You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 32

After that, I began to take notice of Seraphina’s accomplishments.

At first, it was mere curiosity. I just wondered how my former fiancée was doing in her new environment. What kind of parties she was hosting in the household of a military noble? That was all.

But gradually, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I paid attention to the gossip in high society, gathering information.

“Liebenfeld’s party was magnificent.”
“Lady Seraphina truly is capable.”
“Perhaps that rumor was mistaken after all.”

Such voices reached me from all directions. Doubts about the rumors. The reactions of nobles who seemed to regret having believed them. Some even offered apologies to Seraphina.

And naturally—

I found myself comparing her to Isabella.

Isabella had only managed to reach “passable” by her third attempt.

An evaluation of “adequate.”

No criticism, but no praise either. Just barely meeting expectations. She passed, but she wasn’t outstanding. That was the verdict.

The first time, the fountain malfunctioned, flooding the venue. The guests were furious, and the compensation costs were enormous. The second time, minor troubles kept arising, and Isabella spent the entire time giving orders. Only by the third attempt did she manage to get through without incident.

Meanwhile, Seraphina was making waves even in her new environment.

Even after leaving Isabella behind, she received praise like “groundbreaking” and “innovative.”

The entire social world was talking about it. Everyone agreed that the Liebenfeld parties were spectacular.

Looking purely at results, there was no question. Seraphina was superior. The possibility that Seraphina had been the more capable one all along. Why hadn’t I seen it?

The answer was obvious.

I had been blinded by Isabella’s cuteness.

Moved by her tears. Sympathizing when she claimed, “My sister stole him from me.”

I had been charmed by her honesty, her obedience, the way she leaned on me. The way she clung to me, pleading, “Lord Roderick, please help me,” stirred a man’s instinct to protect.

But now—

My feelings for Isabella were cooling.

I had thought she was adorable. Charming.

But now, doubts only grew. Had her words really been true? Had Seraphina truly stolen anything? I could no longer believe it.

Had I really made the right choice in picking Isabella?

That said, I had also felt some dissatisfaction with Seraphina.

She had seemed too perfect—stifling, even. Her flawless competence made me feel inferior.

But was that…

Simply because she was outstanding?

Because she was genuinely capable?

Had I just been the one feeling suffocated for no reason?

Had Seraphina simply been doing her work sincerely? Striving for perfection through effort?

Memories resurfaced in my mind.

The parties Seraphina had hosted.

The smiles of the guests. The lively conversations, the air filled with laughter.

The staff’s flawless coordination. Everyone understood their roles, moving proactively. Everything ran smoothly without constant orders.

That sense of security, knowing there was nothing to worry about. Just by being there, the party was already a success.

And then…

The day I broke off the engagement.

I recalled Seraphina’s calm expression. At the time, she had shown neither anger nor sorrow. She had simply looked at me, composed.

“Right now, the priority should be the guests.”

Those words.

I hadn’t listened. I had declared the annulment in the middle of the party, publicly condemning Seraphina.

Believing Isabella’s tears, I had accused Seraphina. Condemned her for “stealing from her sister.”

But—

What if, back then…

Seraphina had been right?

What if I had been the one in the wrong for announcing the annulment during the party? Shouldn’t I have prioritized the guests?

Seraphina had tried to fulfill her responsibilities to the end. Apologizing to the attendees, arranging compensation, ensuring the staff were taken care of. She had handled everything meticulously.

And what had I done?

Nothing. I had just believed Isabella’s words and blamed Seraphina.

Something was fundamentally wrong.

But I still didn’t have definitive proof.

I still didn’t know for sure. Maybe everything I’d thought so far was just my own delusion. I wanted to believe that.

But deep down, I knew. I had made a mistake. An irreversible, critical mistake.

Perhaps—

No, I didn’t want to think about it.

But perhaps even if I didn’t want to, the thoughts kept coming.

What if everything had been the opposite?

What if Seraphina hadn’t stolen anything?

What if Isabella had been the one who stole?

What if Isabella had lied, and Seraphina had been telling the truth?

But that—

I didn’t want to admit it.

If I did, it would mean all my judgments had been wrong. I’d have to accept that. It would be agonizing.

It would mean I had been a fool.

That I had been deceived.

That I had publicly condemned an innocent person.

And yet—

The doubts wouldn’t disappear.

They only grew stronger with each passing day. No matter how I tried to suppress them, they wouldn’t go away.

What should I do?

From now on, I would watch carefully.

Watch Isabella.

Watch Seraphina.

And find out the truth.

Had I made an irreversible mistake?

The doubts swirled in my heart. I still didn’t want to admit it. Part of me still wanted to believe. To keep believing in Isabella.

To believe I had been right.

That was why I needed definitive proof. Was Isabella truly capable? Had her words really been the truth? The truth between Seraphina and Isabella. I had to confirm it.

Living with these doubts was unbearable.

I needed to know the truth.

Even if it was a truth I didn’t want to face.