I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 132



Only Noblemtl

My First and Last
2024.03.11.

Every time Rosenblu uttered a word, Cordelia felt like a sharp thorn was stabbing her heart. She

knew that Lydia hated her. But this kind of blatant and hostile hatred? It was only something she had heard indirectly, but her heart tingled.

It hurt more than her sprained ankle. As much as she had thought of Lydia as a friend for a while, the hatred and loathing she had for her made Cordelia suffer.

However, the one who tormented Cordelia the most was Rosenblu. Although she didn’t express her feelings openly, it seemed as if she wanted to say that Cordelia was the culprit of all this.

“Do you want me to die?”

Cordelia tightly grabbed Rosenblu’s hand that was hovering around her cheek. Rosenblu was startled by that bold touch and tried to pull her hand away, but Cordelia didn’t let go.

“Since Lydia joined hands with Maximilian and descended upon the devil after I showed up, are you trying to say that Lydia made that choice because of me?”

“That’s… …”

Unlike just now, when he had been reciting the contents of his sister’s diary without hesitation, Rosenblu couldn’t move his lips as if he had been drinking honey.

“Tell me.”

Cordelia didn’t avoid his eyes. She didn’t know where this courage came from. Rosenblu’s unfair accusations burned her heart like wildfire. Unresolved anger built up and quietly burned her heart.

“Is that what you want?”

“… … No.”

“Then why did you bring me a passage from Lydia’s diary and hand it to me? What do you want from me? An apology? Death? Guilt?”

Cordelia’s voice was not loud. Rather, it was much quieter than before. Nevertheless, Rosenblu’s voice was clearly piercing into his ears.

He tried to pull away Cordelia’s hand once more, but it was as easy as if it had been stuck to a magnet. It was a third party who pulled the hand away.

“What are you two doing?”

“Master.”

Leonard grabbed Cordelia’s hand with a fierce expression, as if he had misunderstood something. He didn’t look too happy.

Leonard grabbed Cordelia’s wrist tightly. The two stared at each other ambiguously, unable to say anything.

“I asked you what you were doing.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing. Are you saying that Rosenblu’s the reason you rejected my proposal?”

Cordelia was extremely uncomfortable with this situation. If Leonard found out what Rosenblu’s just said, he would definitely not let it go quietly.

“Wait, proposal? You proposed to Cordelia?”

Rosenblu’s eyes widened at the unexpected word. It was even more shocking because he thought it would never come out of the mouth of a friend he had known for decades.

“Right. So I hope you don’t get too close to Cordelia.”

Leonard drew the line politely but firmly. Cordelia quickly denied it.

“Mr. Rosenblu and I, that’s not it. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, Master… … .”

Cordelia turned to Leonard and tried to persuade him in a soft voice. However, that seemed to be the trigger, and Leonard’s emotions, which he had been suppressing, exploded immediately.

“Tell me what you’re thinking? When I saw you holding hands, I thought I wanted to cut that bastard’s wrists off and throw him in the river.”

“… … Master.”

“You’re flirting with another man after just a few hours of rejecting me?”

The purple eyes that met her eyes were burning so hot that she could feel the heat. Cordelia was embarrassed and pleased by it.

“Tell me. Do you really have some kind of arrangement with Rosenblu?”

“No. You know. I’ve only known Mr. Rosenblu for a short time, and we’ve only talked to each other for a short time… … .” “

It’s not like feelings start to sprout just because you’ve known him for a long time. What on earth were they talking about that an unmarried man and woman were holding hands? If you had come a little later, you would have hugged each other.”

I don’t know why I like his childish jealousy so much. Cordelia tried to suppress the laughter that was escaping from her lips.

Just a few minutes ago, Rosenblu’s thorny words had torn her heart apart, but when she saw Leonard’s face, she forgot all about it. All she could see was his eyes.

“Nazabut planted a shadow. Cordelia and I were on our way back after defeating the shadow.”

“Shadow?”

Rosenblu explained in a calm voice what had happened. Cordelia added an explanation here and there as if to urge him on.

“Nazabut’s shadow was in your maid’s body?”

“Yes. Not long after the Master left, Chelsea came in and her voice changed. After that, it was just as Rosenblu explained.”

“But why were you holding hands?”

“I twisted my foot, so you’re supporting me.”

At Cordelia’s excuse, Rosenblu’s gaze swung to her face and then back down. Her words seemed to be working. Now Leonard’s attention was focused on Cordelia’s foot rather than Rosenblu’s.

“Is your foot hurt? Look. Isn’t that the foot you hurt before? I told you to be careful.”

Leonard knelt down in front of her without hesitation. His tone was grumbling, but his hands were very careful as he touched her foot under her skirt.

Cordelia stood on one leg, holding onto his shoulder.

“Ouch.”

“Here? It’s swollen again. How could you cause trouble if I wasn’t around for even a moment?”

His healing magic wrapped around her ankle.

“I didn’t hit you. I got caught up in it. How could I have known that Nazabut was inside Chelsea’s body?”

Cordelia grumbled, her lips curling. As they talked about everyday life so casually, the events of just a few hours ago felt like a distant past.

Leonard got up as if it were nothing and held Cordelia’s waist to support her. Cordelia stared blankly at his hand. It was firm and warm.

Should she just pretend not to know? Should she pretend not to know about the devil’s blood and all?

Cordelia closed her eyes and imagined her wedding with him. Walking down a flower-decorated virgin road, swearing eternal vows in front of the priest, lying down next to him at night, eating with him in the morning, and someday having a child who resembled him, a child… … As

she rushed toward the end, her face darkened in an instant.

‘You are the devil’s child. A beast with the devil’s blood.’

‘The child you gave birth to will also be a devil.’

‘No, how dare you have a child?’

Maximilian’s voice spread out in many directions, tormenting Cordelia endlessly.

She tried her best to deny it, but the voice only grew louder. Eventually, Cordelia shook off Leonard’s hand and escaped his embrace.

“I, I want to be alone.”

“What do you mean? It’s not like you can get better just because you used healing magic. You have to go up and get treatment from the doctor. Your body won’t be healthy anyway because of the poison.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“… … Are you uncomfortable with me being next to you?”

“It’s not that you’re uncomfortable.”

Cordelia deliberately trailed off. That was enough to convey what she wanted to say. Leonard sighed and stepped back a little. Cordelia lowered her head, feeling guilty every time she looked at his wounded eyes.

“I’ll take you to the doctor, Leo.”

Rosenblu stepped in between them. Leonard almost shouted, “Who are you?” but held it back. That wasn’t what was important right now. What was most important to him was Cordelia’s health and safety.

“Yes. Please.”

Leonard stepped back a little. Rosenblur took his place. Cordelia took Rosenblur’s hand and walked away.

When Leonard’s gaze no longer stung her back, Rosenblur spoke.

“Did you reject Leo’s proposal?”

“Yes.”

Cordelia walked forward, looking straight ahead. A slight pain rose up with every step, but it wasn’t unbearable.

“Is it because of Lydia?”

“No. It has nothing to do with Lydia.”

Now they were completely inside the castle. Cordelia pulled her hand away from Rosenblur’s.

“I’ll take care of the senator. Thank you for helping me out.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“I think there’s a misunderstanding. I don’t hate you or dislike you.”

Cordelia burst into laughter at the obvious excuse. Rosenblur looked at her face quietly.

“You said you could breathe only when I’m gone. “ I think you’ve expressed your hatred for me enough.”

“It wasn’t me, it was Lydia.”

“Lydia told me what she wanted to say?”

Cordelia cut him off and continued with something else. It was rude, but Rosenblu didn’t think to point it out. Instead, he couldn’t take his eyes off Cordelia’s green eyes.

“I don’t want to know what Lydia is thinking. I still don’t understand why becoming your disciple is a valid reason for her to be spiteful. To be honest, I don’t even want to understand it.”

“… … .”

“I heard that you already rejected Lydia’s confession. Despite that, Lydia didn’t give up and coveted what she couldn’t have, and walked into hell herself.”

Rosenblu wanted to refute him, but in the end, nothing came out of his mouth.

“I don’t think things would have gotten any better if I hadn’t been there.”

He still didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like he wanted to hear an answer anyway. Cordelia was about to leave him and move forward.

At that moment, Rosenblu grabbed her left wrist urgently.

“I’m sorry.”

He took a deep breath, bowed his head, and apologized politely. He stuttered several times before finally opening his lips.

“I, I guess I needed someone to blame. I guess I wanted to believe that you were the cause of all this, even though I knew better than anyone that it wasn’t. You’re right.”

Rosenblu’s face was distorted in pain. Cordelia listened to him silently.

“When my parents died, they both asked me to take good care of Lydia. So I brought everything my sister wanted to do and have and left it at her feet. Maybe that was the beginning of all this tragedy.”