I Married the Strongest Magician - Chapter 13

I was frustrated…No—frustrated wasn’t even close to what I truly felt. Sarana had always mocked me. Ever since the day she found out I couldn’t use healing magic…

It was pure humiliation.

Before that, as the next head of the Lysaria family, I had always been the one she looked up to. She had never dared to talk back to me. But now, she looked at me like I was some filthy rag. She took all my glittering dresses and jewelry for herself. All I had left were a few simple dresses.

In high society, people started calling me “damaged goods.” All the men who once admired me turned to Sarana. It seemed she used those amethyst eyes—and her big chest —to seduce them.

Even so, I kept telling myself, she’s still my family. But the one who arranged the engagement with Lord Rolodroa…

…was none other than Sarana herself.

When I found that out, I made a decision. I would take back my pride—with my life if I had to.
I chose revenge.

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“Cherie…You’re wrong…”

“You think I’m wrong? ” I glared at him.

“If I have to throw away my pride and be stepped on, then I’d rather kill and die with honor…and you stopped me from doing that.”

“If you’re dead, pride means nothing.”

“No, I can choose to die with pride.”

“You don’t even know what Magic Boiling Point is…”

Magic… boiling point? What is he even talking about?

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Anyway, let’s go home. 

It’s freezing out here. Come on…”

“I can stand on my own. 

So I got into the carriage and returned to the small mansion on the edge of the city.

I didn’t say anything…

Not a word.

Because I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.