Synopsis
“Did you think I loved you?”
Until he heard those words, he had thought that he and his wife had been growing fairly close.
Romian Beldegard.
If she had not become my fiancée, she would have been nothing more than the daughter of a fallen noble family, destined to spend her life in the countryside.
I disliked the way she pretended to be meek while indulging in luxuries just to please His Majesty. I believed that, since everything she enjoyed had been obtained thanks to me, she naturally ought to be grateful.
But then…
“I’m truly sick and tired of you, Sihav.”
Why was she being so cold and merciless toward me?
The moment Sihav genuinely fell in love with Romian, she cruelly tore his heart apart.
“I was wrong. I was wrong, Romian. So please…”
But the dark-brown eyes of the wife glaring at him were utterly unfamiliar.
“Live the rest of your life regretting it, Sihav.”
