All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Jim stood in the depths of the night, brows slightly furrowed, eyes sharp—his mind seeming to hold an entire map of troop formations. He continued to speak, steadily and without pause.His pace gradually quickened, yet not a single detail was muddled. Complex routes, time checkpoints, overlapping patrol cycles—he recited them all with the clarity of running water, missing not a single nuance.“…As for the latest changes, starting tomorrow, there will be a minor rotation at the northwest sector. One hour before the shift, a temporary gap in security will occur. Three days later, the northern troops will reposition. The transfer path follows a Z-shaped detour through the eastern trail—except, the breach near the southeastern cliff face will be left unguarded.”Livia continued writing rapidly, quietly astonished.—This man’s memory… it was even more terrifying than the rumors said.He wasn’t merely a king of the underworld—he was a hunter, a walking map.Though she kept her expression ca

Chapter 244: A New DreamThe atmosphere in the room eased slightly. That quip about “the importance of a good wife” had brought a rare moment of warmth and closeness between them.Adrian muttered under his breath, “Come on, sis, don’t tease me…”Beside him, Elise’s cheeks flushed pink. She tugged gently at Livia’s sleeve and murmured, half protesting, half embarrassed, “We’re… not married yet…”Livia couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Only in front of these trusted loved ones could she afford to shed that heavy mask, if only for a little while.“By the way, there’s one more thing,” Adrian said suddenly, as if remembering something. He turned and rummaged through his bag, then carefully pulled out an old leather-bound journal. The pages were yellowed, the cover stained by water—clearly aged and weathered.He handed it over carefully.“We found this near the well.”Livia flipped through it but didn’t start reading.“No rush. This isn’t something we should go through casually,” she said calm

The diary was slowly opened—The ink on the first page had already begun to fade, but two names at the very top remained strikingly clear:“To my children: Marcellus and Elias.”For a moment, the air seemed frozen in place.“…This…” Elias stood stunned.Marcellus’s hand paused mid-air, his eyes suddenly darkening with depth.They looked at each other, unsure whether to feel astonished—or afraid.This diary—was left by their parents.Never had they imagined that in the eye of this storm, their parents’ shadows would quietly emerge.“…Keep reading.” Elias said in a low voice, an unfamiliar tension tightening his tone.And so, they continued to read.This long-buried journal would unveil a story none of them had anticipated…The First EntryI hope someday you’ll read this diary.If not… maybe that’s for the best.Today, we officially launched the first phase of the City Expansion Project, together with Edgar.Its codename is “The Ring of Hope.” As the name suggests, we hope to turn this

Entry VToday, for the first time in a long while, I can finally say something with a bit of lightness:We made it through.The pressure of these past days has felt like a stone suspended above our heads, ready to fall at any moment.But now—there is light breaking through.And who would’ve thought the one to change everything…was Livia and that “treasure map” she found on that idle afternoon behind the northern hills?That piece of parchment—turned out to be real.We followed the markings, sent out a few trusted workers, and began quietly digging late at night.What we unearthed was a stone-sealed ancient well.At first, there were scattered jewels and relics.But deeper down—there were sealed stairs, and a vast hidden vault.We brought in a few trustworthy antiquities experts, and every single one of them was left speechless.Then came their unanimous verdict:These were noble treasures from the early Empire.Authentic, rare—and worth a fortune.We didn’t report it—and we couldn’t

Celesta’s condition… is truly getting worse.She’s been unconscious for three days straight now. Even when she briefly regains consciousness, it’s only for a few minutes—her words are fragmented, and her mind is barely coherent.The doctors are helpless. They say this doesn’t resemble any typical illness—it’s more like a collapse on a spiritual level.Some have even whispered, privately:“It’s like… part of her soul has been hollowed out.”I wanted to laugh that off.But one night, as I was sitting alone by her side, Celesta suddenly opened her eyes.She gripped my hand tightly, lips pale, and managed just one word:“The Grail… don’t… touch it again…”There was a fear in her eyes I had never seen before—not fear of illness, nor death—but of something far more ancient, like a nightmare about to swallow her whole.As for Edgar… he acts as if everything is normal.Still handling his duties, holding meetings, inspecting construction projects.But I know—he’s preparing something.He’s g