“It is not grave robbery. Madam, you came out of the grave and left this place of your own accord.”. . .There was one phrase Cecilia, the mistress of the Winterhall family, used to repeat constantly.“I’m going to die.”And every time, her husband, Davion, gave her the same answer.“Stop joking. I told you it’s not funny.”But one day, she really did die.The sudden death of the Countess.And surprisingly, a week later, her grave was empty.By deceiving everyone with a witch’s potion, Cecilia had finally achieved complete freedom.“My plan is nothing special. For now, I intend to do all the things that were forbidden in that damn house. Like drinking alcohol, for instance, just like now.”Cecilia emptied her glass in one gulp and let out a relieved sigh.“Ah!”However, as soon as she heard the next question, her expression darkened...“Ah... my husband?”She thought for a moment, then nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders.“He described me as a stain on his life.”“…….”“He probably forgot about someone like me long ago and is living a life of luxury, just like before, right?”No.Cecilia had no idea.She didn’t know how heartless a husband could become after burying his wife with his own hands.And she certainly didn’t know just how completely broken he could become.