All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

The night was deep as ink.The moment the four of them stepped into the forest, the air seemed to freeze around them. Beneath their boots, the thick carpet of fallen leaves was damp and soft, releasing faint crunches with every step. Tree shadows wove together under the moonlight like a thousand unseen eyes watching. The wind hissed through the branches, carrying with it a low, whispering murmur—like spirits speaking just beyond hearing.This forest had always been shrouded in legend.Some said it was the Grail’s resting place; others claimed it was land forsaken by the gods—where all who entered eventually lost themselves.Edgar walked in front, his cloak rippling in the night breeze, strands of gray-white hair swaying with it. His pace was steady, unhurried, as though he knew this place well. Yet the others could feel it clearly—the further they went, the heavier the shadows pressed down upon them, as if the forest itself was closing in.Alia walked beside Marcellus, pulling her clo

The Holy Grail hovered in midair, slowly revolving. The fissures along its broken rim seemed to be pried open by some unseen force, and from each gap, sharp beams of light burst forth, slicing through the night.The rays stretched deep into the forest, toward the island’s edge, toward the shadows beneath distant cliffs—calling, summoning, or revealing a fate long hidden.In an instant, the darkness tore apart, revealing multiple paths leading toward the unknown.“Apparently, you do not know” Edgar murmured, lifting his gaze to the converging beams. His tone was so calm that it was hard to tell whether he was composed… or simply concealing something. “It seems our other friends are also somewhere on this island.Why not gather everyone together?”The moment he finished speaking, one of the beams shot straight down and enveloped him—striking squarely against his chest.He did not step back. Instead, he reached calmly into his coat, as though he had been expecting this. He withdrew two f

The night wind grew sharper and tighter, as if urging them forward—or warning them. And in that instant, just as Elias’s fist tightened, Alia’s heart was the first to sink. The cup handle had appeared. Jim… had indeed come to the island. A few images flashed through her mind like lightning—Jim leaving the manor in the dead of night, his quiet probing, that ever-present sense of “he’s always one step ahead of what you think.” Suddenly, the pieces aligned. He had buried the cup handle on the island beforehand.He knew the fragments would be exposed by the light.He knew he couldn’t risk carrying the most crucial piece on hi

And so, the three of them walked into the depths of the forest—one leading, two following behind.Fallen leaves rustled softly beneath their feet. The wind, however, stopped without warning, and the entire woodland seemed to fall under a layer of unseen stillness.Strangely, even though David was accompanying them, he deliberately kept a nearly constant distance from Alia.Not too close, not too far—far enough that it felt like he was avoiding overstepping, cautious of her identity;yet close enough that whenever she turned back, he would always remain within sight.This kind of “respect” was almost too exact.So exact that it didn’t feel natural—more like a distance calculated in advance.Noticing this, Alia’s brows drew together slightly.She slowed her steps and moved to walk beside Elias.The night stretched thin shadows between them. She leaned in just a little, her voice soft by his ear:“What’s going on? I thought you would continue hiding—as our final trump card.”Elias did

⸻“Th—this is…?”Alia instinctively stepped back, nearly stumbling. Her voice trembled with disbelief as she stared at the cave entrance buried under the massive stone slab. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, as if trying to break free.Elias remained composed, unaffected by her shock. His voice was low, carrying the sharpness of someone tearing open a truth hidden for years.“David… although he is your father Edgar’s most trusted aide, his other identity is far more astonishing.”The words were like a dull blade, slicing through a long-maintained disguise, layer by layer.Alia’s mind raced.Loose fragments of information connected themselves at impossible speed—that flash in David’s eyes earlier, the vague oddities in his relationship with her father, Jim’s behavior on the island, the way the cup handle was buried—All of it suddenly snapped together into one inescapable possibility.She blurted out, almost screaming:“—Jim?!”Elias lifted his eyes toward her, as if ackn