I Left my Cheating Husband and Married a Beast

Chapter 32

Here’s what happened in detail:

Andria was the younger twin sister of Andria, and both had a natural talent for design from a young age.

However, Andria, jealous of Andria’s superior skills, locked her in the basement of her salon and exploited her talent.

Everything that Andria had presented as her work was created by Andria. Finally, Andria gathered the courage to expose the truth.

“I’m not revealing this to take revenge on Andria. I just want to live as ‘Andria’ with pride.

I want to put my name on the clothes I create and live as myself. I’m fighting for what I was supposed to have from the start…”

Andria’s interview in Society Scandals became a hot topic. The scandal spread quickly, especially since Andria’s salon had been at the height of its popularity.

People sympathized with Andria and supported her, while Andria’s salon quickly lost its customers. Employees also quit one by one.

Although Andria didn’t sue Andria directly, Andria faced multiple lawsuits from former employees for mistreatment.

Eventually, Andria’s salon faded from memory.

Meanwhile, noblewomen who had admired Andria’s perfect dresses were searching for her.

And at that very moment, the woman at the center of all the attention was calmly sipping tea in front of Beloni.

“Andria, when do you plan to open your salon?”

A week had passed since the third Society Scandals article was published, but instead of dying down, the public’s interest in Andria kept growing.

If she opened her salon at the peak of this hype, she could achieve even greater success than Andria’s salon ever had.

In truth, everything was already prepared.

Andria, in desperate need of money due to the lawsuits, had sold the salon. And of course, the buyer was none other than Andria.

Andria rehired all the former employees, except the manager, and finalized all the contracts.

“I plan to open it after your wedding day,” Andria replied.

“You mean after revealing the wedding dress at the ceremony?”

“Yes. That way, it’ll have the biggest impact.”

Beloni thought for a moment before nodding.

The wedding was now just fifteen days away. If Andria unveiled her design for the Grand Duchess’s wedding dress that day, it would be the perfect comeback.

Beloni was quietly impressed—Andria had a true business mind.

“So, is everything going well? You haven’t shown the dress to anyone, and Marina is curious.”

Andria hadn’t revealed the dress at all, even though she needed to check the fit. It wasn’t a matter of trust in her skills—everyone was just very curious.

“You’ll see. This is my comeback piece; of course, I’m putting my all into it.”

Seeing Andria’s confident smile, Beloni couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Oh, by the way, about the fabric you requested—I got it from the head maid.”

Beloni’s face lit up.

“Oh? Could you give it to Marina for me? I have to head out for lunch soon.”

“Of course.”

After replying, Andria narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Beloni. Sensing her gaze, Beloni shifted uncomfortably and glanced around.

“Andria, what is it?”

“I heard you’ve been having lunch with His Highness lately. Is that true? Are you eating with him today as well?”

When Beloni nodded, her cheeks flushed pink.

“So, it’s true.”

“What is?”

“I don’t believe in true love among nobles. When I first heard about you and His Highness, I didn’t believe it either. But now… I think it’s real.”

Beloni blinked.

“You think… it’s real?”

“Yes. Yesterday, when His Highness came to find you, you both looked like newlyweds. That convinced me.”

Beloni recalled the previous day.

Shanur had kept his promise to come for her. Every day at lunchtime, he would come to pick her up, and she would walk with him to the dining hall.

Yesterday, Andria had been drinking tea with her, so she was slightly delayed, and that’s how Andria ended up seeing them together.

“Then, the two of us looked like newlyweds…?”

Beloni lowered her head, trying to hide her now even redder face, fiddling with her teacup.

Andria chuckled.

Then, recalling something from the previous day, she lowered her gaze.

She had only seen Shanur for a few moments, and even then, she had kept her head down.

Still, they had seemed like newlyweds.

Why?

Because of what happened earlier that day.

That was the first time Andria had ever seen Shanur.

Even though she had been staying at his estate for nearly three weeks.

Andria had been summoned to his office and had worried that she might have made some mistake. Nervously, she entered.

“I heard you’re in charge of Beloni’s wedding dress. And that you haven’t shown it to anyone.”

“Yes, Your Highness. It’s about halfway done.”

“I’d like to see it. Is that possible?”

Andria assumed he had some hidden reason—perhaps to make her let her guard down—so she stiffly led him to her studio.

Shanur carefully examined the half-finished wedding dress with a sharp gaze.

Then he left.

That was it. He had only wanted to check the dress.

After he was gone, Andria thought deeply about why he had come.

There was only one conclusion.

He cared enough about Beloni to personally inspect her wedding dress.

“You two make a great couple,” Andria teased as Beloni’s cheeks turned even redder.

Just then, a knock on the door made Beloni jump up.

“I—I should get going. Enjoy your tea, Andria!”

She practically ran out of the room, pressing the back of her hand to her cheeks to cool them down.

As soon as she opened the door, she found Shanur standing there.

Their eyes met, and without hesitation, they both smiled at each other.

After having lunch together for over ten days, their meals had become comfortable.

Neither was particularly talkative, so their time together was peaceful and quiet.

As Beloni poked at her pudding with a spoon, she hesitantly asked,

“Your Highness, do you have time after lunch?”

“I do. Why?”

“Then… could you spend that time with me?”

She didn’t explain further, and Shanur didn’t ask.

After finishing their meal, Beloni led him to his office.

Before entering, she received something from Marina, and then guided Shanur to sit on the sofa.

“Beloni?”

Instead of sitting across from him, she walked to the windows and drew all the curtains closed.

The room darkened instantly, and Shanur was taken aback.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a moment.”

Since she couldn’t see well in the dark, she reached out hesitantly. Instinctively, Shanur extended his hand and took hers, guiding her toward him.

After a brief pause, Beloni reached out and touched his mask.

“Beloni.”

Shanur’s voice dropped as he felt a familiar thirst rising.

The past few days had been easier to endure because of the physical contact from escorting her.

But now, just from Beloni’s fingers grazing his face, a cool and soothing sensation spread through him. His breathing grew unsteady.

Is she… trying to break the curse right now?

“Beloni, wait—”

Shanur tried to stop her, but her firm words made his strength leave him.

“Shh, just a moment.”

He clenched his fists.

His rational mind screamed at him to leave. It wasn’t the right time, he wasn’t ready.

But… I can’t push her away.

Beloni was small and delicate. If he forced her away, she might get hurt.

So, he closed his eyes tightly.

But then—nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes, Beloni was sitting across from him, carefully working on something.

“What… are you doing?” he asked.

Beloni looked up.

“Oh! Andria recommended this fabric. It’s cool and absorbs sweat well, so I thought it’d be good to add inside your mask.”

She smiled.

“I noticed you were sweating a bit earlier. This should make it more comfortable, especially in the summer.”

Shanur covered his face with his hand.

If he didn’t, she’d see how red he had turned.