🌹OBSESSED 🌹 (Parfume the series)

❄️08 : Final Words❄️

Her statement in the first sentence was like jumping straight to the climax without any introduction. I swallowed my food with difficulty, starting to hesitate whether I really wanted to know or not. But curiosity had brought me to this point, and there was no turning back now.

I always remember...

The past doesn't matter. The present is the best, and I like who she is now.

"Do you want to hear more?"

"We've come this far, which means you're willing to tell me. So what happens next?"

"You're so curious," she teased, poking my cheek.

"Well, it doesn't really matter. We got married, and after a while, he died. His assets became mine. The end."

"You can't just get to the climax and end the story like that. At the very least, there has to be some story for me to tell. Why you got married, how you felt after you married him, and what happened after he died."

"It's a tragedy. The more I tell it, the more melodramatic it becomes. But if you want to hear it, I'll tell you. After you hear it, you can judge me as you wish."

She clasped her hands together and rested her chin on them, as if she were beginning to reminisce about the past. She continued her story as if it had happened yesterday. I listened intently as I took bites of my food.

Her name was Ann, a beautiful young woman whose parents had placed all their hopes in her, believing that one day she would bring wealth and fortune to the family. But as is typical in the countryside, they expected her to marry someone rich rather than work for it herself because that would take too much time. Eventually, an older, wealthy man in the area took a liking to their daughter, Ann.

Yes, it was her.

She knew from the beginning that she didn't like men, so she strongly opposed being forced into a marriage just for a dowry. But she couldn't go against her parents' wishes. The arguments escalated to the point where she told her parents that this would be the first and last time she would repay their kindness.

Her parents half-listened; as long as their daughter agreed to the marriage, that was enough. So, she decided to marry a man older than her father and live with him, even though his family didn't like her very much.

"But she didn't care."

".... "

"To be honest, I was more interested in the old man's daughters than him. He often tried to seduce me and even tried to sneak into my room, but... well, the mood wasn't good."

She joked and continued the story, describing what it was like to share a life with a man as old as her father. It made her feel sick every day, but she had to endure it. The smell of old age, her helplessness, and her declining health-all of it made her increasingly frustrated because she could never really enjoy herself.

"I even thought about putting herbicide in his food so he would simply die."

"... "

"I wanted to get it over with, but I didn't."

At this point in the story, I looked suspiciously at the bowl of clear soup in front of me. She laughed when she saw me gripping my fork tightly and playfully ruffled my hair.

"There's no herbicide in it. You can eat it."

"I didn't say anything."

"Your eyes give you away."

"So what happened next?"

But not long after, due to his old age and various illnesses, about three years after their marriage, he died of a heart attack. Half of his assets became hers because they were legally married. Even though her relatives tried to contest it in court, they were unsuccessful because the law was on her side. There was no will, and no one could do anything.