I was abandoned for being ugly, but I was taking on a curse in your place. I'm done being your substitute. Deal with the curse yourself!

"I'm ashamed to have an ugly fiancée like you. By now, a letter breaking off the engagement should have arrived at your house." It was my fiancé César, whom I've been betrothed to since childhood, who said this to me at a tea party hosted by the royal family where unmarried men and women had been gathered. It's true that my appearance is poor—my complexion is bad, my skin and hair are rough and dry, and my eyes are sunken and unsightly. But this is the result of using a substitute magical artifact to take his place, all because I desperately wanted to save César from the curse that had befallen him that day. Back then, he thanked me apologetically, but as time passed, he forgot all about it. In the end, I was left with a broken engagement. So I cast away both the substitute magical artifact and the love I had been cherishing for so long. Of course, the curse would return to its original target, wouldn't it? In contrast to me, who regains my original beauty day by day, César is... I have no sympathy for an ungrateful fiancé who forgot his debt of gratitude! ◇　◇　◇ This work is also posted on Kakuyomu and Alphapolis.