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Chapter 286: True Success
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 287: Livia’s “Confession”
Several days later, the flickering glow of candlelight filled Edgar’s study. The tall shelves, stacked heavily with volumes, cast looming shadows that made the entire room feel solemn, almost suffocating. Edgar sat behind his massive desk, a teacup—long since gone cold—resting in his hand. His eyes, however, were not on the cup. They were fixed on the figure standing before him: his daughter.Livia stood tall and straight across the desk, her posture composed, her gaze steady. The youthful innocence that once clung to her seemed to have melted away. What replaced it was something harder to define—a quiet, unyielding strength. Edgar stared at her, and for a fleeting instant, it was as if time had turned back. He saw in her the shadow of his late wife—firm, unbending, and cool as winter’s light. That familiar image stirred a wave of tenderness deep within him.But tenderness was a dangerous indulgence. Reality swiftly pressed down, extinguishing it. Edgar’s eyes hardened, the fleeting w
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 286: True Success
The hospital room was alive with chatter, debates ricocheting off the pale walls as the group hashed out every detail of the plan. They discussed what concessions might be possible with Edgar, which points were non-negotiable, and above all, the one principle that could never be compromised: the Grail must be utterly destroyed. Each sentence, each suggestion, felt like a probing test, a subtle measurement of each other’s boundaries, weighing the risks of every move before it was made. The tension was palpable, hanging in the air like a dense fog that refused to lift.When the discussion finally ended, everyone filed out of the room, leaving only Alia and Marcellus behind. The atmosphere shifted immediately; the noise and argument vanished, leaving a quiet filled only with the mechanical hum of respirators and the occasional whisper of wind brushing against the windowpane.Alia’s eyes softened as she looked at Marcellus lying on the bed. Her gaze was deep, reflective, carrying a warmth
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 285: I’ll Go
“After all, he is Livia’s father. We should cooperate with him first.”Marcellus’s voice was low, measured, yet carried an unshakable certainty that seemed to settle the room like a weight.For a moment, the hospital room fell into silence. Everyone exchanged glances without thinking. Cooperating with Edgar—that choice alone implied walking straight into danger, threading a path where missteps could cost dearly.Marcellus continued, his tone sharp and deliberate, every word precise:“We hold more shards. We have the advantage. If we can assemble the Grail at the critical moment, we can make the wish first… and once we discover a method to destroy the Grail completely, we will be able to destroy it before anyone else even realizes what’s happening.”His eyes were cold, calculating, as if he had already run through every risk and every possibility in his mind. Every nuance, every gamble, had been measured.Then, a calm, resolute voice cut through the tension.“I’ll go and negotiate with
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 284: Go Find Edgar
The air inside the hospital room felt thick—like it had been swaddled in layers of heavy cotton, muffling every sound, every breath. No one moved for a long moment. It was as if Marcellus’s last words had dropped into the center of their thoughts and were still sinking, pulling each of them down into silent contemplation.Adrian was the first to speak, his voice breaking the stillness but carrying the weight of worry.“What about Elise? She’s fine… isn’t she?” His brows were knitted tight, his tone betraying the nervousness he tried to suppress.Marcellus slowly lifted his gaze to him. The look in his eyes was steady, almost solemn, and his voice, though calm, brooked no argument.“Perhaps because her exposure was brief. Or—because she never truly touched the Grail shard. That last time you went searching together, she didn’t handle it, did she? She might not have even come close enough to make physical contact. Still… her condition needs to be observed closely. We can’t be careless.
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 283: He’s Back
A few days later, the hospital corridors still reeked of antiseptic—cold and acrid.When the group pushed open the door and entered, they all froze at the sight of Marcellus lying in bed.The once-ink-black hair, full of youthful luster, had turned entirely to a pale silver, as if a night of frost had swept through it. White strands fell by his temples, sharpening the lines of his face yet revealing an exhaustion that could not be concealed. The wrinkles were shallow, but at the corners of his eyes and between his brows, the faint marks looked like they had been forcibly pressed there by time itself.Even Elias—who had always clashed with him—couldn’t help but frown and ask,“Marcellus… what happened to you?”His voice carried undisguised surprise, tinged with something more complicated.In the room, only Livia—or rather, Alia—knew the real reason. Her hand curled slightly, nails biting into her palm, the pain traveling along her nerves. But it was a pain she could not voice, so she l
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 282: And What About You?
Marcellus suddenly lifted his head to look at her.There was no suspicion in his gaze now—no doubt at all. He finally believed her.He could feel it—this wasn’t an act, nor was it a delusion. He could see straight through to her soul. And though she stood before him in the body of the Livia he knew so well, the soul inside was different—perhaps the soul of Alia, the girl he had once killed with his own hands.That realization broke him.“Why is it you…” he murmured, voice trembling. “Why you… You’re not her, and yet I still…”The words caught in his throat, but his eyes revealed everything he could not say.He realized he did not only love the gentle, innocent, childhood Livia—He also loved the woman before him now: strong, perceptive, and sharp as the edge of a blade—Alia.His fingers clenched the bedsheet so tightly that his knuckles turned white. In his eyes swirled an unnameable chaos, a tearing apart of self.And wasn’t Alia in just as much pain?She had told herself over and ov
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