"Other man than you... I've never met him."
"..."
Winter had no answer to Violet's completely unexpected words. After a while, she said her words.
"There is no way to explain. Now you're angry and won't see me, so what... "
Winter felt like the earth was shaking and pressed his forehead with his palm. It felt like everything in his head was pounding.
After struggling for a day without moving like a dead person, this is what she finally opened her mouth to say.
"I'm not going anywhere. I wasn't angry at you three years ago, it was my situation. I believe it now. I know you haven't met any other men."
Winter spoke, but Violet didn't seem to hear. She muttered.
"I thought a healthy child like you would be born. Really, she wishes she ha
She slowly lay down on the bed again. Winter said as if explaining.
"It's twisted. Something is wrong. You deserved to be misunderstood. The situation..."
That was the situation.
Winter tried to repeat the words but then closed his mouth.
He has been ignoring his wife for the past three years, giving the same reason.
Your brother lost all my money. What could be more important than recovering it? How dare you want something from me? How can you leave me and refuse to listen to me?
It was the same this time too. That's the situation. Because it was misleading. So, he was about to tell her that he had spewed out such a rant.
If she's not his wife, she's nothing. Violet is a nobody with no money and no status. It was because of the situation that he tried to drag her down with harsh words due to his damned pride.
The wounds from scratching her heart to protect his feelings were too deep to blame on the situation.
***
What woke her up after being dazed for a long time was the surprisingly cold winter wind. Just as a splash of cold water awakens her, the physical coolness that touches her cheek brings her back to her senses.
Early in the morning on the day the first snow fell, she woke up from bed and took out a letter she had kept in the safe. It was a letter from the Lancias, the parents of the young monk whose life she had saved at the Cantus Monastery.
"We received news that the life of our son, Reyes, was saved. If my eldest son had been sick and my second son had passed away, my wife and I would have lost our minds.
Please wish for anything. I'll give anything."
After checking the letter once again, Violet took out a piece of paper with the Blooming family crest drawn on it from the dresser and placed it on the table.
She wrote down her reply in the unique, ornate, and beautiful font used only by royals. Meanwhile, as morning dawned, a maid who had come to wake her came running to her in surprise.
"Little madam, are you awake?"
"Good morning."
The maid asked, pleased with the friendly greeting she had heard for the first time in a long time.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, I should get up. I'm sorry, but could you please send me this letter?"
"Letter..."
The maid took the letter and ran out. Violet looked around her room carefully. Precious items were flashing everywhere.
Winter, who did not know how to appease his wife, was buying every luxury item he could find everywhere.
An emerald as big as the palm of her hand, an absurdly rare flower that only blooms in the desert, useless but curious magical tools, and delicately made dolls that came from a continent where magic is mainly used.
Meanwhile, Winter, who heard that his wife seemed to have regained her energy, went straight into the bedroom. Violet asked, sitting on a chair by the window.
"What happened this morning?"
Winter entered the room feeling relieved at the question being asked as calmly as before.
He sat down on the bed and with one hand pulled the chair Violet was sitting on and brought it closer to him. And as he looked at Violet's face closely, he asked.
"Have you eaten?"
"I always wake up and eat before you.".
He scoffed and picked up the box under the bed. When he opened the box, there was a cosmetic product in the form of a thick cream.
"Are you putting it on your lips?"
"That's right."
"I tried it when my body changed."
Winter swept over the cream with the brush that came with it, then raised his head as if to ask Violet to raise her head a little.
When Violet looked up, Winter said, applying cream to her lips with a brush.
"You have a cut on your lip."
"It's always like that in winter."
"I don't."
"Your skin is strong."
After applying the cream, her dry and cracked lips became shiny. Violet said.
"You too, please."
"If a guy's lips are shiny, it's unlucky."
When he looked annoyed at the thought of it, Violet traced his lips with her index finger, then rubbed Winter's lips with her creamy hand, then took her hand away and said.
"It's not strange at all."
It was words that were like her and actions that were not like her. Winter clicked his tongue. She knows that pretty thing.
After completely destroying his insides for two months, she healed him with a very simple method. Winter said, carelessly touching her lips.
"Stop lying down and get up. Let's go to the capital before it gets colder. I have too much baggage. It will take a long time to get it."
"Just throw away things you don't need."
Even more than Violet, Winter had been out of his mind for a while. Violet's room was filled with more things than she could fill while she was grieving, and the outside of the room was filled with things she hadn't even opened yet.
No matter how much he bought, there was no significant change in his wealth, but that did not mean there were no problems with his extravagance. Winter was confident as he bought the items.
If he shows her this much affection, she will soon be okay. She will eventually laugh and eventually be happy.
He still had that strong faith.
He opened another box and took out a marionette that was up to Violet's waist.
"Especially things like this. I don't know what you were thinking when I bought this."
"I thought puppets like this were only used in puppet shows."
"It's only used in puppet shows."
Winter took out a gentleman doll dressed in a suit and skillfully took off his hat with both hands and moved it to bow.
"It's really hard to see your face, Ma'am?"
Violet asked curiously at his slyness.
"Why are you so good at this?"
"I'm usually good at everything."
Violet laughed a little at his shamelessness.
Then she lowered her upper body, held the doll's hand, and shook it.
"It's been a while, gentleman."
Is it because she greeted him or because she smiled? The corner of Winter's mouth suddenly relaxed and twitched.
He said, lying down on his back.
"Oh, let's go to the capital as quickly as possible."
"Okay."
At her answer, Winter's heart, which felt as if thousands of needles had been stuck in it for a while, felt relieved.
"I'm sure you'll love that house."
He closed his eyes for a moment and muttered in a voice that even seemed innocent.
A lot of the choices he made so far were wrong, but he was confident about this one.
She will definitely be happy if she goes to the capital.
If his wife becomes happy, then he will become happy too.
***
Beryl, who was Violet's doctor, entered the post office in the capital port of Rorkround carrying a letter.
It was a letter to Violet. In his letter, there was a confession that the medicine he had given her had been mixed with medicine given by the Duke and Duchess of Blooming that caused the same symptoms as her pregnancy.
"Send it by ship."
The post office employee looked puzzled at Beryl's words.
Rorkround had a very good telegraph network, so it was easy to contact them. Normally, the items sent by ship were items to be sent to another continent, but he couldn't help but be suspicious when they handed him a letter that could be sent by telegraph.
"You're sending me a copy of this?"
"Exactly."
"With just one piece of this, you can contact him by telegraph... Where are you sending it in the first place?"
"Please go south to Rockround."
"Yes, yes? It would be a year before the ship returned to Rorkround. You pay 200 times as much and take a year to send a message that would have taken 500 rounds in an hour?"
"There is a reason."
Beryl answered with a trembling voice.
Violet no longer took medication that caused pregnancy-like symptoms, saying it would harm the child.
So it would have been known by now that she wasn't pregnant.
Beryl tried to live with his mouth shut. He shouldn't have done that in the first place, he did it and now he wonders why I'm doing this.
Still, he couldn't forever deceive the Little Lady who remembered the child's name and age when he told her he had a child, and kept it and gave it to him whenever she found a snack his child might like.
Beryl boarded the train leaving Rorkround with his family, feeling ashamed of his shamelessness.
***
The mansion was noisy for a while. There were so many things that Winter had bought this year that just Violet's luggage required three wagons.
After mobilizing all the servants in the mansion to load all the luggage into the carriage, the coachman took off his hat and bowed.
"Then we will safely transport it to your home in the capital."
"Please take care of me."
Violet smiled and greeted. After checking that her luggage was properly loaded, Jen returned to her side with a somewhat shocked expression on her face.
After a while, as the carriage departed, Jen spoke in a low voice.
"In the carriage... There is a noble family emblem."
"Jen is really observant."
"Isn't that a private carriage, Little Lady?"
When Jen asked questioningly, Violet nodded and answered.
"Please keep it a secret."
"Little Madam, all your belongings are in there! Where on earth are you sending me?"
"To the west of the continent, to the Lancia family. Winter decided to buy all my things at a good price. Since they are a family that engages in maritime trade, disposing of items should not be difficult. And I decided to only bring empty luggage boxes to the capital residence."
"So... You told me not to unpack the capital until we arrive?"
Jen spoke as if she finally understood the reason and let out a tearful sigh. Violet continued her words with a relieved expression on her face.
"If you can't die, you have to live. If you want to live, you have to move. I decided to leave here to live. My husband has been very sorry, so even now I am going to give him back what he likes the most.
"Money?"
"Yes. My husband is staying married to me because he is confident that his marriage will turn into a profitable one. If I disappear on my feet, I will give up on such a hopeless plan."
Violet still believed that she might miraculously have a child with Winter. In that case, she will have to prove to her husband again that she did not commit infidelity. But she didn't want to do that anymore, and she didn't have the energy left to do that.
Only if she, who is entangled in a bad relationship with money, leaves, will her husband have a chance to find a lover he will truly love.
"Are you sure you really said that to your little lady?"
Jen looked like he was going to come and criticize her at any moment as if she had been in a state of tears. Violet smiled and continued.
"Instead of leaving my husband. I will save my life and send all the money I earn to him. It may not be as much money as I wanted to give, but still. Those little things are probably the only happiness I can give my husband."
Until recently, she dreamed of starting a happy family with her husband. She was both hateful and pitiful at the same time, both now and in the past, and so the person she loved the most was Winter Blooming. So she wanted him to be happy.
She felt like if he was happy, she would be happy too.
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