Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 182

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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 swung her elegantly crossed legs as she spoke.
“If you hate something, you hate it. Why all this consideration and fuss? And Matilda endured that for three years?”
Her eyes gleamed with something chilling.
“If it were me, I would have torn apart the mouth of a seventeen-year-old Calaudin for speaking so familiarly to another woman.”
Laria and Calaudin felt their spines chill in that moment.
“How convenient—never having to hear such nonsense again. Two birds with one stone.”
Laria asked carefully in response to such a drastic solution.
“Then what would you have done in Ludba’s case?”
“He was enduring a headache just to see Matilda? I would have blown his head clean off to make it unbearable.”
It was a remarkably straightforward solution.
Olivia continued speaking as she fanned herself with a leopard fan.
“In the end, he just showed his displeasure vaguely and did nothing, and afterward, he never resolved it.”
At her words, Calaudin’s complexion darkened considerably.
Because there was no clear evidence, because others dissuaded him, because everyone condemned it as “pathetic obsession,” he had endured it.
But Ludba ultimately extended his claws toward young Evan.
“When you feel negatively about something related to your spouse, you must nip it in the bud from the start. Wrongs are inherited across generations.”
Olivia concluded coldly.
At her insightful words, Laria nodded slowly.
Then she asked carefully.
“Then you must have had no such disputes throughout your marriage, Olivia?”
“Oh, absolutely not.”
Olivia crossed her arms as she spoke.
“What 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 “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 commotion.
Livien Count lay quietly weeping in bed.
“…Toto?”
Livien Count’s name was Toniard, and Olivia affectionately called him “Toto.”
“Why are you sniffling like that?”
Olivia spoke harshly on purpose, but inwardly thought, “So it’s come to this.”
Because throughout her life, she had never met someone who could tolerate her for long.
She had behaved so outrageously upon arriving in the east, just as she had in the Capital, that she wondered if Livien Count was finally regretting the marriage.
‘That’s right…. Three months is enough for the infatuation to wear off.’
Livien Count had always blushed shyly, saying he adored the sight of Olivia angry and cursing.
Of course, Olivia knew better than anyone that this wasn’t normal.
‘Have I finally developed some common sense?’
Olivia sighed with her arms crossed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
In truth, she had never imagined she could actually get married.
Adjusting her life to suit someone else had always been impossible for her.
Livien Count was cute and wonderful, but that didn’t mean she could hide her true nature and live a lie.
From the very beginning of marrying Livien Count, she’d had the mindset of ‘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 seemed to recall hearing that Haolo Viscount was a very close friend of Livien Count.
She had certainly known that fact well enough until they arrived at Haolo Viscount’s residence…
“But that bastard was being so disgustingly inappropriate with the maid. Sure, she was his own maid, but I still can’t stand watching that kind of behavior. No matter how close a friend you are.”
“You… you didn’t just grab his collar… and 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 with a sniffle.
“Of course, if he’d actually thrown a punch, I would’ve thrown two. 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, this doesn’t seem right? Huh?”
Livien Count looked at Olivia with an aggrieved expression and cried out.
“…Yes! I didn’t know!”
How could that be! I treated Livien Count exactly the same way!
Just as Olivia was about to sigh and curse, it happened.
“That… that you would grab another man’s collar like that… and tell him to throw a punch if he wanted… that you wouldn’t cherish our memories like that…”
Livien Count clutched the blanket tightly and spoke with a hurt tone.
“How could you recreate our first meeting with another man!”
In that moment, Olivia’s eyes lost focus.
So… the point that had made Livien Count angry was…
“After hearing this news, I asked several of the servants.”
Livien Count spoke with a sniffle.
“I asked them what they thought about recreating the 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 had grabbed his collar and said something like ‘if you want to throw a punch, go ahead!’
“Back then, I was so thrilled… waahhh.”
Livien Count burst into tears again as the sorrow overwhelmed him, and Olivia let out a quiet laugh.
So this was jealousy, then?
“Hahahaha! Alright, Toto! Come here! I was wrong!”
This was a truly historic moment.
Because the words ‘I was wrong’ had come from Olivia’s mouth.
“Hahahaha! I won’t grab any man’s 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! I’m not stopping you! But if you do, I’ll kill you! Feel better now? Huh?”
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 chubby cheeks.
There were many ways to throw a tantrum at someone.
You didn’t necessarily have to grab them by the collar, so she could indulge him to this extent.
Olivia was smiling contentedly when Livien Count got up with a shuffle.
Then he spoke with a bright smile.
“Would you like me to bring you some water? You always drink cold water when you come back from going out.”
It was his way of saying that his emotions had been fully resolved.
“Yes, that sounds good.”
At some point, whenever Olivia returned, Livien Count would always fetch water for her himself.
Olivia loved drinking that water.
But that wasn’t all she loved.
She also loved the way Livien Count gently stroked her hair when she woke up in the morning.
She loved how he carefully placed 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?
Just as Olivia was happily gazing at Livien Count.
Livien Count jumped up and rushed over to the window with a patter of footsteps.
“Oh dear, I cried so much today… I forgot to change the water for our Dangdang.”
Dangdang?
Olivia’s eyes narrowed.
Sure enough, by the window sat a sprouted carrot in a pretty dish.
“What is that?”
“Oh, the carrot that was in the kitchen sprouted, so I brought it here before they threw 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 it’s grown each day, 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-don’t you like it? Dangdang is… cute though…”
“I personally gave you the pet name Toto, and you’re using that exact same naming format for a carrot?”
“…What?”
“You just applied the exact same pet name format I created only for my spouse to another living thing. Don’t you realize how serious this is? Huh?”
Tension began to settle back into the bedroom.
“And what? You pet it, let it bask in the sun, and tell it what’s changed every single day?”
Olivia flared up in anger and grabbed the sprout of Carrot.
“How could you do that! What, this damn Dangdang!”
That night, Olivia vowed not to grab another man by the collar, but she immediately seized Carrot’s sprout instead.
* * *
“In the end, I outlived that carrot.”
After finishing her story, Olivia chuckled and sipped her tea.
“Anyway, living longer is winning. In that sense, I should have some carrot cake.”
Laria and Calaudin could only fall silent at that shocking anecdote.

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