My Greatest Regret Has Returned

It had been three long years.
Through all that time apart from him, Isabelle continued to live, even when it felt impossible.
But she couldn’t allow herself to die.
She had someone—her beloved, Arnaud—with whom she had once promised to marry.

So she held on. She gritted her teeth and endured.
Even when the enemy king mocked her, even when his queen struck her across the face—she endured it all.
At last, after all her hardships, she stood before Arnaud once more.
And Arnaud said, with cold eyes and a voice like a blade.

“Isabelle, I despise you.”

The man she had once loved with all her heart now told her he despised her.
With the same mouth that had kissed another woman, Arnaud unleashed a storm of cruel, cutting words.
And still, Isabelle couldn’t bring herself to stop loving him.

But love—love was not endless.
The more she looked at him, the more she felt herself fading away.
Piece by piece she withered away.
And when she could no longer pretend not to see the truth…

“If I told you I risked my life to come back for you, Isabelle… would you believe me?”

Arnaud’s love had returned. It had begun all over again.