After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 132
“Bella.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Dehart called out to her. Just as his trembling fingers reached out toward her shoulder, Sebelia whispered between her heavy breaths.
“Let’s talk later.”
That was all she said. She pulled herself away from him. Dehart swallowed hard. His blue eyes were filled with emotions he couldn’t understand.
“Then, I’ll go.”
With a final, almost dismissive goodbye, Sebelia opened the door and fled without giving him a chance to stop her. Dehart stood frozen, staring after her retreating figure.
After a moment, a cautious voice broke his stillness.
“Dehart.”
He lifted his head, and there stood Claude. Dehart’s eyes, which had been wavering aimlessly, stiffened instantly. Turning his back, he said:
“Not now.”
“……”
“Come back later.”
The door closed, and Claude sighed quietly, his eyes drifting between the empty hallway and the closed door.
* * *
Sebelia’s cold words seemed to snap Dehart back to reality. The golden eyes, once clouded with worry and uncertainty, now carried a chilling clarity.
“Yeah, I know. I didn’t really need to go down to the valley myself.”
But still, Dehart thought it was something he had to do. Only then would he have the right to stay here, to be by her side until she could receive the proper treatment.
“It drove me mad, my judgment completely gone.”
Dehart let out a soft, bitter laugh. That was the reason behind his impatience.
He subconsciously felt that the time he had left with Sebelia, the time they could share together, might be coming to an end. Once the treatment was done, they likely would never meet again. She would never come near the north again, and he would have little reason to leave the north himself.
“I couldn’t see or hear anything. Not until she yelled at me.”
Claude, who had been quietly listening, shook his head.
“At least now you understand.”
“Yes. I’m just thankful I figured it out before it was too late.”
Dehart shook his head and stood up. His face, cold and determined like a finely honed blade, showed no sign of hesitation.
* * *
Sebelia had trouble falling asleep for a long while. She tossed and turned. Her mind was unsettled, until she finally gave up and sat up in bed.
“Ha.”
Her heart still churned with turbulence. She half-layed on the daybed near the window, opening it to let the cool night air touch her cheeks, mingling with the moonlight that poured in.
“What should I do now?”
She knew she could no longer remain indifferent to him. Now that her resentment had resurfaced, it was impossible to treat him coldly as she once had.
Everything was a mess. Sebelia leaned her arms on the windowsill, burying her face in them. The cold moonlight gently settled over her hair, as if caressing it.
Click. The sound of the door opening broke the stillness. Lost in her confused emotions, Sebelia slowly turned her head.
“Maya?”
In the darkness, sharp green eyes shone brightly. As Sebelia reached out, the sound of hurried footsteps followed, and a soft furry bundle leapt into her arms.
“What did you steal this time?”
She hadn’t heard any whimpering. Whatever it was, it was clenched tightly in its mouth. It was probably one of Claude’s hidden toys or one of Watt’s medical tools.
When Sebelia gently tried to take it from the animal’s mouth, Maya let out a grumpy sound. But after a moment, Sebelia achieved her goal.
“Oh, Maya.”
Sebelia sighed deeply as she recognized the item Maya had stolen. In her hand was a silver cross necklace, covered in saliva.
“You really seem to like this.”
With a wry smile, Sebelia cleaned the necklace with a handkerchief. The blue gem embedded in the silver shimmered softly, reflecting the moonlight.
As she stared at it, thoughts she had buried deep inside suddenly resurfaced.
Did you, by any chance, keep this necklace ever since I gave it to you?
Last time, she had been able to ignore it, pretending she hadn’t seen it. She had perfectly drawn a line between the past version of Sebelia and the current Bella. But now, that wasn’t the case.
The boundary between the past and the present had blurred, and the traces of it were vanishing.
Thinking he had long discarded it, Sebelia let out a bitter laugh as she wiped the necklace. The sharp feeling of confusion and resentment pressed against her throat.
I can’t understand you.
In truth, she had never once been able to understand him since they married.
