There was nothing left for Margie to do but believe it. The reason Frederic had refused to acknowledge her as his wife and treated her with such cold displeasure was now perfectly clear.

“Have you ever once thought of me as your wife?”

Right. That was it. He had someone else he loved. Someone who had been a prince’s fiancée, no less.

“I’m nothing but a substitute for the woman who holds your heart!”

“How can you…… Don’t say things like that carelessly.”

This time it was Frederic’s face that crumpled.

“How much it must have hurt you. Marrying a woman like me when you had someone so distinguished! Your world must have fallen apart!”

“What do you know about my heart.”

“You’re right! What could I possibly know, an uncivilized merchant’s daughter without even the right to vote, about the sublime and sacred love of those in elevated society!”

Margie’s mockery hardened Frederic’s face with something like shame.

“Even so. How could you think of going away for long-term training. Leaving behind a new bride not even a month into the marriage!”

“……?”

“From July through December, half a year to Scotria? The emergency training is just a pretext! To enjoy a secret meeting with her, the woman you truly love……”

“Margie Graham.”

Frederic crossed the room in a few long strides and seized her wrist.

“How do you know that I was planning to return to duty and take part in the training.”

His emerald eyes looking down at her went cold and hard.

“You’ve forgotten everything. Every memory you had of me.”

“……!”

Oh no! I’m supposed to be playing an amnesiac! Everything that happened between us, every conversation we had, every hurt and ache I felt toward my husband, I’m not supposed to remember any of it! I’m an amnesiac!

“Well, that’s because……”

Think of something. Fast, before he gets suspicious……!

“……Of, of course Father told me!”

“Sir Flynn……?”

The skin beneath Frederic’s eyes gave a small tremor.

“Yes, yes! What? Is something wrong?”

“……”

Margie caught that flicker and raised her voice with even more nerve.

“Isn’t that completely natural? I’m his daughter!”

Lying is all about momentum! I can’t let him get the upper hand!

Frederic’s eyes narrowed at her scrambled excuse.

“Sir Flynn had no business saying……”

He seemed to think it over and decide there was nothing to be done about it.

“……I’d like to stop wasting energy on pointless feelings like this. I’m tired. If you’re just going to stand there, shall I leave?”

Margie reached for the door handle in a hurry. She needed to get out of the room as fast as possible before he saw through her lie.

“Never mind. I’ll go.”

Frederic grabbed her shoulder roughly as she turned her back to him.

“My wife seems quite tired, so let’s each rest in our own space tonight.”

He sat her down on the bed by force and turned away from her.

What? Each in our own space? Is he saying separate rooms?

Nothing between us has changed from before the amnesia act at this rate. Separate rooms are absolutely out of the question!

“Frederic! Wait!”

Startled, Margie sprang up. She ran after him and slammed the bedroom door he had just opened, then grabbed him by the collar without preamble.

“What is this.”

Frederic looked down at his own lapels in her grip, cool-eyed. The look on his face also carried a clear inquiry into what sort of household she had been raised in.

“Th, that is……”

Margie stumbled over her words, belatedly realizing that being blinded by love had led her to do something even a street thug would think twice about.

I must be out of my mind! Doing this to my own husband!

She had succeeded in keeping him from leaving the room, at least, but she had made such a spectacle of herself that being cast off was only a matter of time.

“That is!”

Ugh, forget it!

Margie pulled the collar she was clutching toward herself. And then……

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

She started pressing kisses all over Frederic’s lips and cheeks, wherever she could reach.

Separate rooms are absolutely not happening! From now on I’m not leaving your side for a single minute! We are never separating. Divorce? Over my dead body! Who do you think would benefit from that, which woman do you think would be thrilled!

“……!”

Frederic’s eyes, taking the *ssault one-sidedly, filled with bewilderment.

He showed no sign of displeasure and made no move to push her away. He simply parted his lips and tilted his head as much as she wanted, watching, as though measuring how far his wife’s adorable rebellion would go. He didn’t even close his eyes through the kissing, tracking each provocation with unwavering attention.

“Ha, ha. Don’t, leave, the room, Frederic.”

Breathing hard like someone who had been in a duel with a mortal enemy rather than kissing the husband she loved, Margie grabbed his collar one more time and whispered.

“Are you finished?”

He gave her a question rather than an answer.

“Pardon?”

“I’m asking if my wife has done everything she wanted to do.”

He wiped her saliva-smeared lips calmly with his thumb and spoke quietly.

“Th…… yes, I’m done……”

“Then it’s my turn now, darling.”

“Eek……!”

Margie drew in a sharp breath and threw herself against Frederic’s neck. He lifted her off the ground and pinned her between his solid body and the wall.

“I’m, scared! Put me down!”

Margie kicked against the air, but Frederic had no intention of setting her down.

“Stop!”

“You teased me however you liked and now you’re telling me to stop. Isn’t that rather unfair?”

“No!”

“I just said. It’s my turn.”

Not about to indulge his wife’s protests, Frederic gripped her backside hard with both hands and squeezed. A grip like wringing out every last drop of juice.

Squelch.

She had only said no with her mouth. Her lower half, already beginning to ache with anticipation, made a soft, wet sound.

“Hnn, mm.”

A helpless little whimper escaped Margie before she could stop it, and she wrapped both legs around his waist. Her dress rode up, baring her long, slender calves and smooth thighs.

“Hah.”

Frederic pulled her skirt up to her waist and exhaled low.

“I don’t know if I mentioned this.”

“……?”

His belt had come undone at some point. His trousers had slid down and bunched around his knees and calves like a shed skin.

“I’m rather urgent right now.”

With that warning, the round, thick head of his c*ck pressed firmly against her damp underwear.

“Mm…… it hurts, ahk!”

He nudged her underwear aside and pushed inside her in a rush.

“Ah, eek!”

Margie twisted her upper body against him and trembled all over.

No f*replay, just like that. An unfamiliar sting of pain came crashing in.

“Ah! Ahng! Hnnahh!”

“Hah, why are you, ah, so tight.”

She had to admit it soon enough.

“Too, suddenly, mm! Hng!”

The pain delivered by a man she loved was only one thin page away from absolute pleasure.

Panting against her neck, Frederic yanked her dress’s front down roughly. The pale swell of her, her soft pink *reolas, her n*pples, all of it bared in an instant. His breath moved from her neck to her chest.

“Like, eek, like, this, hnn! Frederic! After, mm, washing, the bed……”

“Hah, why. Do you not like this, darling?”

Still holding her up, Frederic lifted his head from where he had been nursing greedily at her br*ast and asked in a low voice. His half-lidded emerald eyes were already blind with want, a damp, languid heat pooling in them.

No! I don’t dislike it, darling! I don’t dislike it even if I do……!

“It’s, not, that, hnn, I sweated, I sweated a lot…… The smell of sweat, hmph……”

Margie smothered her indecent inner thoughts and whined like a child.

“I like it. Your sweat, darling.”

“Hahk!”

Margie’s single cry tore free as Frederic moved his hips.

“Mmph! Mm! There!”

Her full, tight belly buzzed with a deep, spreading ache.

“Does it hurt?”

“A, little, eek! Ahh!”

“I’ll go slowly. So, hah, darling. Try to relax, mm?”

“I don’t, know, how…… to do that, hahh……”

“What do you mean you don’t know. It’s your own body.”

“……Hah!”

“You clench and hold on so well without being asked, hah, but you can’t loosen up around my c*ck just a little when I ask nicely?”

The words were far too crude for a voice that carried such innate refinement.

Filthy! Disgusting! How did he manage to hold all of that in until now!

The dirty talk from her husband, shameless to the point of depravity, genuinely made Margie feel faint.

“I’m sorry, darling. Going to push in, hah, a little deeper.”

Thwack! Squelch!

The rest of him that had been lodged at her entrance drove in without ceremony. The apology beforehand made even less sense in retrospect.

The full length of him slid home. A c*ck sized and shaped without a single inch to spare filled her small womb completely.

“Eek! Ahh……!”

“Hah, hhk!”