IELNDMH - Chapter 97 < Until They Kill Rebecca >
I Ended Up Living Up Next Door With My Ex-Husband
“Are you jealous of that woman?”
Jealousy.
That was the biggest driving force behind remaking Rebecca into a mad dog in the original.
Rebecca's obsession with Cedric was beyond her imagination, and she was jealous and hated everyone around Cedric, regardless of their age or gender.
Rebecca always did all kinds of evil things to those around Cedric.
The more days she felt that her husband did not care about her, the worse it became.
Cedric's attitude became even colder.
He could only glare at Rebecca, his eyes filled with a mixture of extreme fatigue and hatred, whenever her jealous words came out of her mouth.
Is it because I know their narratives are mixed with the filth of jealousy and hatred?
When Cedric asked me if I was jealous of another woman, I felt like my heart dropped.
'If I show myself like this, it will only stimulate Cedric's trauma.'
To be honest, with those thoughts in mind, I had been acting even more calm in front of Cedric.
I didn't want him to think of me as an afterimage of the old Rebecca.
Still, why did he show such a pitiful appearance now?
I bit my lower lip out of nervousness.
'Oh, I don't know. What can I do about the fact that I feel anxious the moment I see Lobelia's face?'
A frog-like feeling arose in my mind, but I felt like I needed at least an excuse to avoid further provoking Cedric's trauma.
It was when I glanced up at Cedric to get a look.
“You...”
The eyes fixed on me blinked slowly.
“...Are you smiling?”
Cedric is smiling.
I felt fortunate that his expression was not one of obvious disappointment.
But now, contrary to my expectations, Cedric could not control his smile.
He curls his lips and even bites them as if trying to keep the tips of his lips rising toward the sky.
It was clear that if I had left it alone since it was that much he could endure, he would probably have burst into laughter.
The moment I tilted my head and looked up at Cedric.
“I didn’t know it would feel this good to see you jealous.”
A slight red blood seeped into Cedric's face as he touched the back of his neck.
It was the face of a boy who received the attention he had been waiting for from his first love.
“I feel so... great?"
Hearing my half-confident question, he let out a small laugh with an expression of disbelief.
“I thought you would never show me jealous again in the future.”
Cedric smiled cheerfully once more and lightly kissed my cheek.
Then he gently guided my small chin and made me look up at him.
“You have no idea how I feel every time I look into your eyes.”
“...”
“I am happy and relieved that these red eyes are still looking at me. And even then...”
Cedric's soft lips gently touched his eyelids and then slowly fell.
“When I think that your eyes might one day turn to another man, I become uncontrollably anxious.”
“...”
“And I also have such terrible imaginations that I don’t want to be caught because I’m afraid you’ll be afraid of me.”
Cedric, who had been speaking as if he were confessing with his eyes lowered, turned his gaze to me again.
“But now I know that even that pain is my responsibility to endure. Because now I...”
Cedric paused for a moment, then his hand gently slid over my cheek.
“Because I can no longer want anyone but you.”
His eyes, which contained only me, shone brightly.
“It means there is nothing for you to feel anxious or jealous of anymore.”
It was a soft tone that seemed to soothe my anxiety caused by jealousy.
“I knew that, but now I think that imprinting is really unfair to you.”
Cedric wrinkled the tip of his nose playfully as he spoke as if he was reciting, leaning my face slightly into his large hand.
“I think I’m the only one losing a lot of money, but there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s been a long time since I stopped caring about anything other than you.”
“...”
“If you feel even the slightest bit sorry for me...”
affection once again seeped into his blue eyes toward me.
“Just keep staying by my side like you are now.”
At the same time, the High Priest, who did not know the real situation of the Twins Grand Duke and his wife, was secretly toasting.
'I guess it was just my mistake to think that affection had blossomed between the two.'
Now he felt like he could relax a lot until their divorce was announced.
Is that all?
Looking at the situation of those two people now, he was once again reassured that they would not have any problems with each other even after the divorce was announced.
It was a time when he was sipping champagne, relieved that the Pope's unpleasant decree had finally disappeared.
"I...”
Someone approached him cautiously.
High Priest Diat inadvertently turned his head to check on the other person.
“Ah, Countess Bart.”
The High Priestess hastily removed his hand, which he had placed in the pocket of his trousers, and greeted her with courtesy.
Lobelia responded by slightly lowering her head with a smiling face.
Then, she approached High Priest Diat with a slightly stiff face, as if she had something she secretly wanted to say.
"Actually... I was secretly waiting because I heard the High Minister was coming all the way to the north. I came to today’s banquet because I wanted to see the High Priest.”
It was a very small voice as if it had barely gathered courage.
Then, as she looked at her surroundings, her cautious expression was clearly evident.
However, the problem was that High Priest Diat was too indifferent to notice even the slightest emotional changes in someone who had no political interest in him.
He nodded his head vaguely, pretending to listen to what she said, but in reality, there was only one thought in High Priest Diat's mind.
He wants to let his successor, the priest, know that the romantic relationship between Rebecca and Cedric is purely an illusion.
With that in mind, High Priest Diat kept looking around to find his successor.
Lobelia's lips pursed slightly at his apparent indifference, then parted once more.
“High Priest Diat, actually, my parents-in-law...”
However, High Priest Diat's indifference silenced Lobelia once again.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I have some urgent work to do right now, so next time! See you next time!”
High Priest Diat took off as soon as he finished speaking.
It was right after he found the successor priest leaning against the wall alone, unable to socialize with people, at the back of the banquet hall.
However, his steps were stopped again by an uninvited guest.
“Oh my, aren’t you High Priest Diat? It’s been so long!”
After being interrupted twice by others, High Priest Diat felt a slight discomfort.
However, he was not ignorant of society enough to reveal his emotions, so he made an effort to keep his expression on his face and turned his head towards the other person.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you until the next imperial banquet, but that’s surprising. I didn’t know that the high priest would even attend the banquet held in the north.”
Duke Bold walked closer to him with a solemn smile.
High Priest Diat first greeted him and then spoke.
“I was present because I was staying at Twins Castle to bless the North. It appears that the Grand Duchess did not separately convey the news to the Duke that I was in the North.”
When the story of the Grand Duchess came up, small muscles appeared on the Duke of Bold's angular chin.
It was the moment when the High Priest Diat tilted his head at his reaction, unable to hide his displeasure.
“Ah, this woman... ?”
High Priest Diat's gaze turned to an unfamiliar woman standing with Duke Bold's arms crossed.
‘It must be the new mistress. Looking at her outfit, she looks like she's from a commoner, or if I look closely, she's from a country bumpkin or noble family.'
As if confirming his thoughts, Duke Bold's sticky hand touched the woman's shoulder.
"Haha. Well, as you can see.”
Duke Bold wrinkled his nose as if showing off.
High Priest Diat knew that his relationships with women were quite complicated, but he never thought he would bring his mistress to a banquet hosted by his daughter.
Even his daughter Rebecca is the mistress of the Twins Grand Duchy.
He couldn't do that, no matter how much it was a masquerade ball unless he meant to disgrace her.
'As expected, he's from Katsis. With high-ranking nobles so absorbed in pleasure, no matter how great a country is, it is bound to fall into ruin in an instant.'
While thinking this to himself, High Priest Diat smiled at Duke Bold.
“I’m sorry about this, what should I do? I was on my way because I had something important to say to my successor.”
“Well, it wasn’t a good situation to say hello. Still, it was nice to see you after so long, High Priest Diat.”
“I agree. Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll end this.”
With those words, High Priest Diat hurried on his way.
It was at that time that Duke Bold was standing in the same spot, looking indifferently at his leaving behind.
“He looked at me as if I were the meanest woman in the world.”
A new, nervous voice came out of Camilla's lips.
She bit her lower lip as she removed Duke Bold's hand from her shoulder.
However, Duke Bold smiled slyly and firmly wrapped his arms around Camilla's shoulders again.
“It’s as intended, but what? Isn’t it a good thing that everything is going as planned?”
Because of her sleeveless dress, the Duke of Bold's sticky hands felt right on her bare skin.
He was unbearably disgusting.
It was also annoying that Camilla couldn't fully express her discomfort.
'If I had been called Countess Dmitry, I would have been able to run wild with my personality. No, I should never have been treated like this in the first place.'
But Camilla was no longer anyone's master or wife.
What she meant was that she was a complete loner, with no one to protect and help her, both in social circles and in daily life.
In that situation, the only person who could help her was Duke Bold, so she had no choice but to please him, no matter how dirty and mean he was.
However, knowing and understanding her head does not mean that the unpleasant feelings disappear.
Duke Bold's hand on her shoulder and his sinister gaze continued to amplify her discomfort.
Every time that happened, Camilla tried to calm her anger by touching the poison ring on her finger.
'It is only until Rebecca dies and a new Grand Duchess is crowned that I reclaim my position. Because then there will be no need for this disgusting human being.'
For Camilla, she had one more incentive to kill Rebecca as soon as possible.
She looked around her like a lioness looking for prey for a while, and then her golden eyes flashed with life.
Soon after she spotted Rebecca coming down the main stairs.
Even though she was wearing a butterfly mask, there was no way Camilla, who had been Rebecca's maid for many years, would not recognize her.
Camilla was watching her for a while, and her insidious smile slowly spread at the end of her lips.
‘Today’s protagonist... You finally showed up.'
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