Chapter 4

The medicine the physician waited for was finally ready. After I drank it, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, an unfamiliar maid quickly helped me sit up.

She explained, "Lady Wentworth, the assassination attempt on His Majesty is a matter of great importance. His Majesty has already returned to the palace first, but he specifically ordered that you rest and recover here. Once His Majesty has dealt with everything, he will come to see you."

I nodded. In my previous life, the King's assassination caused a huge commotion, and Roland's reward was only granted after the investigation was complete. The King was also shaken by the incident, so the fact that he remembered me was already good enough.

I just needed to wait patiently for the King to handle everything.

I relaxed and was about to speak when hurried footsteps suddenly approached. Before I could turn my head, my chin was gripped by a pair of rough hands.

It was Roland. He stared at me with a dark expression.

"You really have some nerve, going behind my back to have Ivy killed! Do you know how heartbroken Vivian was when she saw Ivy's body? You evil woman! I must have been blind to have chosen you in the first place!"

I was slapped so hard my head turned to the side, my cheek burning with pain. "Is that so? Then let's get divorced!"

I wiped away my tears. I held these words in for too long. I originally planned to wait for the King's official order so I could leave Roland with my honor intact. But now, I truly could not take it anymore.

The hatred and resentment from my previous life, combined with the pain of this life, overwhelmed me. It was as if I were trapped in a cocoon, unable to breathe or struggle free.

Roland, who was so arrogant moments ago, suddenly froze when he heard my words. He frowned and looked me up and down.

Just as I wondered what he was planning to do, Vivian appeared.

Yesterday's turmoil seemed not to have affected her at all. She was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Whenever she appeared, Roland's eyes saw no one else. He carefully pulled Vivian into his arms, and the same hand that just struck me now gently caressed Vivian's face.

He asked, "Why did you come? Aren't you still recovering?"

Vivian shook her head. "I was worried about you, darling, so I came to check on you. But at the door, I overheard your argument with Mirella, and it was because of me. I don't want to cause trouble between you. Perhaps you should let me go instead. Then you would never be troubled because of me again."

As Vivian spoke, she began to cry. Her tears fell one by one onto Roland.

Roland was heartbroken and frantically tried to comfort her. "What nonsense are you talking about? You know you're the only one in my heart. She only gets a shred of my pity because she's carrying my child. She's unfit to raise a child. Once she gives birth, I'll give the child to you to raise and elevate you to my official wife!"