Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The night was dark and quiet, like a thick, inky shadow. A woman dressed in black slipped silently through the shadows toward the castle ahead. The moonlight cast a faint glow on her slender figure, outlining her graceful shape even in the night. The castle was a classic piece of medieval European architecture, with tall, towering spires and thick stone walls that looked both grand and eerie. Alia smirked slightly, muttering to herself, “Doesn’t seem too hard. A place this big, and no guards in sight? This should be a piece of cake.”Even though she felt relaxed, Alia’s movements were precise and careful. She pulled out a detailed map of the castle from her bag, studying it in the dim light. With a confident nod, she silently slipped inside. Her eyes were sharp, quickly memorizing every hallway and corner. There were no guards, but infrared sensors were everywhere. Trained from a young age, Alia was more than used to these challenges. She moved skillfully, evading every sensor like a

Alia gracefully took a seat on the sofa across from him, masking her inner frustration with a gentle smile. Pretending to be a noble lady is truly exhausting. If I were in my original body, I could have leaped across the room in a few strides. Now, these legs are so weak, overly delicate. Despite her irritation, her face maintained an appearance of soft, elegant composure, her every gesture smooth and refined. She turned her head and softly instructed Elise, “Elise, could you bring some tea for Elias and me?”Elise nodded respectfully and left to prepare the tea.As soon as the door closed, Elias wasted no time. He stood up and sat down right next to Alia, startling her with his sudden closeness. She shifted a little away. Then, his deep, slightly teasing voice reached her ear, “Alia, are you feeling better? I was only away for a month at Marcellus’s command, and I return to find you gravely ill.”Alia stole a glance at Elias. He leaned casually against the sofa, his handsome features

Time drifted by quietly, and dusk soon approached. Alia saw a young woman with a resemblance to herself entering the room. Her steps were light and graceful, and she greeted Alia with a warm smile, her voice sweet and gentle. “Sister, you look so well today! You’ve recovered faster than I imagined.” Alia nodded slightly, a polite smile gracing her lips as she replied, “Thank you for coming to keep me company. Let’s enjoy a good time together today.”This young beautiful woman was her younger sister, Lianna. She seemed demure and affectionate, chatting with Alia about recent events and family affairs, as though the two shared a close bond as always. It was clear Lianna had heard of Alia’s memory loss; she kept the conversation casual, asking about her sister’s health with a warm tone.However, Alia’s sharp eyes, trained from her days as a thief, detected something unusual. She noticed that Lianna’s gaze occasionally roamed around the room, as if waiting for someone to appear. When Alia

Alia felt a storm brewing inside her as she heard Elias’s words. Her coma wasn’t just due to an illness! She had always thought it was ‘her’ own body’s weakness, but now she realized there was a conspiracy—someone had actually tried to harm Livia. Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Alia knew the guests at this banquet must hold more clues, so she used her sharp instincts to observe them carefully, hoping to catch some hint of the truth in their expressions.Elias’s anger was barely restrained, his gaze sharp as a blade aimed at Marcellus, tinged with a long-held frustration. Marcellus’s expression, however, was unreadable—mixed with regret and fury, as though battling some tangled emotion within. Alia scrutinized him, trying to interpret the true meaning behind his demeanor, but even her keen intuition couldn’t fully unravel it. As for Lianna and Adrian, they simply looked shocked, clearly unaware and even a bit fearful as they watched the argument unfold.Elias’s pointed accusation

The words came out of nowhere, striking Alia’s heart like a gentle blow, sending a ripple of emotion through her that left her momentarily flustered. Years of training, however, allowed her to quickly compose herself. She lowered her gaze to hide her subtle reaction, feigning indifference as she replied lightly, “You go first. I’ll bathe later.” She deliberately added a touch of casualness to her tone to mask the tension she felt inside.Marcellus said nothing more but gave her a meaningful glance. His deep, penetrating eyes seemed to pierce through her pretense, seeking the emotions she had hidden. The intensity of his gaze made Alia feel as though needles pricked her back, her chest tightening under the pressure. Yet, she forced herself to remain calm, only relaxing when he turned and walked into the bathroom.The sound of running water came from behind the closed door. Alia stood frozen in place, her thoughts unexpectedly chaotic. It was only natural for her to share a room with Ma