My Husband Who Abandoned Me Suddenly Became Obsessed With Me

‘Couple for show.’

It was referred to the Duke and Duchess of Blair in the social society.

For a long time, because of the closeness of their territories, the late Duke of Blair and the Marquis of Amaranth have always been in a dispute.

After a conflict for hundreds of years, they even dared to do bloodshed in the capital city of Conchesta, which is under the direct control of the emperor.
As a result the Solarium imperial family took extraordinary action.

For the purpose of reconciliation, the marriage between the Duke of Blair ‘Sihon Blair’ and ‘Arwen Amaranth’ of the Marquis of Amaranth was fixed.

It was a marriage made by the orders of the imperial family against the will of the two, so it was natural that the married life of the Duke and Duchess of Blair was not smooth.

Sihon and Arwen rarely met and talked to each other, unless the couple had to attend a joint event.

Now they have been married for four long years.

The total number of times the two ate together in private was only five. Three times they had tea together, and only seven times someone went to the other person’s room for business purposes.

Besides, they never had a marital relationship.

The public speculates that ‘They still haven’t had their first night,’ but the reality was even worse.

They were just a nominal couple.

But what kind of whim is it?

 ***

One day, Arwen unexpectedly offered Sihon tea.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

They bumped into each other when one was going out and the other was coming in.

It was a simple daily life where, as usual, they didn’t even wonder who the other had met or what they were going out for.

Sihon was a little surprised.

It had been a while since Arwen had spoken to him.

There was a time when she tried to get close to Sihon, but at some point, she stopped approaching him because of his indifferent reaction.

‘What the hell is she doing?’

He thought defensively.

‘If this noble woman puts her pride aside and talks to him, does that mean that there is something urgent?’

Half of his heart was a bit concerned.

In the end, although he was very reluctant, his mind was likely towards ‘ a wife is a wife’, even if it is in nominal terms.

“Sure.”

The Duke of Sihon Blair accepted Arwen’s offer without hesitation.

So, the Duke and Duchess had tea time in Arwen’s room after a long time.

On the table which was covered with a pure white lace cover, a pearl-colored teapot, silver teacup, colourful macaroons, cookies, and mini tarts were laid out.

The macarons, which were embroidered with flowers such as roses, sunflowers, and hydrangeas, not only on the front side but after peeling, was a beautiful art itself that was sinful to take a bite.

“This is a new dessert introduced by Blooming Garden. It’s quite expensive, but considering the process that goes into making one of these macaroons, it’s easy to understand.”

“Certainly, it’s gorgeous.”

Was Arwen like this?

He laughed slightly. Sihon noticed Arwen biting a pink macaron which had a rose-shaped decoration on it and then he also took a snack to his lips.

Arwen gracefully tilted the teapot and poured tea in a silver teacup and spoke.

“The aristocrats see me as a ‘wicked wife’ and you as a ‘good husband’. No matter what evil I do, as a husband, you have to keep up with everything. I agree with that to some extent, in some sense you do endure a lot by not hitting or kicking your contemptuous wife.”

“What do you want to say? If you’re just going to make some excuses for that slap to Viscount Dana Hudson, you don’t have to.”

“You are not angry at all.”

“I know she mocked you first.”

“Apart from that, you don’t expect anything from me, so nothing to disappoint.”

“I won’t deny it. Sihon gently agreed.

 Arwen didn’t felt agitated.

“Well, from the beginning, you despised me for being the ‘marquis of the enemy’s family.’ You must have seen me as the Marquis of Amaranth only, so it has to be. Every effort I made to get closer to you would have seemed pretentious and scheming. In the first place you didn’t even have the intention of having a proper marriage with me. So, you were prepared to adopt your nephew ‘Confucius Vanessa’, as an adopted son.”

“I can’t cut off the family line just because our marriage isn’t easy, right?”

Sihon, who glanced down at the teacup, raised his gaze again.

I hope there is no poison. Even though I said ‘I hope’, I didn’t really doubt it.

It was a fleeting moment, but Arwen noticed what he had checked.

Still, she didn’t show any displeasure in the slightest. There was nothing to be surprised about since they had no trust in each other.

Arwen closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them.

“I understand your decision. If you’re going to adopt a child anyway, it’d be better to bring them up early and educate your successors. It is also entirely up to you to decide who will take over your family. But your method is wrong. You don’t want to discuss it, but could you at least let me know the decision first? You don’t know how frustrated I was when Madame Leona, Vanessa’s mother, talked in the duke’s residence and I found out from the gossips. I really mean nothing to you.”

She tried to suppress her emotions, but her voice trembled helplessly.

Seeing Arwen clasping her trembling hands tightly, Sihon gave the same answer as usual.

“As I have said before, I am not making you feel uncomfortable. I just hate your father and your family.”

Sihon sighed as if he was tired, averted his gaze, and held his teacup.

Suddenly, the ice melted, and the tea was slightly lukewarm now.

When I wanted to get closer to him, I heard a lot of these words.

Whenever I cautiously asked if I was lacking in anything or if I had made any mistakes, Sihon would always say, ‘Don’t try,’ and always add those words.

As she spends her last tea time with her nominal husband, Arwen said the words she had been struggling with.

“Even if I was in a place where I’ve been abused, far from being favoured by a marquise. Why are all noblemen the same? You only see woman as an accessory to a family’’

“Yes? what do you say…….”

“Literally. Cursing, starving, beating. Then how can I have good feelings for my family?”

“Thinking of this, sometimes I think I’ve seen bruises and staggers on your wrists. I thought you were injured by a fall or bump, but was it all a sign of abuse?” asked Sihon.

“Well, I don’t know what you saw. One thing is for sure, no matter how stupid someone is, they don’t live with bruises all year round.”

As if talking to others, Arwen answered calmly.

Again, the calm seemed to say that she expected nothing from him.

The frustrated Sihon sighed and urged.

“Ha, if I had known, I would have been concerned about it, but why didn’t you tell me…. No, more than that, why did the Marquis of Amaranth mistreat you?” 

In Sihon’s eyes, Arwen was an arrogant young marquis.

Luxuriously wrapped around the finest dresses and jewellery, cold-hearted and open-minded, and not shy about asserting their origins and status in order to impress anyone.

I could never have imagined that someone like Arwen was trampled on.

It was surprising.

“To be precise, Marquis Kyle Amaranth was just a bystander, and the instigator was Marquis Maeve Amaranth. Actually, I am Lydia, the illegitimate child of the Marquis. I’m not the young lady of the Marquis of Amaranth, and not your supposed wife.” 

“Then what happened to the young lady of the Marquis of Amaranth, who got engaged to me? I never heard any news of her death.”

“She died 12 years ago. A tombstone was erected, but they did not hold a funeral worthy for a noble lady. This is the reason you have to marry the fake instead. So, I guess she hated it more. By playing the role of his dead daughter, I enjoy what she deserves.”

“So, it is a ‘fraudulent marriage’?”

Sihon let out an exasperated laugh. His mouth was dry.

He was not angry with the woman in front of him. Twelve years ago, she would have been only twelve years old.

What power did a young girl born as an illegitimate child have?

Of course, it must have been a ploy by the will of the Marquis Amaranth.

It was absurd, it seemed that’s why the enemy’s family went ahead with it anyway. The marriage with the Duke of Blair was beneficial to their family.

Seeing his cynical appearance, Arwen, no, Lydia lowered her eyes as if resigning.

She thought maybe it was fortunate that he didn’t strangle me right now.

“So that’s why I couldn’t tell you I was abused because then I have to reveal that I’m a fake. You already despise me, and if you also put the perception that ‘I’m a woman who cheated on you with my dirty blood,’ it would only add to your disgust.”

At this point, ‘that word’ was likely to come out.

I don’t know if he was thinking that I was trying to pretend to be real, or he was dismayed to think that a dirt like me is defiling his home.

However, the reaction of Sihon differed completely from what she expected.

“No. It is not your fault that you were born an illegitimate child or that you were in control by the marquis. You are neither dirty nor lowly. It is clearly my mistake to judge you only by being a daughter of a marquis Amaranth without considering your situation.”

Surprised by his unexpected answer, Lydia paused.

However, their conversation did not go any further.

“It’s late, but I treated you with prejudice from the beginning… … Oh my god!”

The man’s trembling eyes widened in pain.

Sihon stumbled and hurriedly covered the corner of his mouth with his hand.

But the sticky blood that gushed out like a fountain leaked helplessly through his fingers.

Slowly, the man’s body leaned toward the floor.

Thud!

Lydia stared blankly at her husband, who had collapsed helplessly with a dull sound.

It happened in an instant. There was no sense of reality.

Sihon pursed his lips, trying to open his eyes.

It was like asking why, and it was also like asking where the poison was.

There was no trust between the two of them, so it was probably the latter.

Lydia, who had guessed that, said as if muttering.

“Unfortunately, it is too late to turn back. The ice that had the frozen poison has already melted.”

It was the same silver tea, and it was a secret of the ice that changed the lives of two people even after drinking the same tea.

Lydia, who drank the tea until the ice melted, was okay, but Sihon, who savoured the tea slowly, was poisoned.

Lydia looked down at her restless husband, then turned her back without regret.

Their relationship had already scorched.

A fate that inevitably leads to catastrophe in the first place.

She was a little shaken at the last sight of her husband reaching out to her, but it wasn’t disappointing.

As long as we don’t reverse the time, this is the end of a horrible marriage.

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