I Supported My Fiancé for 10 Years After He Said, 'Let's Get Married When I Succeed,' but When He Finally Did, He Dumped Me. By the Way, I'm a Witch and Turning 30 Next Year!! - Episode 12

I quickly pushed thoughts of Rymer to the back of my mind and focused on setting up the magical bathtub first.

As I climbed the stairs, I suddenly noticed something—it was narrower than I had expected.

“If that’s the case, carrying the bathtub up to the second floor might have been difficult.”

The windows were small too, so bringing it in from outside would have been hard. I was really glad I had decided to buy a storage bag.

Together with Merv Maple, who offered to help, I went up to the second floor and applied a waterproofing liquid to the floor.

Merv Maple handed me a brush that Rymer used to spread egg wash when making his favorite pies.

I would never bake pies for him again, and the brush was old anyway, so I used it without hesitation.

“Wow, amazing! It dries right after I apply it!”

The quick-drying feature was real. Merv Maple helped by using a handmade brush made of twigs and leaves.

We worked together, and the task was done in no time.

“Alright, that should do it.”

I tested it by spilling some water. The floor repelled the water completely, preventing it from soaking in.

After leaving it for a few seconds, the water evaporated on its own.

Not having to wipe it up was incredibly convenient.

“This item is amazing!”

Tiles can develop mold, but with the waterproof coating, maintenance would be easy.

I truly felt I had made a great purchase.

Next, I flipped over the storage bag and set up the bathtub.

Just as Gata had taught me, I thought about the bathtub while turning the storage bag upside down, and it actually appeared.

It landed exactly where I had imagined, so there was no need to move it.

“It looks so big inside the house.”

“It’s impressive!”

Since I had already run into Rymer, I still felt uncomfortable.

Taking a bath would surely refresh me.

I decided to fetch some herbs from the basement to make a medicinal bath.

Feeling irritated, I chose lemon balm, lavender, and peppermint to help calm my nerves.

I tore the dried herbs into small pieces and placed them in a gauze bag.

Then, I prepared a magic potion for fatigue recovery and went up to the second floor.

Following Gata’s instructions, I placed a magic stone in the bathtub and traced the spell with my fingertip.

In an instant, the tub filled with hot water.

I added the herb bag and the magic potion, completing the medicinal bath.

After closing the curtains, I undressed and soaked up to my shoulders.

“Ahhh, this feels great.”

The pleasant scent of herbs relaxed me, and the magic potion’s fatigue-reducing effect worked perfectly.

I could drink the fatigue recovery potion directly, but adding it to the bath worked just as well.

While soaking, I washed my body with my prized herbal soap.

It didn’t lather much, but its cleansing power was unbeatable.

It also had a mild scent and effectively removed body odor.

In high society, strongly scented, foamy soaps were popular, but I preferred my good old herbal soap.

“Phew…”

I let the soapy water evaporate and rinsed off with fresh hot water.

Unlike other soaps, herbal soap rinsed off completely in one go.

Foamy soaps always left a slimy residue no matter how much I rinsed, which felt unsatisfying, so I stopped using them.

Many customers felt the same, saying they loved the refreshing clean it provided.

The bathtub also had a built-in drying function, so I didn’t need a towel.

With my long hair, having it dry instantly was incredibly convenient.

“This is the best!”

My frustration from arguing with Rymer faded, and I felt much better.

After a short rest, I decided to start making dinner.

“Oh, right. Merv Maple said he put the things Rymer brought in the pantry.”

I wondered how much he had brought. Feeling a little suspicious, I headed downstairs.

In the pantry, there was only one unfamiliar wooden crate.

When I opened the lid, I found it packed with jars of preserved food that I had made for Rymer.

“He went through the trouble of carrying such heavy things?”

I had to thank Merv Maple for carrying it all the way from the back entrance to the pantry.

Since my days were always busy, I couldn’t always make elaborate meals.

On rushed days, I relied on these homemade preserved foods.

There were jars of stewed tomatoes, white asparagus, pickled red turnips, fish in oil, liver pâté, syruped apricots, apple jam, peach compote, and more.

Rymer used to scoff at my food preservation efforts, calling them “cheap and pathetic,” but he never even noticed when he ate meals made from them.

Looking back, the more I thought about it, the more I realized what a selfish and awful man Rymer was.

But it was all over now.

Getting angry over him or blaming myself for not realizing it sooner would just be a waste of time.

“Alright, let’s cook!”

I shook off my thoughts and started preparing the meal.

Apparently, while I was bathing, Merv Maple had washed the new pots and cutlery I had bought.

“Splash, splash! I washed them!”

“Thank you, Merv Maple.”

I sautéed garlic in olive oil until crispy, then removed it.

Next, I seared chicken, onions, green peppers, and bell peppers before adding the stewed tomatoes.

I seasoned it with thyme, rosemary, salt, and pepper, then let it simmer for a while.

Once it was done, I plated the tomato stew in a deep dish and topped it with the crispy garlic.

The smell of garlic was strong, but I could just take an odor-neutralizing medicine afterward, so it wasn’t a problem.

I enjoyed it with some fresh bread from the market.

“Mmm, delicious!”

Rymer used to complain that I shouldn’t cook with garlic because the smell would linger at his workplace.

Even though I told him there were deodorizing pills, he never believed me.

But despite that, he would eat garlic-heavy dishes at drinking parties and come home reeking of it.

It was completely hypocritical.

And if I ever pointed it out, he would just get angry, so I kept quiet.

“Wait—!”

I realized I had been thinking about Rymer again.

That just showed how many memories of him I still carried.

Back then, I couldn’t express my frustration, so I had no choice but to accept whatever he said.

Maybe letting out my anger now was part of the healing process.

So, while finishing my meal, I thought to myself:

“Rot in hell, you big-mouthed loser!”

The food was delicious, but I wondered if serving a garlic-heavy dish for lunch was a good idea.

As long as I served deodorizing tea afterward, it should be fine.

I decided to keep it as a menu option.