All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Livia had seen it all.And at last, she understood the root of everything.She slowly lowered her head, replaying every recent interaction with Marcellus—every conversation, every glance, even his seemingly casual silences.Marcellus wasn’t evil. She had once believed that. She had wanted to believe it.His gentleness, his patience, and that subtle, lingering sense of remorse had led her to think: this man must have been driven to the brink of collapse by something beyond his control.The Grail.Now she finally knew. That was the key to it all.That night’s madness—his self-inflicted wounds, the fractured whispers, the raw, unraveling emotion—All of it had something to do with the Holy Grail fragment.She was almost certain that, at some point, it had fallen into Marcellus’s hands.And yet… he had never told anyone.Why?Why would he hide it?Why lie to everyone—including her?If it truly was the Grail that had driven him to that edge, why not say so?If he had just told her—she woul

Farther away, beyond the smoldering edge of the battlefield, down the slope still hazy with smoke, Jim strode swiftly toward Will.The two finally regrouped.Will’s face was dark with tension, his brows knit with unspoken questions.The moment he opened his mouth, restrained fury laced every word:“What the hell is all this about? I followed General Eryx’s orders—I cooperated with you as best I could.”His voice wasn’t loud, but every syllable landed sharp and heavy, like he was finally confronting a mystery he could no longer ignore.Jim casually brushed the dust off his jacket, seemingly unfazed.Instead of answering right away, he turned to glance back at the still-chaotic battlefield behind them.Then, in an almost lazy tone, he said:“For intelligence, of course. I used the fragment I had to lure out the others—see who else was hiding the same thing.”“Now it seems… aside from me and General Eryx, there are three more forces holding fragments.”His voice was calm and steady, but

Under the dim yellow light of the hospital room, Livia stood silently at the edge of the bed, staring at the pale, gaunt, and evasive-eyed Marcellus.Her heart surged with conflicting emotions. She had come here with the fire of interrogation and the fury of betrayal, but now, face to face with this familiar yet broken man, all that roaring emotion froze like fire meeting a glacier—falling into heavy, unmoving silence.She took a slow breath. Her gaze was sharp, like frost.“Then where is it now—the Grail fragment?”Marcellus let out a bitter smile and shook his head, a look of deep entanglement crossing his face as if he were staring into an abyss he could never reach again.“After that night… I suddenly became clear-headed. It was like the weight pressing on my chest had been lifted all at once. But just a few days later, the fragment… disappeared.”He paused.“I don’t know where it went. Maybe I lost it. Maybe it ‘left’ me on its own. I couldn’t find it again, no matter what I did.

No matter what, she now understood everything about Marcellus—including the pain behind his silence, the struggle buried beneath his choices.Alia’s heart was a tangled mess, knotted so tightly she could barely breathe.She wasn’t Livia. She couldn’t forgive Marcellus on Livia’s behalf.But she—as Alia—could she forgive this man? She leaned against the wall of the hospital room, her fingers pale from clenching too hard. In her mind, she kept replaying every word he had just said.His remorse wasn’t an act. Neither was his collapse.He stood before her like a man drowning—raw, gasping, broken—struggling to climb out of a well of memories. And the more genuine he seemed, the heavier her heart became. She looked down at her hands—once nimble and clever, shaped by years of thievery. Now, they were pale and slender: L

Elsewhere, at the far end of the hospital corridor, rain still tapped relentlessly against the window, weaving dense threads of sound across the glass. Elias finally arrived, pushing open the door with a rare urgency written on his face. Inside, Marcellus was half-reclined against the bed’s headboard, and Livia stood beside him. From their stiff posture and the faint residue of tension in the air, it was clear they’d just ended an emotionally charged conversation. The atmosphere was calm—but stiff.Elias’s brows furrowed slightly as he picked up on the subtle dissonance in the room. His gaze flicked between the two of them, sharp and observant, but he didn’t press. Instead, he said softly, “You two seem… different. But this isn’t the time to get into that.”Marcellus let out a quiet breath, seemingly relieved, and adjusted the corner of his blanket with a casual smile. “Exactly. Since you’re here, we should get to the real topic.”Livia took a small step back, creating more space for