Todos los capítulos de Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

“No wonder… before all this, even though I didn’t like you, you were always a good person. You and Livia… you were like a perfect match made by fate. I never thought I had a chance, and could only keep my feelings buried in my heart. So that’s it… everything makes sense now.” Elias’s eyes flickered slightly, as if he had suddenly traced all the subtle hints of the past and finally understood. He spoke with a mixture of revelation and resignation, his brows furrowed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile—surprise, comprehension, and a quiet release of emotions he had carried for so long.“But that doesn’t seem right,” Elias continued, his tone softening as he fixed his gaze on Marcellus. “From what I know about Livia and your relationship… she wouldn’t have been disappointed or hopeless because of that. She would have trusted you unconditionally, or at least communicated with you.” There was concern in his voice, and perhaps a hint of envy as well, as if he were trying t

Elias frowned slightly, hesitating for a moment before speaking with cautious restraint, his voice probing as though he were testing unsteady ground.“Could this… perhaps be a misunderstanding? I’ll admit, I’ve never been fond of my brother, but he isn’t the kind of man who would do something like that.”The moment the words left his lips, Livia’s head snapped up. A cold light flickered in her eyes, her tone sharp, dripping with scorn.“Oh? You’re defending him? Hah. Of course—you two brothers, birds of a feather.”The sudden venom struck Elias like a blade. He froze, staring at Livia in disbelief. Tonight, she felt different, unfamiliar. The gentle radiance he knew seemed veiled beneath a darker shadow. Her words were edged with barbs, her manner restless and strangely urgent, leaving him unable to decipher her true intentions.Sensing his hesitation, Livia’s gaze softened, her voice lowering into something almost coaxing, a subtle lure hidden in her tone.“I know… you’ve admired me

“Collapsed? Did you see her collapse with your own eyes?”Marcellus suddenly cut him off, his gaze sharp as a blade, his voice low yet edged with interrogation.Elias’s shoulders jolted ever so slightly at the question. He lowered his eyes, his hands curling tightly around the armrests of the chair as though forcing himself to remain composed. “No…” he admitted with difficulty, shaking his head. “I wasn’t there when it happened. Someone later came to inform me that she had suddenly fainted. My chest tightened the moment I heard it, and I sent someone to find you right away. Whatever the current state of your relationship may be, you two are still bound by law as husband and wife. I felt you deserved to be the first to know what had happened to her.”Marcellus’s brows knit into a deeper frown, his tone hard and cold as iron. “So you don’t know why she collapsed either?”“Of course not.” Elias’s reply was soft, heavy with helplessness and remorse. His hand rose almost instinctively to r

Elias was so furious he nearly lunged forward to seize Marcellus by the collar. But at that very moment, Marcellus’s mocking smile faded. His expression darkened, sinking into a gravity that felt like the prelude to unveiling a truth far more sinister than anything spoken before.“You may not want to hear it, and perhaps you will never be able to accept it,” Marcellus said slowly, his voice carrying the weight of cold iron, each word heavy enough to pierce bone. “But you must know the truth.”Elias froze mid-step, anger still surging in his chest like wildfire, yet the sheer intensity in Marcellus’s tone made him instinctively hold his breath.Marcellus turned his gaze toward the window. The firelight flickered in his eyes, casting restless shadows across his face. He looked less like a man speaking of the past than one recalling a future he wished he could deny, a future etched into his very being.“During that period when the Holy Grail consumed me,” Marcellus murmured, his voice lo

But Marcellus did not stop there. His voice, calm on the surface yet edged with something unyielding, pressed forward:“I haven’t told this new Alia that I would share the truth with you. That part is yours to handle. If you want answers, if you want clarity, you’ll have to go and speak with her yourself.”Elias felt his chest tighten as though invisible hands had gripped his ribs and refused to let go. His face paled, and his lips trembled before sound finally broke free. “Speak… with her?” His words faltered like loose stones tumbling off a cliff, uncertain, hollow. “About what? What could I possibly say?” The tremor in his voice betrayed not only hesitation, but fear—fear of what he might discover, and of the questions he did not dare ask aloud.Marcellus’s gaze hardened, his tone shifting into a steadiness that carried both authority and inevitability. “According to every account we’ve pieced together, in her previous existence she lived as a thief. She is innately attuned to the