After a hasty choice, I sold the most precious thing with my own hands.
In exchange for this betrayal, the only price given was the position of a noble’s second wife and such cruel abuse.
Tessa did not die and instead lived.
And seven years had passed. “Long time no see, Tessa.”
Hert, who she thought had died, returned.
He became a decent man. *
“Do you long for your husband?”
Hert took turns looking at Tessa and the portrait of the old lord he had just seen.
“What if I killed that bastard?”
Tessa sucked in her breath at the terrifyingly cold voice.