IELNDMH - Chapter 62 < The Fall of The Villain (2) >
I Ended Up Living Up Next Door With My Ex-Husband
Cedric put the necklace on me and then gently stepped back. But the distance between us was still close.
He spoke, gently touching the ruby around my neck with his fingertips.
“How could I be mad at you?”
I quietly looked at his lips as a low sound came out.
Beautiful lips that hesitate for a moment. A shallow breath soon came out.
“Now you know that if you say so, I have no choice but to do anything.”
“.... What does that mean?”
Cedric's brow furrowed slightly.
“Do you want to act like nothing happened? Or do you really think nothing happened?”
Cedric, who asked that question, had a sad expression on his face.
He looked somewhere else and stroked his eyebrows for a while.
There was not even an inch of movement in his eyes as he turned towards me again.
“I’m afraid I don’t agree with either of them.”
Cedric said that and slowly lowered his head toward my ear.
And then, at a distance where each other's breath seemed to touch, he whispered lowly again.
“We definitely had each other that night, and that doesn’t change.”
For a moment, it felt like my thinking circuit stopped.
If I understand correctly, that night we...
"No way... You mean we spent the night together?”
“...”
“With you? I?"
When I asked in doubt, Cedric slowly blinked his eyes.
After being silent for a while, another noteworthy word flowed from his lips.
"We did."
Cedric and I exchanged a puzzled look for a moment.
“No way, Rebecca... You... You have no memory of that day at all?”
...Oh my God.
Only then did everything start to make sense.
What kind of mistake did I make that night to watch people like they were criminals? I was secretly angry...
'It wasn't an ordinary accident.'
There was no way Cedric, who was always rational, would have flirted with me by asking me to spend the night first.
No matter how much he is swayed by me these days.
On the contrary, not only am I often more faithful to my emotions than to reason, but I have also been secretly excited when I see the handsome Cedric...
'I must have been drunk and hit Cedric, damn it.'
I felt like I wanted to hide right away, even in a rat hole.
It was only a few days ago that I brilliantly brushed off Cedric's confession, saying that I didn't like light love.
Then I seduce him and spend the night with him.
What kind of woman would Cedric think of me?
'Wow, I thought I was completely free from the image of being obsessed with sleeping.'
A helpless laugh naturally flowed out.
Moreover, if I said I couldn't remember anything about that night, my image would suffer even further.
However, I can't tell a lie that will soon be discovered.
I glanced at Cedric and saw that he was still watching me with eyes full of anticipation.
Eh, I don’t know.
I eventually closed my eyes and pulled away from his lips.
“That’s right, Cedric. Actually, I didn't do anything that night at all... I don’t remember.”
Even after I hesitated to report the truth, there was no word from Cedric for a long time.
'Are you very angry?'
I slowly opened my eyes and checked Cedric's expression.
But for some reason, Cedric's face seemed brighter than before.
It was as if the dark clouds that had been around him for the past few days had all cleared up at once.
“Then everything you said was a mistake... Is it because you don’t remember what happened that night?”
Cedric's eyes sparkled with hope as he asked that question.
Oh right. I also said something like that.
At that point, I felt like I wouldn't have anything to say even if Cedric saw me as a crazy woman.
'...That's not entirely wrong.'
I cleared my throat and opened my mouth again.
“I don’t remember, but I thought I was drunk and did something bad to you. Like being drunk or regurgitating something...”
Of course, what I actually committed was an unprecedented accident that surpassed all of that.
I couldn't bear to say those inner thoughts out loud.
That was no different from concluding that what happened that night was a mistake, and it shattered Cedric's pride once again.
And fortunately, that judgment seemed to be correct.
I saw the corners of Cedric's mouth bend.
Finally, he let out a long breath mixed with relief.
“I’m glad that it wasn’t that you were denying what happened that day, it was that you couldn’t remember it.”
“..."
"Really... Thank God."
Cedric muttered softly as if to console himself.
He remained silent for a moment and then gently held my hand.
“If you don’t remember, then tell me again.”
“....”
“Before we hugged each other that day, I told you this.”
Every time his long fingers brushed against each other, a pleasant fire seeped into my palm.
“Cedric...”
The feeling that tickled my heart made me chant his name without realizing it.
But Cedric just looked down at my hand and continued speaking.
“After that one night, you will be the only person who can either save me or ruin me, but I will never regret that moment.”
The blue gaze that had been resting on my hand the whole time turned to my face again.
“Even now, my feelings haven’t changed.”
Cedric made eye contact with me and spoke emphatically again.
“It will be the same even if you make me suffer or use me.”
“...”
“Of course, it hurts, but... That too will be my responsibility to accept.”
He twitched the tip of his nose playfully, but the smile at the end of his lips somehow looked a little sad.
“This heart is not shaken for a moment, Rebecca.”
That was probably a reply to what I said earlier when I rejected him.
“Of course, the fact that I finally held you was proof enough....”
When I glanced up, he spoke again.
“If that’s not enough, give me a chance.”
“...Chance?"
“Yes, a chance to heal your wounds.”
Blue eyes looking straight at me.
The moment I met those eyes that made me feel trusting, I had no choice but to admit it.
I was shaking so helplessly that I wanted to believe what he said without hesitation.
Cedric continued speaking again as if he had driven in his final nail.
“I’m going to make you believe in love and me again.”
He suddenly regained his composure and the corners of his lips curved into an arc.
“At all costs, by all means.”
That was a very clear declaration of war.
***
Meanwhile, inside a shabby inn in an alley in the northern city.
The noise of the bustling market flowed in through the worn-out window frames.
Camilla was pacing around the window, constantly picking at the thumbnail.
The area under her eyes was puffy and dark red, and her hair, which was roughly tied up, was a mess.
But Camilla didn't care about her shabby appearance.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that she just didn't have the presence of mind to care.
Now the only thing on her mind was her husband, who left her just moments ago when he informed her of the divorce.
'How can he tell me about divorce? This...
Something is very wrong with this...'
Camilla rolled her eyes nervously, biting her fingernails repeatedly.
No matter how self-centered she was, her husband always accepted her like that.
'Well, he probably just said it because he was angry, right? There's no way that person would really abandon me. This is a person who cared for me so much....'
So she tried to console herself.
However, her husband's eyes and his harsh words, who looked at her like an insect, ate into her mind again.
Then the anxiety rising from deep within her lungs began to tighten her breathing even more.
“Oh, no... My husband can't leave me. Ha, the person who cared about me to the point where it seemed pathetic... There’s no way someone like that would ever abandon me!”
No one could take away the position of mistress of the Dmitry family from her.
‘Camilla Dmitry, unless I resign from that position myself...'
Countess Dmitry's status was something she planned to lay down herself when the time came.
A romantic love story with enough wealth to make a fresh start with Henry, and enough to maintain her status as a social star even after repeated divorces and remarriages.
After everything is ready.
However...
“Everything is wrong, everything! Argh!”
Camilla screamed, tearing out her jet-black hair.
One failed investment and the resulting astronomical debt.
What she lost, as a result, was not only the affection of her husband, Count Dmitry, but her reputation in society.
Henry Bart, whom she believed to be the only love of her life.
Now he was trying to get away from even that and return to Lobelia.
'Lobelia. Why are you taking everything away from me, even though you made no effort since childhood? Why do you always have everything?'
Wow!
That was when Camilla, unable to hold back her anger, let out her scream.
Click-.
The door opened, and a man took off his worn-down hat and leisurely leaned against the doorway.
Camilla blinked slowly at the sudden appearance of the man.
“Hey, Henry... ?”
Tears fell from the corners of Camilla's eyes.
Henry, who was looking at Camilla's face with a mixture of joy and sorrow, closed the door and came inside.
“Tsk, you have a bad temper. Why are you so angry again?”
“You’ve finally come....”
Henry pulled out an old wooden chair and sat down with his legs crossed, looking at his watch with a sour expression.
“What on earth do you have business to talk about?”
"... Henry, I missed you so much...”
Henry mercilessly shook off Camilla's hand that was rushing towards him.
“I don’t have time, so just tell me what you want. If you delay any longer, Lobelia will become suspicious.”
“To Lobelia... She will become suspicious?”
Camilla's face suddenly became poisonous.
She doesn't care whether Lobelia suspects it or not, and how many nights has he spent with her and now he's worried like that?
She already knew that Henry had a snobbish side to her, but she never dreamed that he would treat her coldly for that reason.
Camilla immediately felt disgusted by Henry's face, which had been so lovely.
“I lost all my possessions and am left with only debt... You don’t need me anymore, is that it?”
Camilla's jaw twitched.
Henry had no answer.
He just coldly turns his head away.
The silence that must have been his affirmation pierced deep into Camilla's lungs.
Camilla's body, betrayed by his long-time love, was greatly shaken.
“I-I’m trying to get you, Henry... What have you done so far....”
Camilla looked like she was about to collapse at any moment, but the fruit on the table came into view.
At that moment, as she gritted her teeth, her eyes sparkled with life.
"This... You son of a bitch!”
In the blink of an eye, she raised a knife and rushed towards Henry's back.
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