I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 153



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Side Story 1. Wedding
2024.04.01.

In response, Cordelia straightened up from her half-buried body in Leonard’s arms. Then she looked up at his chin. Leonard was extremely annoyed.

“I should have met you sooner than that Abrams guy. If I had met you a year earlier, you wouldn’t have had to marry that guy.”

“… … Tsk. Do you think you would have married me right away just because you met me a year earlier? It would have taken you a year just to tease me about my stone brain.”

Realizing that her concern was childish jealousy toward Craig, Cordelia relaxed again.

“You tease me about my stone brain? I never teased my wife. I just told the truth.”

“Oh, really!”

He said solemnly. Cordelia immediately raised her eyes and retorted. Leonard teased his new bride in a generous tone.

“Okay, then I’ll keep that fact to myself.”

Cordelia’s lips trembled.

“Do you want to get married alone today?”

“Haha. Just kidding. Just kidding.”

“Hmph.”

Cordelia snorted and turned her head away, and Leonard smiled and kissed her cheek.

“You were special from the moment I met you. So I probably would have fallen for you sooner if I had met you sooner.”

“Hmph.”

It was the same answer as before, but the awkwardness disappeared and only trembling remained. Leonard, who quickly noticed the difference, said with a gentle smile.

“What I regret is that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

Cordelia slowly turned her face away from him and faced him.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll believe you if you kiss my other cheek too.”

Over the past six months, Cordelia had become quite shameless and accustomed to receiving kisses. Leonard laughed out loud and willingly followed his wife’s words.

The affectionate gesture that started with a shallow kiss gradually deepened, and before she knew it, Leonard was occupying Cordelia. She complained that her clothes were ruined, but did not push her husband’s shoulder away.

“Keuh-heum.”

Baron’s rough cough could be heard through the half-open door. Cordelia was a little startled by the sound and escaped Leonard’s embrace.

“Guests are waiting outside.”

“Tell them to wait.”

Leonard replied irritably, as if he was not happy about being interrupted. He seemed to have forgotten that today was the wedding.

Cordelia hurriedly adjusted her clothes. Baron, who was standing with his back turned, sighed and said,

“Actually, His Majesty is looking for you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Since he did not know the reason, all Baron could do was make an ambiguous remark. Leonard also did not want an answer, so he stood up without saying anything. He left small kisses on the bride’s forehead and cheeks with regret.

“I’ll go first, so see you later.”

“Madam, you should go down too, no.”

Baron, who met Leonard’s intense gaze, quickly closed his mouth. Cordelia blinked and asked,

“Oh, should I go out now?”

“No. It is the custom of Attila that the bride stays in the room until just before the wedding.”

Baron made up a new custom without even licking his lips.

Even if he had told Leonard that the madam should come out and greet the guest, he would have said, “Who are you to tell my wife to come and go before the wedding?”

Cordelia believed him without much doubt.

“Then I will wait until I am ready.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes became affectionate as she said she was leaving. If Baron, who was next to her, had not coughed like a tuberculosis patient once again, Leonard would not have been able to leave the bride’s room. As

the two men left, the maids who had been waiting outside came in and fixed her disheveled clothes, hair, and makeup.

“You are beautiful, madam.”

“Anyone who sees you would surely go blind.”

“I think I should bring a thicker veil.”

It was so familiar that she had heard it hundreds of times, but it seemed inevitable that she felt good every time she heard it. The maids, who noticed that the corners of Cordelia’s lips were curved, continued to praise her without fail.

“Madam.”

“Huh?”

“We have a guest.”

“Right now?”

When they checked the time, they saw that it was about time to go downstairs. Cordelia thought for a moment.

“Who is it?”

“Elector Elfenbaum.”

“What?”

She jumped up from her seat. It was a name she had never imagined hearing in this place today.

“How?”

“Yes?”

“How is he here? No. Just bring him here.”

Rosenbler had been badly injured in the fight with Nazabut and was on the verge of death, but miraculously recovered. After that, all she heard was that he had stopped all external activities and gone into seclusion to deal with the crimes committed by Lydia Elfenbaum.

Of course, that was not all that was needed for his crimes.

Lydia had to pay a huge amount of compensation to repair the damage she had caused throughout Ershe. The scale of the damage was so great that people were openly talking about whether Elfenbaum’s glory, which had lasted for hundreds of years, would end.

Not long after the maid left the room, a black-haired man quietly appeared at the door. Cordelia dismissed the maids and greeted him inside.

“It’s been a while. Elector Elfenbaum.”

“No, not the name. Lady Attila. “It’s been a long time.”

Cordelia was inwardly surprised, even though she knew that he was Rosenblu. In just half a year, his face had completely changed.

The gentle and kind face was no longer visible. Only traces of long suffering were deeply engraved in his shadowed eyes. In addition, his black hair, which had always been neatly arranged, had grown long enough to cover his shoulders.

Rosenblu’s face darkened even more at his overly polite answer. Fearing that he might misunderstand, Cordelia hurriedly added,

“Actually, I’m practicing to become Lady Attila.”

“What kind of practice?”

“Leonard said that it’s a process of getting used to Attila’s authority. That’s why I’m practicing being overly polite to everyone around me and keeping my distance.”

“Oh. I see.”

A faint smile appeared on Rosenblu’s lips as he learned the intentions of the engineering department.

“I heard you were seriously injured. How are you? Are you okay now?”

“Yes. Thanks to your concern, I’m fully recovered.”

“I sent you an invitation, but I didn’t expect you to attend.”

“Would it have been better if I hadn’t come here?”

“No, no. What I mean is that given the circumstances, I thought it would be difficult for you to come to Lancia.”

Cordelia hurriedly waved her hand. A subtle wall and awkward silence hung between them. Rosenblu was the first to break the silence.

“I thought I should apologize properly to Madame Attila after that day. Then, the invitation caught my eye, and seeing that the date was approaching, I came running to Lancia.”

“An apology?”

“For what Lydia did to you.”

“Hmm.”

Cordelia let out a short groan. She had talked to Leonard about Lydia in passing, but they hadn’t delved into it deeply. Leonard knew that Cordelia was intentionally avoiding the subject, so he didn’t mention it.

“There’s no need for the Elector to apologize on Lydia’s behalf for what she did. No matter how much we’re the only family, there’s no need to take the blame for her sins.”

“No. It was certainly my fault that Lydia made such a terrible choice. And I cowardly blamed you.”

“… … .”

Cordelia recalled the last conversation they had at the castle of Hasimus in Embly. Rosenblur recited Lydia’s diary and subtly criticized Cordelia. Cordelia felt uncomfortable as she vividly recalled that day.

Rosenblur bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry. None of this was your fault. Back then, I needed someone to blame… … . Even this excuse is superfluous. I may not be able to forgive Lydia for the terrible things she did to you, but I will live my life atonement on her behalf. I am also truly sorry for the rude things I said to Lady Attila.”

“The Elector already apologized to me back then. I have forgotten, so please forget, Elector.”

“How nice it would be if I could forget.”

Rosenblur smiled faintly.

“I imagine it a hundred, ten thousand times. What if Lydia hadn’t made a contract with the devil? What if she had given up Leo and married someone else? If Maximilian hadn’t existed, wouldn’t all that tragedy have been prevented?”

“That’s a meaningless assumption. It’s already happened. We have to move on. We can’t keep carrying the dead.”

Cordelia didn’t offer any lame consolation. Anyone could say that.

Although her feelings toward Rosenblu were not all good, the kindness he had shown her still remained in a part of Cordelia.

A person who is buried in the past cannot have a present or a future.

“Yes. We have to move on. Moving forward… … .”

Rosenblu muttered, looking into space. Cordelia almost reached out her hand without realizing it because his face was so lonely and dark. At that moment, the maid peeped her head out through the crack in the half-open door.