My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories

Chapter 52 – Part 2

Florentine had the tendency to trample on the opponent she hated to the point of death. But she had no way of attacking Owen.

So, she came up with a scheme to destroy Lily, who Owen was so obsessed with.

If all went according to plan, by now Lily should have fallen into Lennon Chester’s hands. By now, she should have been horribly broken already.

Florentine noticed that Lennon was uneasy because of the recent rumors that ‘the Valentino Ducal couple’s relationship had gotten better’, and that he couldn’t wait to have Lily in his grasp at any moment.

It was easy to lure him in. Lennon seemed intent on kidnapping Lily and imprisoning her, and Florentine liked the idea of that horrible ending Lily Everett would face.

Seeing Lily so broken mess would make Owen go mad with rage.

He would not be angry because ‘Lily was broken.’

He would be utterly enraged that Lily had been ruined by someone other than himself.

Owen Everett was that kind of monster.

‘…Goddamn Owen… I wanted to see that face contort…’

She hated both Owen and Lily. More than anything, she couldn’t stand the thought that Lily was living a happy life with Duke Valentino because. It annoyed her so damn much.

Florentine was here, suffering like this…

Lily Everett. Who does she think she is?

It was then.

She heard the sound of soft footsteps somewhere. Florentine, immersed in her hatred and self-deprecation, raised her head.

Tadak, tadak. The sound of the low heels hitting the stone floor was light and heavy. Florentine quickly recognized that it was not the prison guard’s gait.

It was Owen.

It was dark everywhere, so she couldn’t see the uninvited guest, but Florentine was certain.

The owner of these languid yet powerful steps was clearly Owen Everett. He always had his own weight and aura, easily recognizable even in the dark.

Tak, the uninvited guest finally stopped in front of Florentine’s solitary cell. A familiar silhouette trembled in the dark behind the bars.

…He seemed to be laughing.

The voice that followed was, of course, Owen’s.

“Ridiculous.”

“…….”

Florentine glared at him fiercely. She couldn’t forgive Owen for treating her like a mere object that he had thrown away, even though she had been so sincere towards him.

She thought that would feel better only if she took everything away from that man’s hands, slowly destroying them one by one.

But there was nothing she could do while imprisoned. Moreover, the fact that she had to face Owen with such a face was unbearably humiliating.

Florentine asked, her body shaking with rage.

“Why are you here?”

The answer came back quickly.

“I came to see my ex-fiancé because I heard she was in jail like a beggar. I want to see Lennon Chester, and I want to see you.”

A small laugh came again. He was laughing at her. Florentine jumped up impatiently. The handcuffs and chains around her wrists and ankles groaned as they rubbed against each other.

“Bastard. Do you think I’ll stay still? The moment I get out of here, I’ll get revenge on all of you! I’m going to destroy Lily Everett as well!”

At that moment, Owen’s eyes changed completely.

His indigo eyes caught a cold chill. The cold air that began to permeate in an instant carved white frost on the walls, floor, and iron bars.

Florentine winced greatly and backed away. Laughing at her blatant display of fear, Owen, with a low sneer, opened the bars and entered the cell.

“How, how did you…”

“Is that important now?”

In Owen’s hand was a set of keys. He waved it in front of Florentine’s eyes, then threw it aimlessly through the bars, out into the hallway.

The sound of metal hitting the stone floor resounded loudly.

In the next moment, Owen, who had closed the distance in an instant, grabbed Florentine by the collar.

“Aaack!”

Florentine, struggling, was lifted high off the ground by Owen. Florentine gasped for air.

“Listen, ex-fiancée.”

“Ggh…!”

“Lily Everett is mine. My possession. I raised her. I made her. I will either save Lily or kill her.”

After he had finished, Owen threw Florentine away roughly.

Rolling on the cold, hard stone floor, Florentine lifted her head, desperately gasping for air. The seeping frost of the floor clung to her body and clothes. Florentine glared ferociously at Owen, who now stood in front of her.

In the thick darkness, his eyes glowed with a malicious glint.

“Crazy bastard…”

Laughing intermittently, Florentine squatted on the floor, pointing at Owen.

“In other words, you’re breaking her. You crazy bastard! Didn’t you think that Lily would hate you?!”

Owen responded with a calm face.

“Well, she might hate me. But.”

He pressed his lips close to Florentine’s ear and whispered in a mirthful voice.

Very kindly, as he did to his fiancée that day in the past.

“You’re right. I will destroy Lily and make her completely mine.”

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