The feeling from last night returned. Like stepping onto an irreversible path.
Pretending to be unaffected, Helena picked up the knife and cut the bean stalk. She focused on it as if the answer lay there.
“I am, I’m not…”
The knife hitting the plate made a loud noise. She struggled to stay calm.
“I’m not angry.”
She was.
For a moment, she felt painfully alive.
The Grand Duke’s reception garden was always in full bloom, regardless of the season.
Among them, the most elaborately decorated eastern garden of the mansion was being walked by an elderly lady.
She was admiring the brightly colored hydrangeas when she heard footsteps approaching and turned around.
Eugene soon appeared.
“What brings you here?”
He seemed to have come from training, as he was dressed in a somewhat loose outfit rather than a neatly tailored suit.
A long scar peeked out from between the loosely opened shirt, glistening with sweat beads, then sliding down along his pectoral muscles.
A servant hurriedly offered a towel, but Eugene dismissed everyone, saying he’d return before the sweat dried.
The elderly lady sat down on an ivory-colored round stool, her face showing displeasure.
“So even talking with your mother is a waste of your time?”
“What do you need?”
Eugene responded without moving from his spot. Christine frowned even more and nodded towards the opposite side.
A light sigh escaped through Eugene’s lips. Reluctantly, he leaned back against the chair’s backrest and sat down. Only then did Christine’s wrinkles around her eyes relax a bit.
“You don’t have to have a reason to see your mother. If one goes away, another should come.”
“……Did you threaten Gordon again?”
“If you won’t talk to me, what other choice do I have?”
In contrast to Eugene’s momentarily subdued expression, Christine laughed as if a painful tooth had been extracted.
“He finally left. To think he managed to hold on for five years, looking so docile, he was quite stubborn.”
Christine’s head slowly turned around, taking in the view of the mansion’s garden behind her. She looked satisfied with the sight.
“Now it finally looks like Evergail.”
She sounded utterly relieved, as if she had finally gotten rid of an unwelcome bug in the house.
Eugene’s lips hardened. He suddenly remembered meeting his mother a few days before Helena left.
With undisguised aggression in his tone, Eugene asked,
“What did you say to Helena? What have you been doing to her all this time, Mother?”
His voice, already deep, roughened further.
Christine’s eyes widened, not so much in anger but as if she couldn’t comprehend why this was worth such questioning. She soon sneered coldly.
“You’re the one who left her in my care, Eugene.”
“I was in combat, and you kept threatening her with etiquette and societal adaptation.”
“It must have been easier for you to pretend ignorance, wasn’t it?”
“I will not send Helena to you again.”
Eugene’s yellow pupils fiercely glittered. Despite maintaining her cool demeanor, Christine furrowed her fine brows.
“Again? It sounds like there will be a next time.”
“We are still married. We haven’t divorced.”
“So you’re holding out without signing. How much did you demand for alimony? Acting like you couldn’t even think of such a thing, but you’re cunning to the end.”
Eugene’s voice rose steadily.
“I didn’t do it. And I won’t. The only woman who can bear the name Evergail will be Helena.”
“You…!”
Christine opened her mouth as if to retort, then closed it again.
After a moment of revealing her discomfort with a loud snap of her fan, she spoke in a chiding tone,
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this all of a sudden. You weren’t fond of her recently either.”
“When have I ever—”
“Don’t deny it. I am a woman just like her. I can tell just by looking at her face.”
“I am that woman’s husband.”
Eugene firmly declared. She was his wife, in name and reality.
Therefore, he should be the one to know Helena. Others shouldn’t know her better than him.
But why, why is it only you who seems so blurred?
Meanwhile, Christine confronted Eugene’s formidable demeanor without flinching.
“And you are my son. You’re a lot like him, Eugene. Easily achieving things, easily getting them, and easily getting bored.”
“…….”
Eugene unconsciously raised his hand to his scar and lightly stroked it. Christine continued speaking, as if unaware of his reaction.
“No matter how harshly I treated her, a single word from you and she would go from crying to laughing. But now, she has no expression at all. It seemed like there was no longer any need to call her, even if I didn’t threaten her. And that’s what happened.”
Christine stood up from her seat.
“Even if you haven’t ended it, she probably has.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she briskly turned and walked away, as if her business was concluded. Her shiny swan feather-decorated pink hat gradually receded, exiting the garden.
Eugene sat alone, silently swallowing his saliva. His body felt cold. His sweat had long since dried.
And so, he kept repeating to himself, as if to generate heat within his coldness.
“No. You will come back.”
It was Helena Evergail. That’s the kind of woman she was.
Even if he himself forgot.
Always the woman who came back.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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