and unrelenting control throughout my entire childhood and adolescence. I didn’t know much at the time, but looking back now, I’m amazed that I survived all that time.

The reason I was able to live through that hell and not lose myself was probably…

‘…Because of the hatred and revenge that had built up inside me.’

I have never once forgiven the people of Everett.

I never tried to understand them in a good way.

That separated me from them, and I thought that if I was powerless and suffered, they would one day die and take revenge even if I became an evil spirit.

It was that resentment that had endured for a long time.

‘And now I have strength too.’

Somnia, responding to my feelings, stirred from the depths of my consciousness.

It’s like saying she’ll help me get revenge if I want.

‘First… I need to create a situation where Owen can attack me.’

Only if he tries to harm me directly can I repay him in kind.

Unfortunately, anything that happened before becoming Somnia’s contractor would not be counted.

If only… I would have driven Everett’s demons crazy long ago…

‘…No, Owen is a little ambiguous.’

As expected, Owen was more of a problem than the other two.

Because he was better at eroding people’s minds rather than using physical violence.

‘Hessen is easier. That fool will immediately try to use violence at the slightest provocation from me.’

And Father as well. It wouldn’t be difficult to get stabbed by Father.

The problem is that after provoking them like that, Owen is more likely to suspect me…

…So, I had to hit Owen before anyone else.

Because that bastard was the worst and the most difficult person to seek revenge on.

‘Tomorrow… It would be better to treat Owen the same way as before.’

I need to get him to let down his guard and make him take it easy on me.

That way, there will be an opening in his defenses.

‘For now, I have to reply to this letter.’

I tore up Owen’s letter and threw it into the fireplace, then sat down at my desk and took out paper and pen.

The reply had to be concise and ‘like my old self.’ This kind of imitation was easier than breathing, so it was quick.

I finished writing the letter in less than five minutes, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Charlotte.

“Charlotte, have a messenger deliver this letter to the Everett Duchy.”

“Yes, Madam. But, I…”

Charlotte hesitated for some reason, then took another letter from her pocket and held it out to me.

It looked as if the letter had been brought secretly hidden.

“…This is a letter from Young Duke Delacroix.”

Charlotte whispered softly. I asked as I accepted the letter.

“Is there any reason to secretly deliver this letter?”

“…The Duke told me to burn any and all letters that Young Duke Delacroix would send to you, Madam…”

“…….”

I was so shocked that I was at a loss for words. Even after hearing that I’d like to have a divorce, Theodore still seemed jealous of Zen.

After we get our revenge on the Everett family, we will become strangers.

‘If he tries to imprison me again…’

…It would be better to make an escape plan in advance. Just in case.

I sighed and opened the letter. My head was throbbing a lot. I just thought I was tired of it all.

‘What happened to Zen…’

I stared at the letter in a bad mood, but paused for a moment.

“…….”

Zen Delacroix’s handwriting… was incredibly bad.

I blinked several times in disbelief and looked again and again. But no matter how I look at it… Zen’s handwriting was just so messy.

How… How can he be so bad at writing…?

‘Is it… written without sincerity?’

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