The Countess’s body disappeared.

“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.