After Seven Years, I Left the Earl Who Chose My Stepsister

Seven years after I married Count Chris Talbot in my stepsister's place, Lucy, who had run off with another man, returned. Around Chris, she was still as innocent and romantic as ever. At the banquet, Lucy threw herself into my husband's arms, clutching a glass bottle full of sea sand. “Chris, I've collected sand from every place I've visited. “I've been waiting so long to see you again. “You said if I ever came back, you'd marry me. Right?” As I watched them, I thought of everything we had survived together. Surely Chris would know where to draw the line. But right there, on our anniversary, he bent his head toward her and announced that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The guests erupted into chatter. “So the current Countess is the other woman.” “No wonder a girl from the slums got to marry the Earl.” Chris met my eyes. “Lily, she just got back. She needs this position more than you do. “It's just a matter of status. You were born a slave, after all. Why should you care about something like that?” At those words, everything became clear. I took out the rune-engraved communication stone. “Arthur, didn't you say you wanted to steal me away? “I can't wait for you to arrive in Borgirota.”