Dania’s Jealousy
Dania’s Point of View
Everything was supposed to go as I wanted.
So why isn’t it going my way?
I haven’t done anything wrong.
“Why do I have to go through all this?! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“I shouldn’t have to endure this treatment.”
After having our mansion destroyed, and after we got chased out with just a little money, we weren’t going to let it end like this.
“I won’t forgive them… I won’t let it end like this.”
“That woman! How dare she do this to me.”
Marie continues to ignore my countless letters. Who does she think she is?
How could she be so heartless when we’re in trouble?
If Shepherd and I are in trouble, she should help us.
“Ingrate…”
“I can’t walk anymore. Why do I have to get this dirty?!”
It’s all Marie’s fault.
Yes, it all started when she married someone like Henry in the first place.
I’ve always found Henry annoying.
I thought he would give up on marriage if I set the condition of becoming a live-in son-in-law, but he accepted the condition.
I don’t like it.
Diaz seemed to identify with Henry and found him cute, which made me angry, so I got a woman to try to break them up.
But…
“I can tell you lack class. Just like her.”
“Huh?”
“I may be a commoner, but I have no interest in playing with women without manners.”
He laughed at her, thus making a fool out of me.
So, in retaliation, I gave him tasks he couldn’t do and forcefully took him to social events.
“Mrs. Dania, he’s a wonderful man.”
“With him around, the Ranford family will be safe.”
My plans to embarrass her didn’t work, and Diaz, who was trying too hard to protect Henry, started looking at Shepherd with more hostility every day.
So I took it out on Marie.
Henry was in my way.
I needed to get them divorced as soon as possible.
So I thoroughly tormented him and made it look like Henry was having an affair, but Marie didn’t suspect a thing.
Noble marriages are all about political alliances. It’s common sense.
It’s so unsightly how close they were, and my irritation grew.
Why do they look so happy when I’m so miserable?
This should not be allowed.
To be loved by one’s father.
I’ve never been loved by my own father for a long time.
I was supposed to be the one fit to be the Viscountess, but that man.
Alro Ranford wanted to love my daughter, not me.
I just couldn’t allow that.