Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 181

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3. Olivia and Livien Count
Olivia let out a scoff upon hearing the anecdote about Calaudin and Matilda.
“Why does everyone insist on making life so difficult for themselves?”
Olivia spoke while idly swinging her elegantly crossed leg.
“If you hate something, you hate it. Why all this consideration and fuss? And Matilda endured that for three years?”
Her eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
“If it were me, I would have torn the lips off a seventeen-year-old Calaudin for speaking so familiarly to another woman.”
Laria and Calaudin felt a chill run down their spines.
“How convenient? Never having to hear such jokes again. Two birds with one stone.”
Laria carefully asked in response to such a drastic solution.
“Then what would you have done in Ludba’s case?”
“He had a headache but was enduring it to see Matilda? Then I would have blown his head clean off so he couldn’t bear it anymore.”
It was a straightforward solution.
Olivia continued speaking while languidly fanning herself with her leopard fan.
“In the end, he just showed his displeasure ambiguously and did nothing, and then he committed the act anyway.”
At her words, Calaudin’s complexion darkened considerably.
Because there was no clear evidence, because others stopped him, because everyone condemned it as “pathetic obsession,” he had endured and let it pass.
But Ludba ultimately extended his claws toward young Evan.
“When you feel negatively about your spouse, you must nip it in the bud from the start. Wrongdoing perpetuates across generations.”
Olivia delivered her conclusion with a cold expression.
At her insightful words, Laria slowly nodded her head.
Then she carefully asked.
“Then you must never have experienced such conflicts throughout your marriage?”
“Oh, absolutely not.”
Olivia spoke while crossing her arms.
“What married couple doesn’t have even such trivial conflicts? When we were newlyweds, something happened….”
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After her marriage, Olivia departed for Rivien Viscount’s Domain.
And not long after, she began earning the reputation of “the Villain of Livien.”
Three months passed in this manner.
It was the night Olivia returned from enthusiastically attending an eastern noble’s banquet and caused quite a scene.
Livien Count lay quietly weeping in bed.
“…Toto?”
Livien Count’s name was Toniard, and Olivia would call him by the affectionate nickname “Toto.”
“Why are you sniveling?”
Olivia spoke harshly on the surface, but internally thought, “So it’s come to this.”
Because in all her life, she had never met someone who could endure her for long.
She had behaved so outrageously since arriving in the east, just as she had in the Capital, that she wondered if Livien Count had finally come to regret the marriage.
‘That’s right…. Three months is enough time for the honeymoon phase to wear off.’
Livien Count had always blushed shyly, saying he loved watching Olivia when she was angry and cursing.
Of course, Olivia knew better than anyone that this wasn’t normal.
‘Have I finally developed some common sense?’
Olivia sighed, arms crossed, and settled onto the edge of the bed.
She had never actually imagined she could get married.
Conforming her life to someone else’s expectations had always been impossible for her.
Livien Count was adorable and wonderful, but that didn’t mean she could suppress her true nature and live a lie.
From the very beginning of her marriage to Livien Count, she’d thought, ‘If things go wrong, we’ll just divorce. So what.’
“Sob, sniff… My lady, I heard that at Haolo Viscount’s banquet today… sniff, you grabbed Haolo Viscount by the collar…”
“That was… well, yes, I did.”
Olivia scratched her chin as she answered.
Now that she thought about it, she vaguely recalled hearing that Haolo Viscount was a very close friend of Livien Count.
She’d certainly known that fact well enough until she arrived at Haolo Viscount’s estate…
“But that bastard was being so disgustingly inappropriate with the maid. Sure, she was his own maid, but I can’t stand watching that kind of behavior. No matter how close a friend you are.”
“Not only did you grab his collar… you also looked him in the eye and said, ‘If you want to throw a punch, go ahead,’ didn’t you…? Sniff, how could you do such a thing?”
Livien Count spoke through his sobs.
“Of course, if he’d actually thrown a punch, I was planning to throw two back. No, wait, that’s not the point!”
Olivia rolled her eyes and muttered before quickly shifting her approach.
“You didn’t know I was like this? You didn’t know?! But now that we’re actually married, it doesn’t seem right? Does it?”
Livien Count looked at Olivia with wounded eyes and cried out.
“…Yes! I didn’t know!”
How was that even possible! She’d treated him the exact same way!
Just as Olivia was about to sigh and curse, it happened.
“That you would… grab another man by the collar like that… tell him to throw a punch if he wanted to… that you wouldn’t cherish our memories so…”
Livien Count clutched the blanket tightly, speaking with a wounded tone.
“How could you recreate our first meeting with another man like that!”
Suddenly, Olivia’s eyes lost focus.
So… the point that had upset Livien Count was…?
“I asked several of my servants about this.”
Livien Count spoke through his sobs.
“I asked them what they thought about recreating the exact same actions and words from your first meeting with your spouse with another man. They all said that wasn’t right!”
Olivia had never been at a loss for words quite like this before.
Now that she thought about it, when she’d first spoken to Livien Count, she’d grabbed his collar and said something like, ‘If you want to throw a punch, throw one!’
“Back then, I was so thrilled… waaaah.”
Livien Count was overwhelmed with sorrow again and wept bitterly, while Olivia let out a stifled laugh.
So this was jealousy, then?
“Hahahaha! Fine, fine! Come here, Toto! I was wrong!”
This was a historic moment.
The words “I was wrong” had actually come from Olivia’s mouth.
“Hahahaha! I won’t grab any man by the collar again. Instead, I’ll beat them with a fan. How’s that?”
“Sniff, sniff. Please don’t do that again.”
“Yes, yes! If you want to hit me, go ahead! But if you do, I’ll kill you! Does that make you feel better? Hmm?”
Olivia had never lost an argument with anyone since she was very young.
However, the whimpering Livien Count was so adorable that she had no choice but to let him win.
Livien Count nodded while fidgeting with his fingers.
“…Yes.”
Then he pouted and added.
“Please wipe my tears…”
Olivia giggled and wiped away the tears streaming down Livien Count’s plump cheeks.
There were many ways to throw a tantrum at someone.
Since you didn’t necessarily have to grab them by the collar, she could indulge him to this extent.
As Olivia smiled contentedly, Livien Count scrambled to his feet.
Then he grinned and spoke.
“Would you like me to bring you some water? You always drink cold water when you return from going out.”
It was his way of saying his emotions had been fully vented.
“Yes, that’s good.”
Ever since some time ago, whenever Olivia returned, Livien Count would personally fetch water for her.
Olivia loved drinking that water.
But that wasn’t all she loved.
She also loved how Livien Count would gently stroke her hair when she woke up in the morning.
She loved how he would place her chair in a sunny spot during tea time with affectionate eyes.
She loved how he would carefully describe each day what was different about her compared to yesterday.
And now he was even jealous—how adorable could he be?
As Olivia gazed at Livien Count with delight.
Livien Count suddenly jumped up and dashed over to the window.
“Oh no, I cried so much today… I forgot to change the water for my dear Dangdang.”
Dangdang?
Olivia’s eyes narrowed.
Sure enough, by the window sat a sprouted carrot in a pretty dish.
“What is that?”
“Ah, they said a carrot in the kitchen had sprouted. I brought it before they could throw it away. The little sprout was so pretty. And since you love carrot cake so much, I thought it was a shame for the carrot to be discarded…”
Livien Count answered with a bright smile.
“I stroke the sprout when I wake up in the morning, place it in a sunny spot every day, and tell it how much more it’s grown—and look how beautifully it’s turned out.”
“…”
“I even gave it a name—Dangdang. Isn’t it cute?”
“…”
Olivia glared at Livien Count with displeasure.
“D-do you not like it? Dangdang is… cute though…”
“I personally gave you the pet name Toto, and you’re using that exact same naming format on a carrot?”
“…What?”
“You just applied the exact same pet name format I created exclusively for my spouse to another living thing. Do you not realize how serious this is? Huh?”
Tension began to settle over the bedroom once more.
“And what? You pet it, let it bask in the sun, and tell it how things have changed day by day?”
Olivia flared up in anger and snatched at Carrot’s sprout.
“How could you do that! What, this cursed Dangdang!”
That night, Olivia had sworn she wouldn’t grab another man by the collar, but she immediately seized Carrot’s sprout instead.
* * *
“In the end, I outlived that carrot.”
Having finished her story, Olivia sipped her tea with a smirk.
“After all, living longer is what it means to win. In that sense, I suppose I should have some carrot cake.”
Laria and Calaudin could only fall silent at this shocking anecdote.

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