Chapter 161: It Began with Alia, and Ends with Livia

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• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 229: The Hunting Cabin

  The three sat around the bedside, the flickering firelight in each of their eyes revealing a mix of unease and unwavering resolve.“We need to go over the details one more time,” Elise was the first to break the silence. She had always been the one who valued preparation above all else before taking action.“Livia’s safety is the top priority. After that—Jim must not discover the secret chamber, especially not realize that we’ve already found part of the Holy Grail’s trail. If he even suspects the existence of anything hidden within the castle, it’s all over.”“In other words,” Livia added softly, “we need a location that can lure him in, but is far enough from the chamber—or any of the castle’s secrets. Somewhere that, even if he tears apart every stone, he’ll find nothing.”It was then that Marcellus, who had remained silent for a long while, suddenly spoke. His voice was lower than usual, as if he were dredging something up from memory.“Actually… there’s a place near the depths of

• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 228: The Plan

  “But he’s someone who always hides in the shadows—and he’s on Eryx’s side. How are we supposed to contact him? And who do we send?” Elias frowned, his tone laced with both concern and a subtle flicker of anticipation.Livia leaned lightly against the table, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm across its surface. Her narrowed gaze gleamed with a cunning sort of certainty.“You, of course.”“Me?” Elias blinked, momentarily caught off guard.“Exactly.” Livia nodded, a faint smile curling her lips—one that carried the lingering warmth of old memories.“He’s the king of the underworld. Those back alleys we ignore, the slums, the smuggling tunnels—even the pigeon lofts—could all be his eyes. All you need is to find a few familiar faces from the black market and pass on a message—straightforward, even blunt. He’s not the kind to sit still. The moment you leave an opening, he’ll be too eager to resist jumping in.”She paused, eyes momentarily distant, a flicker of reminiscence flashing through

• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 227: Time to See Jim

  “Yes, I already planted the seeds of doubt. Now, it’s a matter of whether we can use them to deceive Jim,” Livia said calmly, her voice unwavering with a quiet determination.“It’s time I met Jim face to face.”The moment her words fell, Marcellus stood up abruptly, his tone uncharacteristically sharp:“No. Absolutely not! It’s too dangerous!”He stared at her—not just with worry, but with fear and reluctance.“You’re talking about Jim. Based on everything we know about him, he’s not just Eryx’s subordinate—he’s one of the most ruthless and alert men in this city. How could you possibly deceive him under his nose? Even if you succeed, what could you actually get from him? We don’t even know for sure whether the well contains the Holy Grail.”Livia didn’t answer immediately. She simply looked at him—eyes steady, unwavering.“We can’t afford to miss any more chances,” she said slowly.“Of course I’m not foolish enough to try to ‘completely fool’ him. I only need to distract him—just eno

• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 226: The Strategy of Discord

  A few days later, a royal decree arrived swiftly from the capital, spreading through all the major cities like wildfire.The contents were terse, yet heavy with unspoken pressure: every major city must dispatch legions to the capital for a military parade—to demonstrate unity and the might of the central government.Before anyone could process the strangeness of this order, word had already spread—Eryx would personally lead a portion of the Second Legion to the capital.At once, whispers began to shift across the city.Upon receiving the command, Eryx remained silent for a long while. He knew this wasn’t a simple “military exercise.” The sudden summons stank of backstage manipulation. If they only needed a show of force, his personal presence wouldn’t have been necessary. He had sensed something for a while now—but there was no proof.Still, a direct order from the royal court couldn’t be refused.Before departing, he called his adjutant Will to his side, his tone as steady as always:

• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 225: Father and Daughter Clash

  Edgar looked at the woman standing straight before him, calm and composed, and a flicker of complex emotion passed through his eyes.She wasn’t afraid of him.Not in the slightest.Not only that—she hadn’t fallen into his verbal traps, nor had she shown even a hint of retreat. He had assumed that this “contest” between father and daughter would allow him to dominate her easily, yet it now felt more like probing a stranger—one who no longer needed his protection.But none of that mattered now. The point of today wasn’t this verbal sparring.His expression tightened, and his tone returned to a neutral calm, that of a lord handling official business. He spoke lightly,“Did you bring the document? Don’t try to fool me—I have a pretty good idea what it is. Don’t insult me with a fake.”Though his tone was smooth, the pressure behind it was palpable, as if he had already seen through everything.Livia didn’t hesitate. She slipped the strap of her bag off her shoulder as she spoke,“Of cours

• Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 224: Father and Daughter Face Off

  Morning sunlight slanted through the windows of the City Lord’s estate, spilling over the ancient stone floor in a faint golden shimmer.Livia stood before the doors, taking a deep breath. In her hand, she clutched the “prepared document”—deliberately aged paper, its edges slightly yellowed, carrying even a faint scent of dust, like it had been tucked away in some forgotten archive.This document wasn’t just a bargaining chip—it was a test, a chance to see Edgar’s hand more clearly.The door opened.Her steps were steady as she walked down the corridor, every motion calm, as if everything were within her control. But as she stepped into that familiar room—one that had never truly felt like hers—a ripple stirred in her chest.Edgar sat by the window in a high-backed chair, half his face lit by the morning light, the other shrouded in deep shadow. He was toying with some small, unidentifiable object, his long fingers moving slowly, deliberately—like he was studying it. Or perhaps studyi