When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 5
“Yes, Miss…….”
Mirabel, who had been mechanically continuing her reply, stopped.
She was just as heartbroken as Liz over this incident.
She didn’t know why, but the young lady—who usually regarded every man except Cain as cold as stone—had finally gathered the courage to commit to marriage, only for this to happen.
Mirabel felt she absolutely could not forgive that scoundrel, whether he was Rubent or Event.
But aside from that……
“You still must get married, of course. Madam said she’ll surely find you a suitable young gentleman this time. In fact, an appointment might already be set for tomorrow.”
Mirabel spoke the truth.
Not long after the incident, her mother had summoned Liz to her chambers.
“Though this turn of events is unfortunate, let’s consider it a blessing in disguise.”
“A blessing in disguise……?”
Liz quietly repeated those words.
Her mother then spoke with firm conviction.
“Yes, just think—what if you’d married that man without knowing? It’s fortunate you found out before the wedding; afterward, there’d be no turning back.”
That was true.
Liz agreed with her mother.
No matter how much she longed to build a family, she couldn’t possibly accept a husband who already had a consort. She simply wasn’t that magnanimous.
“Count Barloise has sent a formal proposal. He recently inherited his title and is managing his domain with great ambition. This time, we’ve thoroughly investigated him, so there won’t be any unpleasant surprises like last time.”
“……Did you really check thoroughly?”
Liz narrowed her eyes as she questioned her mother.
Knowing her mother’s tendency toward carelessness, she couldn’t help but harbor doubts.
“I’m absolutely certain this time. Or should I ask your uncle to look into it?”
Her mother brought up her uncle.
Liz’s maternal uncle, Count Clemens, had worked until a few years ago as an administrative officer for the imperial household, gathering extensive information on most nobles—their finances, romantic entanglements, even their drinking habits.
After retiring, he’d leveraged that expertise to arrange perfectly matched marriages between heirs and heiresses of great noble houses, achieving resounding success. Alongside his growing reputation as a matchmaker, he’d also amassed a tidy commission.
Yes. If only they’d entrusted him from the start, today’s mistake could have been avoided. But—
“No, it’s fine.”
Was it pride?
Liz simply didn’t want to involve relatives—it somehow felt beneath her.
“In any case, this time we’ll push everything through straight to the wedding, so keep that in mind. I should tell the butler to send word ahead to Veronica the dressmaker. We must start fitting your wedding gown immediately.”
Her mother pressed forward as if failure weren’t even a possibility.
But Liz, having already tasted failure once, felt differently.
“Isn’t it too soon?”
They didn’t even know how things would turn out……
“Too soon? Do you have any idea how famous that dressmaker is? Some young ladies book appointments right after their coming-of-age ceremonies—if they wait, they can’t get a gown at all.”
Then again, wasn’t that the opposite problem—being too late?
Ugh. Whatever.
Just do as you please.
“Then I’ll head back to my room now.”
With those words, Liz took her leave from her mother’s chambers.
Back in her room, Liz pulled out her embroidery hoop, hoping to distract herself from her troubled thoughts. Nothing cleared the mind like simple, repetitive labor. She placed her hands on the hoop to finish embroidering a rose only half-bloomed. At that moment—
“Ouch!”
She jerked her hand back from the sharp sting at her fingertip.
She’d forgotten there was another needle stuck in the frame.
A tiny bead of crimson blood welled at the tip of her index finger.
Pressing firmly beneath it with her thumb, the droplet slowly grew larger.
As she watched, a sudden sense of foreboding washed over her.
She recalled a superstition: if you prick your finger and bleed before finishing your embroidery, your wedding will be called off.
In her past life, Liz had been a firm believer in superstitions.
Before important exams, she never ate seaweed soup, and she always trimmed her nails only on Tuesdays.
Once, she’d absentmindedly cut them on a Friday—and shortly afterward, the man she’d pined for four years completely abandoned her.
“Ah, it’s just a superstition.”
Liz tried hard to reassure herself.
Yet the creeping anxiety made her interpret even the smallest omen as a harbinger of misfortune.
And, as it turned out, her anxiety was justified.
Count Barloise jilted her.
After waiting two hours with no sign of him, she received only a single letter delivered by his servant.
“After much careful deliberation, I hope you’ll kindly accept my decision. No matter how I reflect upon it, I find myself utterly unworthy of someone as beautiful and noble as Lady Berium. Realizing this truth has weighed heavily upon me. Truly, your radiance dazzles me so intensely that I fear my very presence might dim your light—or worse, erase the smile from your face. Therefore, I implore you to seek someone who can cherish you and make you shine even brighter……”
Though the letter was filled with elaborate excuses, it essentially meant:
“Can’t meet today. Won’t be meeting ever again.”
Furious, her mother raged that she’d sever all business ties with the Barloise family. Mirabel was even more incensed.
“That utterly despicable wretch……”
But Liz herself remained strangely detached.
She’d vaguely anticipated this ever since pricking her finger with the embroidery needle—or rather, since learning that Young Lord Rubent already had a consort.
This probably wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened. It might keep occurring over and over.
At this point, she even wondered whether it was truly coincidence—or perhaps inevitability disguised as chance.
Could it be that fate had already decreed her path?
A destiny where she’d never experience love and would simply meet her end.
As this thought settled in, the hopeful light that had brightened Liz’s face just days ago dimmed into shadow.
Her once-burning determination now seemed reduced to nothing but cold ash.
Seeing Liz lose confidence and slump her shoulders after repeated broken engagements, Mirabel offered comfort.
“Miss, please don’t worry. This time, Madam will surely bring you someone truly worthy.”
Mirabel fretted, fearing her mistress might give up on marriage altogether.
In truth, Liz was nearly at that point—but seeing Mirabel so distressed, she knew she couldn’t say it aloud.
“You’re the one who shouldn’t worry. I’m fine.”
At Liz’s words, Mirabel let out a small sigh of relief.
Then, glancing at the clock, she clapped her hands suddenly.
“Oh dear, look at me—completely forgot it’s teatime! Miss must be hungry. I’ll go fetch some tea and refreshments right away.”
After Mirabel left, Liz wiped the forced smile clean from her face. Frowning, she thought to herself:
Am I asking for too much?
No, I’m not even asking to become Crown Princess—I know that role belongs to Lilia.
All I ever wanted was to be a loving wife and mother to someone. Is that truly an impossible dream?
Why is marriage, something others manage so easily, so unbearably difficult for me?
Her chest tightened. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. She needed fresh air—perhaps a cool breeze outside would help.
She couldn’t wait for Mirabel to return. Liz rose from her wheelchair and took a few slow steps across the room.
Her body felt much lighter than the other day. Today, she believed she could make it all the way down the stairs without anyone’s help.
Carefully gripping the corridor wall, she made her way to the staircase, then firmly grasped the banister with both hands and took one step down.
‘Got it!’
Unlike before, her legs didn’t tremble much. At the very least, she could manage more than just one step.
She successfully reached the landing one floor below. Just one more floor to go before the lobby. As she turned the corner of the stairwell and lifted her foot to take another step……
“Miss!”
Hearing that unwelcome voice, Liz’s face and body stiffened instantly.
Damn it. Of all days, she didn’t want to run into him today.
“Going for another stroll?”
Cain approached with a cheerful smile, his voice tinged with genuine delight.
But Liz felt no joy at all.
“……Yeah.”
She answered curtly without even looking at him, then quickly added, fearing he’d offer to escort her:
“I’ve regained quite a bit of strength lately. I think I can manage the stairs more easily than last time.”
Yet despite her efforts, he said exactly what she’d dreaded most.
“Then I’ll help you down.”
“No, really, it’s fine.”
Liz waved her hands dismissively to refuse.
“Just go take care of your own business.”
Had she been too rude?
Cain’s smile faded slightly. His eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness. Liz flinched inwardly.
If fate truly couldn’t be changed—if those destined to die would meet their end no matter what—then perhaps her fate wasn’t to die for meddling with the female lead, but rather to be killed by this man while acting overly smug.
Just as she stood there flustered and at a loss, salvation came in the form of a clear, gentle voice.
“Cain.”
Liz turned toward the sound.
There stood a golden-haired woman with snow-pale skin and emerald eyes, exuding an aura as noble and pure as a single narcissus blossom.
The novel’s heroine—Lilia.
Lilia Berium.
One year younger than Liz, she was the half-noble daughter of Marquis Berium and a tenant farmer’s daughter within the marquisate.
Her birth mother had been merely eighteen when she conceived her. Liz had seen her only once, around age five, when visiting the estate with her father. She’d been puzzled—Lilia hadn’t seemed strikingly beautiful enough to captivate her father.
Only much later did she understand:
For noble men, a commoner woman’s beauty wasn’t the decisive allure.
Even modest looks could inspire deep affection, given the fresh perspective born of class differences and just the right timing.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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Chapter Comments (1)
Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.
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“Cain, shouldn’t you take care of your master first? Isn’t that what a servant i
Their shocks is understandable considering her 180° change
“I won’t go to that matchmaking meeting.”
Already traumatized??? The ML was only just starting on his scheme
“Ugh! It’s nothing. Dreams are always weird anyway.”
Urghhhh why? Why delude yourself. there were already numerous sign you saw her duplicity but your keep denying it.
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agustus_orchid
Liz, how about we run away to the countryside?
Cain might find you in the countryside.
Liz, should you run away to another empire?
agustus_orchid
Dropping blood on embroidery is considered unlucky.
I think it’s Cain who brings bad luck.
agustus_orchid
Is Liz’s uncle a matchmaker?
I hope he finds a good guy for Liz. 🙏🏻
agustus_orchid
Liz, this guy won’t do either.
I guess Cain will stop him.