Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 83
When she entered Izar’s office just now, Freesia found several letters spread out on his desk. The colorful envelopes clearly indicated they were invitations.
‘So many have arrived, yet he does not respond. It’s even worse in this life.’
After marriage, a man typically attends various events with his wife. If accompanying is difficult, the women of the household are encouraged to participate in various events.
In the past, Electra and Freesia were the latter, showing our faces and suffering so much our legs barely healed, but they had learned a lot.
But what does it mean when neither is done this time?
‘Has Izar become more detached from me than in his previous life?’
Suddenly, her throat tightened.
If he had been consistently cruel from the beginning, it wouldn’t have hurt so much. But hadn’t he called her to his bedroom and personally tended to her wounds before…
It was more dizzying and cruel to strike after applying ointment than hitting a sore spot directly.
Above all, if he excludes her from social circles like this, will he ever take her to imperial events in the future?
‘This is not the time to be pleased that the Elder Madam is absent. How foolish.’
With a troubled heart, Freesia quietly scolded herself.
At least with the Elder Madam around, she might have been encouraged to engage in social activities. But she did not want to beg to be attached to someone who would whip her every time her ‘husband’ was away.
‘I’m not so great that I can endure pain out of choice, even if I’m used to it.’
After all, what’s done is done.
‘What should I do in this situation? Let’s think of a practical approach.’
Before attending an imperial event, she should show herself in noble gatherings at least once.
And at those gatherings, she needs to prove impeccable in appearance and manners to ensure she could accompany him to the palace without issues.
Trying to forget the chilly rebukes she had just heard from Izar, Freesia focused on planning ahead, but her gaze fell on a pair of shiny leather shoes in the corridor.
“…?”
“Madam.”
“Ah, Lord Karoli.”
Just as he had flinched and passed by when she was leaving the office.
“If you need to see His Grace again, his room is still open.”
“…I came to greet you instead of His Grace, Madam.”
“Me?”
Although they had politely greeted each other passing in the castle, this man didn’t usually approach her first.
“Did you hear what His Grace just said?”
“…Yes.”
<It’s obvious how much of a burden she is to this family.>
Izar’s words echoed vividly in Freesia’s mind the same moment she looked up at Charles’s face.
“If you did, I have a request.”
“Please go on.”
“Please don’t create more trouble for His Grace.”
“What…?”
“You must be finding this marriage challenging too. And I know you are a wise person.”
“…”
“So, please, I ask this for your own comfort as well.”
Freesia glanced indifferently at Charles.
‘So… that’s how he nicely warns me.’
Freesia wasn’t clueless enough not to get the hint. Stop bothering Izar, or it’ll make your future difficult.
Pretty much what he meant.
This man, while polite on the surface, was one of those who had slandered Freesia before her death.
‘Not to the extent of obscene gossip, but still.’
<That person is nothing but a blemish on His Grace’s honor.>
This man was consistent. He always saw Freesia as someone who’s just a mere stain that would tarnish Izar and the household.
But such people had been countless in both her past and present lives. It was better to spend her energy elsewhere than to try changing the mind of such a person.
“Lord Karoli. I’ve never forgotten how I lived in the domain, but I am also a daughter of the Antares Duchy.”
Nevertheless, her tolerance did not mean she wanted to be trampled upon.
Freesia gave the pale-faced man a reminder of her dreadful status, showing that the Antares family, despite appearances, was a high-ranking one well-attached to the Imperial Court.
“And I promise, I will no longer be a burden to Arcturus.”
On the contrary, she would restore honor to the family in a way that no one else in this family could.
Freesia moved on without waiting for Charles’s reply.
‘I nearly wavered, but I’m glad.’
She could not let herself be hurt by her twenty-three-year-old husband’s changing attitude.
If she did, then she would just struggle each and every day of her remaining 255 days.
