บททั้งหมดของ Reborn as the Wife He Killed: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

I will never forget that night.The wind howled outside the factory. The darkness was thick as ink, and the city’s neon lights felt a world away—as if we stood in a place cut off from the rest of existence.She brought it with her—the Grail.Her hand clutched it tightly, but the faint glow pulsing from its surface and the ominous whispers drifting through the air made it clear:this thing held immense power—and it was even more dangerous than before.“I don’t have much time,” Celesta panted.“You… must destroy it. Or hide it. Just don’t ever let Edgar find it.”I looked into her eyes—there was no fear there.Only a fire that burned with pure, unwavering resolve.I barely had time to speak—when a voice cut coldly through the shadows:“So… you really did betray me.”Edgar.He stepped out from behind the rusted columns of the ruins,his long black coat billowing like a slab of steel trailing behind him.His eyes didn’t burn with rage—they glowed with something heavier:a sorrow, a

Entry XIVI can no longer remember how long it’s been.Day by day, my body grows weaker.Even holding a pen feels impossible now.We haven’t left this land for so long.Even just going down the old well to glimpse the base—we have to support each other just to descend the stone steps.Sometimes I wonder…Have we simply been too close for too long?It’s sealed, yes.We swore to keep it buried.We only ever look at it from afar.But even so,its power creeps like vines from the depths of the earth,coiling around us, dragging us slowly into the abyss.We used to say we were just afraid of someone stealing it—but now I know the truth.We… can’t bear to be away from it.If we go a day without seeing it, we feel ill,uneasy in our skin,restless, aching.Only when we’re near it does the pain stop.Only in its presence do we feel… calm.It’s terrifying.We vowed never to let the Grail return to the world,but somehow—I began to dream of it.In the dreams, the shattered Grail reassembles i

The air seemed to freeze.Aside from Livia, everyone else in the room was caught in a silence too heavy to name—something between stunned quiet and suffocating pressure.No one could speak.Celesta’s sacrifice.Edgar’s descent into madness.The Grail’s lure and its terrible cost…It all crashed down on them like a storm, sweeping through the heart.Even Marcellus and Elias—sons of the very people at the heart of this tale—sat motionless, eyes hollow, still unable to process the weight of what they’d just heard.Adrian swallowed hard. His eyes drifted to the now-closed diary. His throat bobbed once, twice—then finally, he broke the silence:“…This is… hard to believe.”Elise nodded slowly, her voice tentative:“The thing we’re looking for… is it even something good?Or maybe… maybe we were never meant to find it at all.”Adrian turned to his sister, unease flickering in his eyes.“Should we destroy it?”All eyes turned to Livia.She didn’t respond right away.But only for a moment.Her

The hospital room was silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.Marcellus, sitting quietly in the corner, seemed almost detached from the room itself.His fingertips were ice-cold, his palms slick with sweat. The veins at his wrist pulsed faintly, and an uncontrollable chill climbed up his spine, as if something long-buried had been uncovered—surging from the depths of his soul and shaking him to his core. His entire body trembled, ever so slightly.Adrian and Elise glanced over, thinking his reaction came from grief—finally learning the truth behind his parents’ death, overwhelmed by sorrow and despair.But only Marcellus knew:What swirled in his mind was not just sadness.It was something far more destructive—an unbearable, earth-shattering truth.The revelations in the diary hit like a hammer striking still water, shattering and reshaping over a decade of memories.From Celesta’s death…To Edgar’s descent into madness…To the scattered shards of the Grail, the rebuilding of the

Silence lingered in the hospital room, so complete that even the distant chime of the hallway clock seemed unusually clear.Elias looked around at everyone. His eyes, usually calm and composed, now carried a heaviness that could not be hidden.“It seems our earlier suspicions were correct,” he finally broke the silence, his voice low and steady. “This Holy Grail truly possesses a power that does not belong to humankind. It can grant wishes—but every wish it fulfills carries an unseen cost.”Everyone nodded silently.“Exactly,” Livia murmured, her eyes slightly narrowed as though trying to summon a memory. “And from the way Father acted—from everything he did… it’s clear he really intended to use the Grail to resurrect my mother. But then, why wait all these years? Why has he suddenly become so desperate now?”She raised her head, looking at the others with a troubled and conflicted expression in her eyes.“Could it be…” Adrian furrowed his brow, speaking cautiously yet sharply, “that