After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 52
Sebelia, who received a straightforward letter with no context, was left speechless.
“He came to visit Denisa out of the blue…?”
What on earth happened? Sebelia tried to make sense of the situation, but soon realized it was an impossible task.
“What reasons could Dehart possibly have for seeking out Denisa?”
In the East, talk about the North, particularly about the Inverness lineage, was avoided, so the rumors about Hillend Hall didn’t elicit the same sensational reactions as it did in the Capital. Sebelia only knew that the mood at Hillend Hall turned sour after her funeral, but she wasn’t aware of the details. So she felt utterly perplexed by Denisa’s note—it was like being told that the sun was rising in the west.
“They have no connection whatsoever.”
But no matter how much she denied reality, the words on the letter didn’t change.
“Hah…”
Sebelia groaned, holding her head. Regardless of the cause, Denisa seemed to be tormented by Dehart somehow. And it felt like that torment might even reach Sebelia by the way Denisa was asking her to leave.
I might not understand what’s going on, but I’ll take Denisa’s word for it for now.
Sebelia swung open the closet door. Crisis seemed to make her brain work better than usual.
The fact that Denisa sent a letter means that at least Dehart didn’t detain or torture her.
It was a gruesome speculation to make about her ex-husband, but still, it was a relief.
“But to change the destination…”
A small furrow formed on Sebelia’s brow. Originally, Sebelia and Denisa had planned to settle in a small town at the eastern edge of the country. They had even rented a house there in advance, and now she was being told to change her destination.
“Not imprisoned, but trapped in an inescapable situation… or perhaps it’s become impossible for her to come to me at all.”
What on earth could have happened? Sebelia’s head felt like it was splitting.
Perhaps she’s telling me to go somewhere else because they’ve found out we’ve bought a house in the East.
Was the situation that grave?
“…Hah.”
Her heart raced, and the stress made everything spin before her eyes.
“I’m getting dizzy.”
It was the same feeling she had when she saw the shaman just before she left Hillend Hall. She felt trapped while the other party seemed to be two steps ahead in their plans to corner her.
“…But I succeeded in the end.”
She left that cold, heartless place and gained freedom. Sebelia reassured herself. Her gaze drifted towards the envelope containing the medical report inside her bag.
Perhaps it was the totality of that faint hope, something that might give her an unexpected future.
A fleeting mix of complicated emotions flickered and vanished on Sebelia’s face as she looked upon it. Then, she said in a calm and resigned voice, “Perhaps this was destined to happen.”
It was an unconscious statement. Sebelia was startled by her own words and suddenly raised her head. She caught sight of her reflection in the opposite mirror.
Those weren’t the tired eyes I’d seen before leaving the clinic. The misty blue eyes looked satisfied. They looked happy, as if something that had been troubling them had been resolved in the way they had hoped.
“Ah.”
An epiphany struck her mind like lightning. At the same time, her cheeks flushed with shame.
“…Here I am again, finding myself pushed into such a situation.”
Only in the face of crisis did she become honest about her shallow desires.
“Unbelievable.”
Sebelia closed her travel bag with a bittersweet smile. The desire to live, to look forward to an uncertain future rather than a safe death, was certainly not shallow, but Sebelia had never been honest with herself about her desires in her life.
She’d been deprived of choices before she’d wanted them, and when she’d shown a taste for something, she’d been scorned for it. So even as she set out to be herself, she was forced to struggle with self-loathing for a while.
“How much am I lacking…”
And much like her, Dehart was also groaning in pain.
Though it was a pain of a different kind.
