No, It was My Fault for Loving You

nk, Natalia?”

After saying this, Alejandro sat Natalia down in the chair again and spread a document on the table, which he pulled out from his breast pocket.

…

The carriage rattles along.

They were now in a carriage on their way to the Marquise of Reinalpha.

At least, that’s what I instructed the carriage to go.
Natalia, who was still sane, was going to deliver the medicine.

When we got to the Reinalpha house, I gave the coachman an instruction, and let him go to my mansion.

While thinking about this, Alejandro checked the expression on Natalia’s face as she sat next to him.

Her eyes were terribly blank.

Seeing this, Alejandro confirmed that the drug is working.

Alejandro’s fingers brushed against Natalia’s face, her eyes unfocused.

…stupid and naive Natalia.

I wonder when you will learn to listen to me properly?

Alejandro muttered to himself.

He told her about the development of a new medicine and was one of the first to order it.

He told Natalia about it and crushed any of her remaining hope.

If she gave up being that man’s future wife, he would have given her his signed marriage certificate he had prepared for her, and that would be the end of it.
That was the way it was supposed to be.

And yet Natalia refused.

She should not have refused.

Alejandro’s brow furrowed as he recalled their earlier exchange at the café.

— “Thank you.
You said that out of concern for me.
But I’m fine.”

— “Alejandro is the heir to a respectable trading company.
I’m sure you’ll find a nice bride.”

— “I can’t take advantage of you like this, I am very sorry.”

Don’t be ridiculous.

If I let you go now, you will go back to that man.

And this time you will belong to him.

The medicine Alejandro showed was real, unmistakably a cure for Beatrice’s illness.

But its potency is so strong that Beatrice’s body cannot withstand it now.

Alejandro was briefed by a pharmacist in Drieste, where he had ordered it.

He said that unless the patient has regained some strength, the medicine will only shorten their life span in the end.

Now Beatrice is in no condition to take the medicine.
In other words, even if she took the medicine with her, she would not be able to take it.

Then it’s obvious what will happen: in a few weeks, Beatrice will die at the end of her illness, and the position of wife of her beloved man Leopold will be vacant.

If that happens, things will be as that dxmned Beatrice said.

ーーー “Natalia is to be married to Leopold as his second wife.”

I won’t allow it, I won’t allow it, I won’t allow it.

To prevent this, he informed Natalia of the medicine she could not take.

In despair, Natalia gives up her marriage to Leopoldo and has her sign the marriage deed with Alejandro.

And in a few weeks, I would have created the perfect situation where she was already the wife of another man, Alejandro, even though the position of wife of the man she loved, Leopold, was now vacant.

The despair of knowing this, the tears that are shed at that moment.

I wanted to see that.
I wanted that.

And yet, this toy…

In frustration, he grabbed Natalia by her chin and turned her toward him.

I won’t allow you to run away from me, Natalia/Milch.

Alejandro whispered in Natalia’s ear as the effects of the suggestion drug he had mixed into her drink made her feel faint.

— “Your best friend has betrayed your trust.
The medicine has been developed, and that b***h will no longer give up being that man’s wife.”

— “That woman chose to save herself and leave you to the depths of despair.”

Natalia’s eyes flicker.

Then tears welled up in her eyes.

Without caring, Alejandro continued to whisper.

— “Poor Natalia.
Betrayed by her best friend and her lover.”

There’s nothing left for you.

There’s nothing left.