After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 104
Before he could even rejoice in the fact that Sebelia was alive, another despair washed over him. Why had she chosen a different name after he lost his memory? She could have simply said Sebelia.
Could it be that she didn’t believe I had amnesia?
That might be true. To her, he was someone she didn’t want to confront. Even with his memory gone, she might have held onto a glimmer of hope.
“Ha…”
In any case, if he was to summarize the situation, it was this: Sebelia had wanted to leave Hillend Hall for some reason. In the process, she had used illusion magic to hold a funeral and had successfully escaped.
No matter how he looked at it, it was a bleak situation for him. There was no way she had left because she liked Hillend Hall. The meticulousness of even preparing a fake corpse made that clear.
She must have found Hillend Hall and its people utterly intolerable.
“I…”
Dehart’s eyes twisted in anguish. Dark clouds loomed over his golden eyes. He had thought that if Sebelia was alive, he would simply be happy. He believed it would be a miracle. But it wasn’t.
Why did his heart feel so heavy? What was bothering him? Dehart groaned, resting his head against the wall.
At that moment, the conversation he had shared with Denisa shot through his mind like an arrow.
[Miss has already grown weary of unrequited affection for a long time. So, not being able to spend your anniversary together only hardened her already solidified blood, without inflicting any further wounds.]
[Are you saying… that it sounds like she had already given up on me?]
[Yes.]
[Miss had already sent her heart’s farewell to the Duke.]
It was only then that Dehart realized the reality he had been overlooking. He understood why he felt so restless, why he felt uneasy even after confirming that she was alive.
The woman sleeping below was Sebelia, who had completely let go of him in her heart. She was not the past version of her that he longed for and wished to meet, even in dreams.
* * *
At this point, the pain felt intimately familiar. He groaned at the thorn-like ache piercing his chest. But he couldn’t just let it go. Now that he knew she was alive, he couldn’t sit idle.
Dehart racked his brain. How could he remain by her side when she had gone so far as to hold a funeral to leave him? And this was the result.
“Should I bring you more?”
Dehart casually asked Sebelia, who was blinking at him after finishing her chocolate chip ice cream. She paused, holding a small spoon, then nodded slightly.
Seeing that, Dehart nearly let out a groan. Knowing she was the real Sebelia changed everything. No wonder his heart had been so unsettled in the forest; if she was the real her, it was only natural.
“While you wait, try some of these as well. The cookies with raspberries are quite tasty.”
Dehart pushed the bowl of colorful cookies toward her. Sebelia stared at him for a moment before picking one up. He smiled and then stood up from his seat.
Leaning against the hallway wall, he let out a long sigh.
“Ha…”
There were moments when he couldn’t help but feel skeptical. He had never done anything so awkward in his life. But right now, this was all he could do.
Living on as Dehart, who had lost his memory. Facing her not as the discarded Dehart of the past but as someone with new possibilities.
I have no other choice.
As the head of the Inverness family and her husband, Dehart felt abandoned. A painful light flickered in his golden eyes before fading away.
It truly was a stroke of luck that he had lost his memory. Dehart swallowed a bitter smile as he opened the freezer door. If he had carelessly confronted her with accusations and shouted questions, he wouldn’t be experiencing this moment.
Who would have thought imitating Eli would be beneficial?
He didn’t want to praise that guy, but it was true that his behavior had been helpful. Dehart tried to follow Eli’s example of breaking down people’s walls and earning their affection, hoping to gain Sebelia’s trust.
“Although my initial purpose was different…”
At first, he had thought she was setting a trap to bring him down, so he couldn’t help it. Rationalizing his actions, Dehart took the chocolate chip ice cream and headed back into the hallway.
I’m not the damn master of Hillend Hall; I’m just a twenty-nine-year-old who has lost his memory.
So please don’t push me away, Sebelia. I’m no longer the person who caused you distress back then.
Knock, knock.
“Dehart?”
“I brought ice cream.”
“Come in.”
With a click, the door opened, and the curtain rose. At last, Dehart chose to merge with the mask he had been wearing.
* * *
“Did you think not reporting it was something you could make up for?”
Silas said, tossing down some papers. Nathan shrank back, meeting his cold gaze.
“I have no excuse.”
Silas sighed and clasped his hands together.
“That’s not what I wanted to hear, Nathan.”
It had been a week since they had lost Denisa, Sebelia’s nanny. Throughout that long period, Nathan had deliberately kept that fact a secret.
Silas learned of the situation when the secretary he had assigned to Nathan could no longer hold back and revealed the truth.
