Can’t Come Back

n he spent time with every month.
In a few years, Cain had become a completely different person from his neat and reticent image.
He was even rumored to be a debauched man who would not hesitate to bring women into the mansion.

The daughter of a Count, Lady Carlin, whom he had invited today, was also one of the women Cain brought into the mansion.
She was not Cain’s fiancee, let alone his lover.

However, despite the rumors that the women he met were constantly changing, due to his beautiful appearance and background as a member of the duke’s family, the women who were clinging to Cain continued to overflow.

Everyone said Cain had changed.
But, apart from being very open about the act of meeting women interchangeably, he is actually the same as before.

“Sister-in-law, you are beautiful today.”

Berlia knew it.

“Your complexion doesn’t look good.
Did something happen, sister-in-law?”

He was still sweet.

“If you need my help, please let me know anytime.”

He was still very considerate.

So she could no longer understand Cain’s change.

However, just because he changed, Berlia had no authority to tell him why she became like this.
There is nothing she can do other than be heartbroken by looking at the blonde lady who will come today.

In the afternoon, Lady Carlin came to visit.
Berlia, the hostess, was compelled to go out to meet the guest who came to the mansion.
She always welcomed the women who came to Cain as Duchess.

“Welcome, Lady Carlin.
You have come a long way.”

Each time, as now, Berlia smiled at them and greeted them with a welcome.

“Oh, Duchess.
You are so beautiful today.
Especially, compared to your beautiful shiny blonde hair, I think my blonde hair is like faded straw.”

Lady Carlin greeted Berlia.
She was wearing a dress that was more revealing than she usually wore at banquets.
It meant that she would openly seduce Cain.

“Thank you.
But Lady Carlin is beautiful, too.”

Berlia smiled as she said something she didn’t even want.
There wasn’t a single corner of that woman that she liked, but she couldn’t express it openly.
Because she was a guest visiting her husband’s brother.

Then, Cain arrived.

“Welcome, Lady Carlin.”

Cain’s greeting to Carlin was so blunt.

If there was one thing that gave Berlia some relief, it was that Cain was more kind towards Berlia than to Carlin.

‘Then, what’s so special about that? I guess he’s kind to me because I’m his family now.
I’m his brother’s wife after all.
It’s strange that he’s not friendly to me.’

The moment she realized this reality, she felt even more depressed.

“I missed you so much, Your Highness Cain.”

Carlin walked over to Cain with a voice full of excitement.
When Cain didn’t respond, Carlin put her clearly visible chest in Cain’s arms.

“Let’s go up, Your Highness.
Then we will go in to get some tea time, Duchess.”

He didn’t respond, but Carlin continued to speak without care.
Carlin’s blonde hair fluttered.
She wrapped her arms around Cain’s arm and went up to the second floor.
Berlia looked at her enviously from behind.

‘As expected.
This time it is a blonde again.’

The only thing in common that Berlia could easily notice was that all the women Cain brought were blonde.

Cain only invited blonde women into the mansion.
And regardless of day or night, Cain entered his room and did not come out until the woman returned home.
From the mansion’s maid to the stable keeper, there was no one who could not predict what would happen inside the closed door.

Also, the blonde women he brought were not limited to noblewomen.
Occasionally there were women of commoners, and if a blonde maid came into the mansion, she was also included in the target.

Berlia, who did not want to see the maid leaving his room with a shy face, made all kinds of excuses to leave the mansion the next day.

Among the blonde women who had set foot in the Duke of Hildayden, Berlia was the only blonde woman who had not been able to enter Cain’s room.
As she watched the two of them head towards Cain’s room, she thought,

‘Me too.
I am blonde too.’

If I hadn’t been married, I would have been able to spend the night with Cain like that woman.
This thought ran through Berlin’s mind.

‘Wait, there must be something wrong with my head for a moment.
I’m a married woman.
What did I just think about another man? Not anyone else, but my husband’s brother……!’

Berlia shook her head from side to side.
It was a terrific mistake for Dean’s wife, Berlia, to have such feelings for her brother-in-law, Cain.
Hoping for a relationship that goes beyond that was an absurd idea.

Berlia felt dirty for thinking like that.