āIt is not grave robbery. Madam, you came out of the grave and left this place of your own accord.ā. . .There was one phrase Cecilia, the mistress of the Winterhall family, used to repeat constantly.āIām going to die.āAnd every time, her husband, Davion, gave her the same answer.āStop joking. I told you itās not funny.āBut 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 witchās potion, Cecilia had finally achieved complete freedom.āMy 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.āCecilia emptied her glass in one gulp and let out a relieved sigh.āAh!āHowever, as soon as she heard the next question, her expression darkened...āAh... my husband?āShe thought for a moment, then nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders.āHe described me as a stain on his life.āāā¦ā¦.āāHe probably forgot about someone like me long ago and is living a life of luxury, just like before, right?āNo.Cecilia had no idea.She didnāt know how heartless a husband could become after burying his wife with his own hands.And she certainly didnāt know just how completely broken he could become.