You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 29

I came to retrieve some belongings I’d left behind. That was my excuse for visiting my family home.

Father seemed to be busy with his duties as head of the household in his study, so we exchanged only brief greetings. He appeared occupied, perfect. No one would disturb me while I searched at my leisure.

Walking down the hallway alone, I surveyed my surroundings. The servants paid me no particular attention, going about their work as usual. No one found my presence suspicious.

First, I headed to my sister’s room.

I paused for just a moment before the door. This was now an empty room. My sister had apparently gone to the Liebenfeld household.

There might still be something left here.

When I opened the door, the same immaculately organized room greeted me. So, like my sister meticulous to a fault.

I began opening the drawers.

First one, empty.

Second one, empty.

I checked the closet. She must have taken most of her clothes, only a few old dresses remained. What about documents? Plans? Any compiled notes on her methods?

Nothing.

I examined the bookshelf. Just books—literature, history, etiquette manuals. None of it useful to me. No journals or diaries either.

I opened every drawer in the desk. Still nothing. Empty. Completely empty. Not a single thing left behind.

“Where is it?!”

My impatience turned to frustration. Time was slipping away. If I lingered too long, someone might come. The servants might grow suspicious. I had to find it quickly but there was nothing.

I even checked under the bed. The floor was spotless, not a speck of dust. The servants must have kept cleaning even after she left. Nothing.

Nothing. This was a dead end.

As I left my sister’s room, I made sure no one saw me. I checked the hallway, confirmed no servants were around, and quietly shut the door.

Next, the study. Maybe something was still there perhaps some of my sister’s materials had been left behind. Father might have kept them.

I searched the empty study carefully. But again, nothing. Not a single trace of my sister’s documents.

“Did she take everything with her?”

To leave nothing behind. A hollow feeling spread through my chest. I’d come all this way, hoping for something.

Then, tucked away in the back, I spotted something hidden. An old document case, covered in dust. I picked it up and checked inside.

“Found it!”

So, this was where it was! A stack of materials—drafts, unfinished notes, but still usable. Party plans written in my sister’s handwriting. This would be more than enough for reference.

“I’ll take all of this back to the Vandering household.”

Clutching the documents, I left my family home behind.

Having found what I came for, I returned to the Vandering estate and immediately began reviewing the materials. There was quite a lot, my hopes soared. With this much, I could make good use of it.

But as I read through them one by one, my expectations turned to disappointment.

Unfinished plans. Half-completed decoration proposals. Incomplete budget sheets. Nothing but drafts. No finalized versions anywhere. Everything was incomplete.

“Seriously, this is useless!”

Frustration seeped into my voice. A waste of effort and time. And here I thought I’d struck gold! My sister tricked me. She took the finished versions and left only the drafts behind. How spiteful.

I slammed the useless documents onto the desk.

Grumbling, I considered my next move.

Right. There was still one more possibility, Roderick’s study.

My sister had shared materials with Roderick when they were engaged. I’d borrowed one plan from him before. Something I’d found in his desk back then.

Maybe more of her past documents were still in Roderick’s study. Finalized plans. Materials from actual events. Useful information from successful parties.

I waited for the perfect moment when Roderick was out and slipped into his study undisturbed.

Even if caught, I had an excuse ready. I could say I needed them for my next party preparations—he’d understand. Besides, it wasn’t strange for a fiancée to enter his study.

So without any tension, I began searching the depths of his bookshelves.

I checked every drawer.

Papers were haphazardly stacked—disorganized, carelessly piled. Did he even bother checking them? As sloppy as ever.

But among them, I spotted familiar handwriting.

“Heh. Found it.”

My sister’s writing, no mistake. Neat, proper characters, meticulously penned.

And not just one document. I kept finding more. Inside drawers, behind books, buried in piles. He must have just stored them without a second thought.

He probably never even checked the contents. But I was grateful he’d kept them. Thank you, Lord Roderick, for not throwing them away.

Useless. A bystander, incompetent, lacking understanding. That’s what I’d thought of him. But this time, I was truly thankful.

Not that he’d done it intentionally. He likely just couldn’t be bothered to organize them, saw no need to discard them. Still, in the end, it helped me.

“Heh.”

A smile naturally spread across my face.

Carrying the discovered documents, I returned to my room and began reviewing them one by one.

Party plans—multiple events, each carefully prepared.

Detailed staff instructions—who would do what, down to the smallest task.

Food arrangement charts—recipes and procedures included. Which dishes to serve, when, and how.

Decoration layouts—illustrated, easy to understand, with precise measurements.

Timetables—scheduled down to the minute, covering every step from start to finish.

Budget sheets—itemized breakdowns, clearly stating costs for everything.

Troubleshooting manuals—potential issues and their solutions, all documented.

I hugged the documents tightly. This was usable. That certainty glowed warmly in my chest, filling me with strength.

With these, I would create my own party plans.