Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 212

Chapter 106.1

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Raniero seemed really stubborn in not letting me go.

Well, he wasn’t a person who spoke empty words.

As the morning fully dawned, he said he would leave, and I simply nodded slowly. If we were a normal couple with a normal relationship, this moment of seeing off my husband might have been sweet. However, since that wasn’t the case, the atmosphere was stiflingly awkward.

“I’ll come back. Wait for me.”

Raniero, who spoke again, hesitated and retreated, completely different from his confident attitude from a moment ago, and left the room as if fleeing.

As the door closed, I was left completely alone.

I felt more at ease being alone. At least the bomb was gone.

At the thought, I carefully lifted the blanket and stretched my legs out of the bed. As I tried to get up onto the carpet, my legs suddenly lost their strength, and I stumbled and fell.

“Ouch…”

I should’ve just stayed quietly in bed.

I let out a long sigh as if the ground was about to swallow me up.

“I should have gone back to sleep.”

Still, even as I said this, I knew sleep wouldn’t come. It was probably because I had slept for too long.

No matter how much I sat there and glanced around the room, I couldn’t see anything in this room that could be called entertainment.

It wasn’t surprising. Raniero didn’t spend much time in this room.

He bathed in the semi-basement bathroom connected to here, then came up for a short rest and breakfast before heading out. He didn’t even have the habit of reading before bed, so it was unlikely there would be anything to read in the room…

The only thing that could be called a ‘sight’ would be the scenery beyond the small window. There were servants passing by the back alley.

So, I tried to go towards the window, but I couldn’t find the strength in my body…

Even though I knew there was nothing worth seeing, I took another look around the room and felt discouraged.

‘There isn’t even a clock in the room…’

Leaning back against the bed, I rested my head and counted the pattern on the ceiling.

I eventually started crawling towards the window, little by little. Since the window was higher than my seated height, I dragged the chair from the table where Raniero placed his wash basin to wash his face.

Perhaps because I had been lying down for ten days and had only eaten watery rice, I quickly lost stamina and felt hungry.

But just sitting still again, I didn’t know if time was passing or not, and it was very boring. I mustered all my strength, grabbed onto the chair, and stood up, then knelt on the chair. And what I saw when I straightened my waist to the point where I could see outside the window was—

“Ha.”

—Only a small cliff made of sharp rocks, tall trees, and a wall a little far away. As far as I could see, there was no path where people could pass by. It was obviously designed that way on purpose. No matter how much I looked, it only changed ever so slightly, to the point where I couldn’t even notice the direction of the shadows.

It was no different from looking at a well-drawn picture.

I learned that this room wasn’t located as high as I had thought, but that was about it.

What good was such information?

It wasn’t like I was going to jump.

I stared out the window with a wry smile on my face before my back gave out, and I just slumped down into my chair. In the end, the only entertainment I found was endlessly braiding and unbraiding my hair.

How long had I been like this? Eventually, I even gave up playing with my hair.

Bored.

I was bored to death.

It probably hadn’t been that long. At most, it might have been two or three hours. Maybe even less. When my mom used to yell, ‘Hold your hands up for 30 minutes!’ my arms hurt so much, and it was so boring that I thought at least ten minutes had passed, but when I checked the clock, it seemed like only three minutes had gone by.

Actually, looking outside, I noticed that the direction of the shadows didn’t seem much different from before.

The absolute emptiness that surrounded me in this room felt suffocating.

There was a time when I stayed alone in Seraphina’s room in the Temple of Tunia, for a few days, but things were better back then than now. I could immerse myself in my ‘original story’ or even scribble with the colored ink and brush placed in the room. When I looked out the window, I could see people coming and going around the temple.

But now, all I was given was a dreadful silence.

“This is ridiculous…”

Hot tears welled up and dripped.

When I heard that I had to stay trapped here, I thought the only fear I would’ve to overcome was fear of Raniero. I thought I would rather be at ease when I was alone since there was no need to fear his attempts to kill me. However, I never imagined the stifling boredom and isolation that came from complete isolation from the outside world would be this overwhelming.

‘…Why am I so weak like this?’

Why was I such a pathetic human being who couldn’t even endure such trivial pain? If Sylvia or Eden were sitting in this spot… they wouldn’t even consider this kind of thing as pain…

Why couldn’t I be strong like them?

I sat there for a long time, endless tears streaming down my face.

When would Raniero come?

Maybe he wouldn’t return until work was done and it was night? Would I have to stay like this in this room until then? Even if I screamed out of frustration from boredom and silence, all that returned was the echo of my voice.

Couldn’t bear to stay still, I paced around the room in circles endlessly.

Endlessly circling…

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