After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 72
Dehart was puzzled. No, to be honest, he felt like he might have gone insane. He couldn’t understand why he had opened his eyes seemingly unharmed. Just as resigned himself to the pain and torment of his end, he felt himself being forcibly dragged back up.
He couldn’t see his surroundings clearly through his blurry vision, but one thing was certain. He had escaped that quagmire of nightmares. He had been released from that recurring hell.
Why?
His eyes flickered, and his well-shaped lips twisted into a miserable grimace.
I thought it was the end.
A sigh escaped from Dehart’s lips. He closed his eyes, letting the tears flow. He couldn’t bring himself to accept the reality that was left to him. This was not what he wanted.
What I want is…!
But he didn’t dare say it out loud. It wasn’t something so easily spoken. It made him feel powerless. All he could was close his eyes and cage himself away from the outside world.
But when he closed his eyes, Sebelia’s image haunted him, as if she were lurking and waiting in the corners of his mind. Sebelia stabbed and impaled, Sebelia drinking poison and coughing up blood, and Sebelia being tortured.
And standing at the top of the bell tower, her body hung by the neck…
His heart throbbed and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t understand why he had opened his eyes again. It would have been better to have it all end just like that. Even if he were bound by nightmares, it wouldn’t have mattered. His emotions leaked from his ragged and beaten heart, flowing in all directions like poison.
“Ah…”
Nevertheless, he accepted the situation he found himself in. It was not a matter of will but rather a habit. It was his daily routine to have his hopes and expectations betrayed.
Swallowing a sigh, Dehart tried to push himself up, and realized something was wrong.
“Ugh.”
A chilling light passed over his golden eyes. He realized his limbs were completely bound to the bed. As if that wasn’t enough, his mouth was gagged. It was strange to realize it only now.
Why didn’t I notice?
As his vision gradually came back into focus, he saw a vial of sedative. It was a remedy usually given to those who thrash about recklessly and had lost awareness of their surroundings.
So that’s how it is.
No wonder his body felt heavy and he was slow to recognize reality.
Dehart’s golden eyes were cold as they calmly scanned the room. It appears that he had been set up masterfully. As much as he wanted to deny it, perhaps the brunette Sebelia was a trap after all.
[Think carefully. Who would benefit from orchestrating such a thing?]
He remembered Eli’s words before he entered the Sixth Road. Dehart coffee. There were so many people who wished for his downfall. In all honesty, he could consider everyone but himself a suspect.
Even my own family turned against me.
Shaking his head, Dehart bit down hard on the flesh inside his mouth. The metallic scent of blood pierced his nostrils as it leaked on the cloth that was jammed into his mouth. The sensation of reality pricked at his skin. The time to wallow in her death was over.
Cold, hard reality stared back at him and opened its arms. Sebelia Inverness was dead, buried by his own two hands, and his pursuit of her at the square had been a trap.
Indeed, you must be…dead. The peaceful face of yours that I saw that day was the last. The you I met in the square was nothing more than an illusion created by my own inability to move on.
Dehart groaned at the reality he wanted to turn away from.
Yes, my prayers will never reach the heavens.
A selfish, ungrateful child who ran away from his family and survived on his own. A monster born with the cursed blood of a disgraced duke, devoid of any honor. The wish of such a repugnant creature would never come true.
It was absurd to think that I was granted the miracle of you still being alive.
Forcing himself to accept the reality of her death, Dehart felt a pain as if his insides were being torn apart. But he endured it. If fate didn’t allow him a peaceful death, then he had to endure.
More importantly, he had to make those who dared to violate and defile Sebelia’s image pay a fitting price.
“…… Kkh!”
Frost formed over Dehart’s pupils. White mist spread over his pale golden eyes. Sparks flew like currents over his skin. However, the thunderous crack he awaited didn’t come.
Unbelievable.
He gritted his teeth and looked at his clenched fist. As expected, he lacked the strength to conjure even a small bolt of lightning right now. He could barely produce a small flash, but he’d have to endure a gut-wrenching pain if he tried anything more than that.
I can’t do it.
Dehart acknowledged that the situation was not in his favor. However, he couldn’t simply give up and let things be. Even if it meant vomiting blood, he had to capture and kill those who took advantage of Sebelia’s death.
With his decision made, Dehart quietly focused on his breath. Concentration was necessary to gather strength.
And then it happened.
Click.
The door swung open and someone entered. Judging by the heavy footsteps, it seemed to be a well-built man. Dehart calmly exhaled. The other man, perhaps thinking he hadn’t regained his senses yet, approached the bed without hesitation.
“Oh dear.”
A thin sigh filled his ears. The voice somehow sounded familiar, and Dehart unconsciously furrowed his brow. Then, as the following words reached him, he widened his eyes in disbelief.
“How did you grow up to be such a vicious man, nephew?”
Claude Inverness, a man who preferred to be called Cardy, put down his soup and scolded him.
