After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 69
The man kneeling before her, groaning in pain, was none other than Dehart, tormented by the nightmare of her death.
“Sebelia, no…!”
Kwaaaang—!
White lightning illuminated the surroundings. In the midst of the bursting white light, Sebelia recalled the small, whimsical wish she had abandoned when leaving the mansion—the wish she couldn’t even bring herself to consider again.
I hope I die, and you regret it.
Even if it were just for a brief moment, she wished Dehart would feel like his heart was tearing apart, experiencing the unbearable pain of her death. She wished that he would long for her presence, regret his actions toward her, and suffer in anguish.
“Oh, what a world.”
Sebelia buried her face in her hands.
The wish, driven by overwhelming emotions, turned into resentment and soaked into a curse. She looked at the charred forest and Dehart writhing in pain, losing his sanity. It seemed as if her own wish had summoned the current dreadful reality.
“I…” she muttered.
Yes, that was it. She wished for him to regret, suffer, and feel pain after her death. She wanted him to despise it, resent it, and never find happiness after she was gone.
“…But I never wished for you to die before me. I never wanted this.”
Sebelia exhaled with a pale face. All she desired was to return the pain she received, to make him suffer as much as she did. She wanted him to feel the everlasting agony of being abandoned by a loved one.
However, there was a condition to that pain. And she believed that this condition would never be fulfilled. Because for him to suffer after her death…
He had to love me.
“It’s absurd.”
Her voice erupted like a scream.
“Why in the world would you…?”
It was unbelievable. She didn’t want to believe it. Sebelia Inverness should be nothing more than a Capital-born illegitimate child, a woman who knew nothing about his grace and betrayed him. Although she understood it was contradictory and illogical, she needed it to be so.
I… I hoped for something impossible, knowing it could never happen.
Because she knew he would never regret it. Because he abandoned her without any regrets, saying he didn’t need her excuses.
So when I saw you running towards me in the square, I couldn’t believe it…
She recalled the moment their eyes met. Sebelia could feel his desperation all over her body. Yet, she vehemently denied it. Denying was the only way to escape, the only way to survive.
“…I am already dead.”
Sebelia Inverness was dead.
The priests conducted her funeral, and relatives gathered to kiss her forehead. Flowers and dirt were sprinkled over the heavy coffin, and finally, the world bid her a complete farewell. She was dead. The dead cannot come back to life.
The affection given to the person named Sebelia Inverness no longer held any value. Her existence had meaning only in the past.
It’s already too late.
We are too late. Perhaps, it was wrong from the beginning. Sebelia gazed at the confused Dehart still wandering in the nightmare.
“How should I deal with you? No, what should I do…?” Sebelia mumbled, her face expressionless.
Then, suddenly, her body straightened, as if a splash of cold water had brought her back to reality.
“Yes, I am no longer Sebelia Inverness.”
She was no longer the person he seeks. So, do not be swept away by the past. Do not be entangled with what you have abandoned. Sebelia Inverness, you are dead. Buried with everything you hated and loved. Therefore…
“His regrets are not mine.”
Sebelia affirmed to herself, throwing a determined glance towards the bag she had brought from afar.
Maybe the spell on the letter will dispel the nightmare too, since I haven’t experienced any.
Sebelia alternated her gaze between the bag and Dehart, exhaling a weary sigh.
“…Well, there’s no other choice.”
Hesitantly, Sebelia reached out to him. His rigid body easily yielded to her touch. Carefully, Sebelia laid him down on the ground.
At that moment, there was a sudden flash of heat. Sebelia spun around, her shoulders tensing in surprise. Her blue eyes grew wide. The burned forest had clearly regenerated.
And then a tall, well-dressed man stepped out from the trees.
“Sorry for being late,” the man said with a gentle smile, holding a lantern in his hand. His eyes, shining with a subtle golden hue, met Sebelia’s gaze. “I came to welcome the guest… but is he your companion?”
The man bore a striking resemblance to Dehart.
