Perhaps sensing that something was wrong with me, Isabella gently held my hand.
"Sister, don't be sad, I don't mean anything else."
"I just finally returned home and wanted to catch up with Alexander. We are just friends, and I never thought of taking your family away..."
I pushed Isabella away without leaving a trace.
There was no expression on his face.
"You don't have to rob."
"Because Mrs. Anderson's position was originally yours."
Seven years ago.
Drunk Alexander fell into my arms and called out Isabella's name.
Only then did I understand.
The reason why Alexander, the heir of the Wealthy Anderson Family, is willing to marry me.
Just because I look a bit like my cousin.
In the year when they were most in love, Isabella resolutely gave up everything and went abroad.
She became an outlier in the family, but also became Alexander's first love.
Alexander could not resent his parents for bringing him power and wealth.
Nor can we blame Isabella for pursuing freedom and a better future.
So, he vented all his resentment on me.
Being of noble birth, he disdained quarrels.
Only respond to this marriage with endless indifference and criticism.