How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 16
“Hah! Whose side are you on right now, sister? Are you taking that tailor’s side over mine?”
“I’m just telling you not to throw a tantrum, Danae. Didn’t they already say that dress already has an owner? If so, just accept it gracefully and choose another one—why get so angry about it?”
“Sister!”
“Think for a moment—how embarrassed must that tailor be right now because of your behavior? Just pick something else. You look lovely in red or peach, after all. That deep violet dress over there would suit you well too. So let’s try on a different dress first, okay?”
I gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to calm her down.
But Danae, already brimming with frustration and stubbornness over things not going her way, was in no mood to be persuaded. She sharply brushed my hand off her shoulder and shouted,
“No! I like that dress—I absolutely must have it!”
“…Danae, please.”
“Ugh, honestly! Stop nagging me, sister! Enough already—I’m buying that dress, no matter what!”
With that, Danae glared fiercely at the tailor and declared,
“How much did you agree to sell that dress to that woman for? I’ll add twenty gold coins on top of that amount—sell it to me instead.”
The tailor’s eyes widened in shock. After all, twenty gold coins was enough for an ordinary townsman to live comfortably for four months. He stammered,
“R-Really…?”
“Yes. Well? Are you starting to consider selling it to me now?”
Danae asked him haughtily. The tailor rolled his eyes as if pondering for a moment, then swallowed hard and replied,
“If… if Your Ladyship can provide the money within three days… I suppose I might be able to part with it…”
“Three days? Nonsense! If it fits me, I can pay you right now—today!”
“Ah! Then please, come this way. Let me hold the dress against you.”
The tailor bowed obsequiously and hurriedly led Danae toward the dress.
My maid Annie and Danae’s maid Emma watched her and whispered quietly to each other.
“Goodness, here we go again. Emma, you must be exhausted.”
“…What can I do? Our young lady’s been like this for ages. That other lady—the original owner of the dress—must feel awful. Imagine having a gown made just for you over months, only to have it snatched away right before your eyes.”
They clicked their tongues and shook their heads.
I watched them and then looked at Danae as she walked off with the dress toward the fitting room, thinking,
‘I warned you and gave you a chance to correct your wrong intentions. Yet here you are, just like in your previous life, about to steal Viscount Miles’s daughter’s dress again.’
In her past life, Danae had indeed taken Lady Miles’s dress.
Admittedly, it hadn’t been under identical circumstances. Back then, when everyone’s attention had focused on Lady Miles for wearing that very dress to her birthday party, Danae—consumed by envy and greed—used her father the Marquis’s influence the next day to forcefully seize it.
Just recalling how much effort I’d put into mediating the near-broken relationship between Viscount Miles and Marquis Uston still gave me a headache.
‘Yes, go on living exactly like this. Never feel sorry for anyone, never reflect on your actions. Keep brazenly taking what belongs to others.’
Because the more you do, the deeper you’ll sink into the trap I’ve laid for you.
I deliberately kept my face expressionless to suppress the smirk threatening to break through.
* * *
Time passed, and it was now the afternoon of the party day.
Right after my late lunch, Annie dragged me to the bathing chamber and then to my dressing table. She combed my hair, fragrant with dried rose petals, pinned it up with an amethyst hairpin, and dressed me in my newly tailored gown.
It was a simple bell-shaped dress in an ivory hue with a faint violet tint. Annie clearly found it too plain and looked displeased, but I pretended not to notice.
Once fully prepared, I picked up the gift box for Lady Miles and headed toward the main house with Annie.
As we entered the garden, Mr. Carter, standing by the carriage, greeted us. Since Leonard and I had arranged to meet at Viscount Miles’s townhouse where the party was being held, I was supposed to ride this carriage with Danae today.
After accepting his escort and stepping into the carriage, I waited briefly—when suddenly, I heard low murmurs of admiration from the servants outside the gate.
Curious, I looked out the window.
Indeed, they had every reason to be awestruck. Danae, in a shimmering silver dress adorned with a large diamond hairpin and necklace shaped like blazing flames, looked dazzlingly beautiful and magnificent.
Watching her stride toward the carriage with the haughtiness of an empress, I said,
“You look especially lovely today, Danae.”
“Thank you, sister. You’re… well… quite pretty too.”
I glanced at my own modest dress and gave her a polite smile in response to her thinly veiled condescension.
* * *
Viscount Miles’s townhouse, located on the outskirts of the capital, was a modest yet charming red-roofed manor.
Our carriage passed through the small central courtyard and pulled up to the front door. The door soon opened, and a middle-aged butler—clearly excited by the stream of guests—welcomed us.
“Welcome! Lady Christine Saphiel Uston, and Lady Danae Rubina Uston…!”
He greeted me warmly as I descended first, but upon seeing Danae step down after me, he fell utterly speechless, staring at her in stunned silence.
He had clearly recognized the dress she was wearing. Pretending not to notice his reaction, I asked him,
“Could you please lead us to the banquet hall where the party is being held?”
“O-Of course! This way, please.”
The flustered butler quickly guided Danae and me toward the right wing of the townhouse. After turning a corner and crossing a corridor, we saw a grand double door—easily three meters wide—flung open to reveal the banquet hall.
As we entered to the guards’ formal announcement of our arrival, every guest already enjoying the festivities turned their eyes toward us.
More precisely, all eyes focused on Danae.
I instinctively stepped back a pace from her, as radiant as a living diamond rose, and silently watched her basking in the admiring gazes.
“Christine!”
At that moment, I heard someone calling my name. It was Leonard.
With his handsome forehead uncovered and clad in a pale ivory formal coat, he looked exceptionally dashing. Smiling warmly, he took my hand and kissed it briefly.
“You’re as lovely as a single violet blossom—my eyes can’t leave you, Christine.”
“…Thank you.”
I forced a small smile and quickly withdrew my hand from his grasp.
Seeing this, he looked slightly disappointed.
“Oh! Viscount!”
Meanwhile, Danae, noticing Leonard beside me from within the crowd, came over to join us.
I watched as Leonard’s expression turned blank upon hearing Danae’s voice, and saw his handsome cheeks and earlobes steadily flush red.
The very man who’d just proclaimed he couldn’t take his eyes off me had his words instantly shattered the moment he laid eyes on Danae.
Danae, seeing Leonard staring at her as if entranced, beamed and said cheerfully,
“Viscount, how long has it been? I hope you’ve been well?”
“…You look truly… breathtaking today, Danae. Absolutely… absolutely…”
Leonard seemed to have forgotten how to speak properly under her radiance.
Watching them—Leonard utterly oblivious to my presence and Danae glowing with delight—I let out a quiet, inaudible scoff. Their behavior filled me with disgust and bitter amusement, and I realized how foolish I’d been in my past life, never suspecting these two despite their blatant affection.
‘Yes—go ahead, both of you. Enjoy this moment to your heart’s content.’
I turned my gaze away from the two locked in each other’s eyes and asked a nearby servant for a cup of tea.
Just then, a commotion broke out around us. Viscount Miles, holding a glass of wine, stepped into the center of the banquet hall with his daughter, Lady Emily Miles—the guest of honor.
I studied the young woman standing beside the Viscount. Lady Emily was petite and slender, with teal-colored hair and slightly bluish-tinged skin—a clear sign of her mixed heritage with the Fuchi tribe.
Wearing a teal gown that complemented her unusual complexion, she looked slightly flushed as she surveyed the crowd gathered for her twentieth birthday celebration. The Viscount gazed fondly at his daughter for a moment before turning to address the guests,
“Thank you all sincerely for coming to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. My daughter would now like to personally offer each and every one of you a glass of wine crafted by our family’s own vintner, as a token of our gratitude. Would you be so kind as to accept it?”
A cheer rose from the crowd.
Encouraged by their response, the Viscount smiled, his face glowing with excitement, and glanced around the room.
He was likely searching for the highest-ranking attendees—Danae, Leonard, and me—to greet us first. Just then, our eyes met. Silently swallowing a bitter sigh, I thought,
‘I’m sorry, Viscount. I’m so sorry, Lady Emily Miles.’
Unaware of my thoughts, the Viscount and his daughter strode confidently toward me. Taking glasses from a servant at their side, they offered me a goblet filled with deep violet wine.
“Thank you for coming, Lady Christine Uston.”
“Not at all. Happy birthday, Lady Emily Miles.”
“Thank you, Lady Christine.”
Emily replied shyly after my congratulatory words. At that moment, a familiar voice cut in,
“Now that sister has received her glass, is it my turn next?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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