[✓]My Fiancé is in Love with My Little Sister

Chapter 6

The Second Life – 2

In my second life, among the alternatives I lost, there was the thing called ‘peace.’

           

Although I had sunk to the level of a foolish woman only concerned about Soleil who ran around driven by a violent emotion of deep jealousy, originally, I wasn’t a person who liked disputes. My words were few, I wasn’t eloquent, rather than standing in front of someone, it was more in my nature to step back behind someone and let him protect me. I wonder if it’s possible that, when you’re born and raised as the daughter of a noble, it becomes your natural disposition. An escort always sticks to you, before you can act a maid had already sensed what you want to do and had carried it out. In an emergency case, your life takes precedence over everyone else, you should be protected by either your father or your husband, without doubt you will believe that their large back exist for this purpose.

           

However, Soleil didn’t desire for his wife to be like this. Despite him falling in love with a so frail being, even then, I don’t know if it’s because he was seeking a person able to bear the weight of being a marquis’s wife, but he never allowed me to be a weak existence. I think that was especially the case after we got married. As the figure of a proper husband, while he would encourage me with gentle words, if I were to really ask him to lend me his shoulder, he would show a somewhat disappointed expression.  

           

That was why I had had to become a wife stronger than anyone.

           

The me of the first life, probably had only been a normal woman. The kind of woman you could find anywhere. She may have received the training to become a marquis’s wife, but it can be said it was only such a woman. Regarding her other aspects, she was an ordinary woman to the extend she seemed pathetic. That was why, she would slander the women who got close to Soleil or pick quarrels with them, using these unmistakably poor methods to try to keep them away. The one who had been barking like a weak dog, without doubts, it had been me. I think it was because I clung to the position of being Soleil’s fiancé. With hairs of the plain color of ashes, mediocre features, but without casting away the pride of being an earl’s daughter, by relaying only on my feelings for Soleil, I always stood stock still in the middle of the violent stream called life. For that purpose, I had piled up efforts as thought I would vomit blood. Otherwise, even simply standing would have been difficult.

           

… … In that manner, when I looked back on the me of my first life, I thought this. All the things that happened, didn’t they occur because I had been a weak human being? Because my heart was weak, because I was a daughter who had nothing, I had provided a weak spot for those who looked down on me to take advantage of. Because the situation had been like this, I had been accused of the sin of murdering my own family and lost my life in jail.

           

When I learnt this was my second life, I thought that this time, I must lead it well. Even if I only looked good on the surface. Even if I only became a paper tiger. If, from the perspective of other people I looked like a tiger, those who would attempt an attack would probably disappear.

           

A life that would end in a jail, I didn’t want to experience it again. The person I loved didn’t trust me, my family turned their back on me, the people I considered my friend ignored me once I was thrown in prison. The pathetic woman who could only pray, didn’t receive a single word from them. Even if it had been a lie, it would have been fine. If even one person had told me “I’ll help you”, with only that I would have been saved. The me who had been waiting with all her heart for that single word to be said, had been a pitifully and miserably, irremediably wretched existence. And more than anything, she had been foolish.