My Husband Who Abandoned Me Suddenly Became Obsessed With Me

just let Stella beat Lydia.

Theord and Vincent also only said ‘Stop’ and ‘Don’t make a fuss’ with their mouths, but they didn’t really stop Stella.

Meanwhile, another maid left the drawing room to summon the Marchioness of Amaranth.

With the acquiescence of those around them, the violence stopped when Stella’s hands began to tingle.

Stella snorted and was out of breath.

Maybe it was out of anger at receiving a harsh criticism, or maybe it’s because she was out of breath from hitting.

Not long after the commotion, a sophisticated lady with rosy hair and sky-blue eyes arrived at the drawing room.

The ‘real’ Arwen’s mother, Marchioness Maeve Amaranth.

Maeve’s eyes glanced at Lydia carelessly.

Tousled blonde hair, bruised cheeks, bleeding lips…….

The look in her eyes was just dull, without a trace of pity.

It was only natural, because she was an illegitimate child of her husband.

However, a little tension was reflected in the cold sky-blue eyes.

It was because Lydia had to attend a garden party next week pretending as Arwen.

Well, it would have been resolved if they give money to the doctor and ask him to heal any visible wounds.

Maeve passed by Lydia and walked over to Stella.

The maid had told that ‘the illegitimate child, and the niece were quarrelling’.

Maeve looked at her niece.

As expected, she couldn’t find any scratches on Stella.

The hand that hit Lydia was just a little red.

Maeve sighed and rebuked Stella.

“What’s wrong with you, Stella? I can’t believe you’re hurting her face a week before the garden party.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt.
I was reckless.
Even if she criticised me, I should have endured it.”

“Well, that’s fine, it happened inside the house.
But in public, you can’t make the same mistake as today before any ‘official occasions.”

“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”

There were only criticisms and apologies for ‘carelessness’ between aunt and niece.

Naturally, the apology for Lydia, who was beaten, was not mentioned at all and was left out.

If the Marchioness of Amaranth had decided to finish this issue like this then, that would be it.

Lydia resigned as usual.

Because, she didn’t expect to be treated fairly at the first place.

* * *

The next day.

Lydia looked at herself in the mirror and sighed softly.

No matter how much ice packs and makeup she put on, her bare, swollen cheeks could not be covered.
It looks like it’s been squeezed by someone without mercy.

If Lydia were to go out or an outside guest visited the marquis’ residence, the marchioness would have called the doctor to heal her.

But Maeve didn’t.

She hoped that the illegitimate child would suffer the pain for a little longer. 

Probably, before few days of the garden party they will get her scars healed.

This tactic was brilliant and smart but not from the point of view of the person who was being beaten.

Just because you get used to it doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain.

Most of all, it was hopeless as no one cared about her situation.

Even his biological father, Marquis Kyle Amaranth, felt no affection or compassion for Lydia.
Rather, he gladly gave up Lydia so that his wife could express her anger to her heart’s content.
Then, the marchioness won’t complain to her husband.

As long as Lydia is breathing, it doesn’t matter.

Her biological father doesn’t pay attention to her in the house.
It was hard to expect someone else to step forward for Lydia.

Didn’t her fiancé, Duke Sihon Blair, ignored her indirect request for help?

If so, I come to the conclusion that I have to get out of the marquis on my own.

But in what way?

The corners of my eyes fluttered in embarrassment.

However, this place is not a place where you can comfortably show your tears.

Because if the marquis lady or employees found out I was crying, she would only get criticized.

Lydia roughly wiped her eyes, took a few deep breaths to make up her mind.

Put away your stupid expectations and useless self-pity.

How long has it been since she pitied herself like that?

Outside, she could hear the employees rushing and running around.
It seemed that an unexpected visitor had arrived.

Lydia, who had not made any significant connections in the social world yet, had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Probably a guest of the Marquis, the Marchioness, or the eldest son.

She guessed so and ignored the noise outside, but why was the noise getting louder and louder…….

“Is the Marquis of Amaranth not very pleased with my visit?”

“How could that be? However, it’s such a sudden visit, so I wasn’t prepared to welcome the guests…”

It was getting closer.

“Ah, don’t worry about that matter.
As an uninvited guest who visited without earlier notice, I am fully aware of this.
So don’t bother me anymore and get out of the way..”

By the way, the cold and inconsiderate tone seems very familiar.

No way, Lydia turned towards the door with a puzzled face.

At that moment, she snapped out of trance when she met the purple eyes through the open door.