How To Escape From A Devilish Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
With a horrifying sound like a deflating balloon, bright red blood spurted upward like a fountain.
Higher than twice the height of a man who was already tall—high enough to reach the chandelier in the hall.
Delphine momentarily forgot even how to breathe. It felt as if her entire vision had been drenched in red.
“Kyaaaaaah—!”
The scream hadn’t come from her.
At Anna’s shriek, the man turned his head slowly, flicking the blood off his knife with an indifferent expression.
Their eyes met—and his calm brown irises widened slightly.
In that instant, Delphine absurdly recalled the day she’d first met Ioan.
Back then, too, he had been standing in a pool of blood.
Yet even in her disoriented state, Delphine knew one thing for certain:
Everything had changed—except for those brown eyes staring directly at her.
“…Damn.”
He who had seemed momentarily startled returned swiftly to his blank expression and walked toward her with steady steps.
“No! Not our young lady! Stay away, you monster!”
Anna, who had been screaming, bravely stepped in front of Delphine.
The man glanced briefly at the elderly nanny, then asked Delphine,
“It’s impossible for me to spare everyone. Aside from this woman, is there anyone else you absolutely must save?”
Delphine didn’t know how to answer such a cruel question.
If he’d instead asked whom she wanted him to kill, she would have remained utterly silent.
But as urgency pressed in, her mouth blurted out, on its own, the names of those dearest to her.
“Anna and Wilson, and Mac, Carol, Betty. And….”
“That’s enough.”
He coldly drew a line through his list of victims like a demon.
“Do not leave this hall. Consider this your warning.”
He passed by her, closed the door behind him, and left.
Boom—.
For a while, Delphine remained frozen, not daring to turn her head, staring only at the ceiling.
At the chandelier stained with her father’s blood.
If she lowered her gaze even slightly, she would see her father’s body, still bleeding from its severed neck.
Just the thought paralyzed her completely.
How much time had passed like this?
Suddenly, she clearly heard her father’s resolute voice in her trembling, gasping mind:
Delphine Pembroke. Keep your gaze steady.
Always hold your spine straight, wherever you are!
You bear the responsibilities of nobility.
Then came her mother’s gentle voice:
Del, your path lies wherever your eyes turn.
Never forget that noble blood flows through your veins.
Delphine suddenly felt strength returning to her fingertips.
‘…Yes. I am Delphine Pembroke.’
A noblewoman—and the mistress of this estate.
She bore responsibility for her lands and servants.
Delphine tightly shut her eyes and turned her body toward the door.
“No! Young lady! Absolutely not!”
Anna quickly grabbed her, trying to stop her.
“I—I’m not your ‘young lady.’ I’m Delphine Pembroke.”
Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, Delphine whispered more clearly this time:
“I am Delphine Pembroke.”
That alone gave her enough courage to step beyond this door.
She struggled to open the velvet-adorned hall door.
Her hands, drenched in cold sweat and shaking violently, kept slipping from the handle, making it difficult to open.
After several attempts, she finally turned the knob and pushed the door open.
And in that instant—
Delphine gasped, choking on the sight of the horror unfolding before her eyes.
The hallway floor, walls, and ceiling were all drenched in blood.
Anna collapsed to the floor, fainting with a choked gasp at the hellish scene.
In one corner of the corridor, Wilson crouched, trembling uncontrollably.
‘How long was I hesitating inside the hall?’
It couldn’t have been long, yet her sense of time had vanished entirely.
Even the brief moment of eye contact with Ioan had felt like an eternity.
“Wi—Wilson. Wilson!”
As Delphine staggered toward him and shook the dazed man violently, Wilson screamed like someone being tortured.
“Please spare me! J-just spare me!”
“Wilson! Snap out of it! Where—where did he go? Where’s Ioan?”
“That demon? I don’t know! I don’t know anything! Please, don’t ask me….”
Wilson’s senses refused to return.
Delphine bit down hard on her lips until they bled.
The stench of blood that had hit her the moment she opened the door made her feel as though she, too, would go mad.
She almost wished she could faint instead.
‘No, Delphine Pembroke. Can’t you pull yourself together?’
Delphine fiercely scolded the part of herself that wanted to collapse and sob, then tore a strip from her dress sleeve with her teeth and stuffed it into her nose.
It couldn’t have been that long.
He must still be somewhere in the estate.
“Ioan! Come out! Is anyone there?”
It felt like walking through hell itself.
Delphine passed through pools of blood and fallen corpses, dragging the survivors outside the mansion.
In total, there were only six.
Delphine herself, Wilson, and the four loyal maids whose names she’d called.
That man was nowhere in the estate.
Then, from Wilson’s arms—as he clawed at his own head in madness—a blood-stained pocket watch fell to the ground.
4:44.
Only then did Delphine realize that merely ten minutes had passed since she’d left her room.
“This… can’t be…”
There had been at least seventy people in the mansion.
Could he really have slaughtered so many, so swiftly, in this vast estate—and vanished?
Delphine sank to the floor, staring blankly at the enormous mansion.
At Pembroke Mansion, transformed into hell in a single instant.
As she sat there, dazed and broken, an imperial messenger arrived shortly after.
He announced that Earl Pembroke had been summarily executed by the Emperor’s special envoy for conspiracy in treason.
Then what about her?
As the daughter of a traitor, she too deserved death.
“The disposition of this estate and your fate have been handed over to Lord Pride.”
Lord? Lord Pride?
“…Lord?”
“Hasn’t Lord Pride been granted the title of Marquess by His Imperial Majesty a year ago?”
A year ago?
What did that even mean? In this rigidly stratified society, how could a slave possibly become a marquess?
Even if it were true, she couldn’t possibly have missed such news.
She looked up at the imperial messenger with a face twisted by confusion and anguish, but his expression remained as blank as a doll’s.
He stared down at her indifferently and said,
“Lord Pride requested your hand in marriage as his reward for quelling the rebellion. The wedding will be in two days.”
His tone was matter-of-fact and routine—
as if merely confirming a restaurant reservation.
The sheer coldness of it almost made her laugh.
Delphine tilted her head back, looked up at the sky, and burst into mad laughter.
Where else could such absurdity exist?
Lord Pride?
That surname had been one she herself had given him.
To the very slave who had just severed her father’s head.
[This is the timeline separator]A beast’s cry echoed from somewhere.
Delphine, who had been strolling through the garden, suddenly lifted her head.
She was twelve years old then, and in an excellent mood thanks to her new pink silk dress.
But from somewhere beyond the garden came a low, persistent whimper.
A dog? A cow? Certainly not a cat.
Delphine had never been able to tolerate unanswered questions, even as a child, so despite her fear, she cautiously approached the source of the sound.
It was coming from the stable.
Could it be a horse? But horses didn’t make sounds like that.
The little girl carefully held the hem of her new dress to avoid staining it with mud or horse dung as she tiptoed toward the stable.
And there, she found a most unexpected person.
Inside the stable, which held not a single horse, stood her father.
“Father…?”
Delphine tilted her head in confusion.
Her father was lashing a creature crawling on the stable floor with a whip.
Was that a chicken?
Oddly enough, that was her first thought.
She’d once accidentally seen the cook slaughter a chicken.
The plucked bird’s bumpy, pale skin had been repulsive.
She’d heard they sometimes beat the bird with a mallet to tenderize the meat.
But this was far bigger than a chicken. A turkey, then?
At that moment, the creature tried to crawl forward to escape her father’s blows.
Only then, seeing its long, pale limbs, did Delphine realize it was human.
Instantly, her blood ran cold.
Its back was flayed beyond recognition—no longer resembling human skin—and its dirty blond hair was matted with blood, making it impossible to identify as human at first glance.
Delphine’s heart pounded wildly, her head spinning.
Even in her panic, her hands, which still clutched her dress hem, trembled violently.
At that moment, her father—his face flushed red and sweat pouring down—spotted her standing in the doorway.
“What the hell are you doing here!”
The thunderous roar made her flinch, but Delphine couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
Because the creature—or rather, the person—crawling on the floor had lifted his head now that the beating had stopped.
Their eyes met—his brown irises locking onto hers.
He was crouched, so his size was hard to judge, but his face appeared to belong to a boy just a few years older than her.
The boy’s brown eyes traveled from her neatly braided red hair, to her pink silk dress, and finally to the gleaming toe of her maroon shoes.
From the mire of mud, horse dung, stray bits of hay, and his own blood—
he gazed up at the radiant little girl.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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