Unforgivable Love

Chapter 1

I came into this book with a mission: to kill Eric, the Marquis of Northern Yan.

"Lilah, I love you."

Fireworks exploded across the sky in celebration. I looked down at Eric, who was kneeling on one knee. The knife hidden in my sleeve hesitated.

"Will you marry me and be my wife, to share a lifetime together?"

"Yes."

The system's alarm echoed in my mind repeatedly, but I still agreed without hesitation.

But reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Lilah, as Eric's wife, you have been childless for three years. You should gracefully step aside for someone more deserving."

"Alright."

I agreed with a faint nod, just as I had agreed to marry him back then.

That night, a fire engulfed my courtyard, taking me away from my misery.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he proposed.

But this time, he cried and said, "Lilah, don't leave."

My hands shook as I lifted the bucket, threw the rope into the well, and struggled to pull it up.

Day after day, I lived like this, without any maids or servants. I had to do everything myself, and I had long since gotten used to it.

The constant lack of nutritious food had made my hands thin and frail.

I numbly dropped the heavy bucket onto the ground.

Fetching water was a daily task; without it, there would be no water to drink or wash with.

"Host, do you regret it?"

The system's cold mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

I could only manage a bitter smile without saying a word.

Regret? Of course, I regretted it. But where in the world can you buy a cure for regret?

"Lilah! The Williams family has fallen. Now, you're nothing but a lost dog!"

Eric, the Marquis of Northern Yan, flaunted his mistress in front of me.

I, who was once his legally wedded wife, brought into his home with all the traditional pomp, was now trampled underfoot by a mistress.

In just a few short years of marriage, my father, mother, and both sides of my family had all fallen into ruin.

In Evregan, I was probably forgotten by everyone.

The once bright and bold me had gradually been worn down by life in the inner courtyard, my sharp edges dulled.

"As Eric's wife, you have been childless for three years. Naturally, you should step down and make way for someone else."

He tenderly caressed the belly of the woman beside him, his tenderness towards her a stark contrast to his impatience with me, almost painful to witness.

"Alright."

I stood by the bucket, dressed in rough, coarse cloth.

I didn't struggle or resist, perhaps because I had already accepted my fate.

In the past three years, he might have been kind to me initially, but as time passed, he grew increasingly impatient, often staying out all night. His coldness and neglect made others look down on me even more.

Rumors had long been circulating in Evregan: Eric kept a mistress outside.

I had always known, but I never thought he would bring her before me and force me to leave.

But he had begged me back then.

At the Lantern Festival, under the dazzling fireworks, witnessed by everyone, how could he forget so easily?

Oh, no, perhaps I was the only one who remembered.

That night, I sent away all the maids and servants in the courtyard, took a candle and set the entire courtyard on fire.

I stood in the firelight, listening to the cries of the maids and servants. The last thing I saw was Eric rushing over, his face a mask of shock.

Finally, I was free.

In the end, I had failed in this world.