I Decided to Let You Go (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
Natasha, who had just received confirmation, blinked her eyes. No matter how hard she clutched her head and tried to think, she couldn’t recall anything from the previous night.
“I can’t remember a thing. Did I really… with him…?”
“Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Besides, we’ve got clear evidence right here on the sheets.”
“But I’d already consummated the marriage. Can blood really appear this late?”
“It’s not only the first time that causes bleeding. They say it can happen again if your body hasn’t been intimate for a long while and resists it. And, my lady…”
Kayena diverted her gaze as if brushing the matter aside. Just then, another piece of evidence caught her eye—something even more unmistakable and embarrassing than the bloodstain on the sheets.
“With so much proof lying around, it’d be rather shameless of you to deny last night’s passion just because of a single drop of blood, wouldn’t it?”
Following Kayena’s line of sight, Natasha soon discovered her arms and legs dotted with red marks.
“What in the world is this…?!”
Startled, she hurried toward the mirror.
Aside from her limbs, her neck, collarbones, and chest were scattered with vivid red blossoms of passion. Even her nightgown lay disheveled, as though it had been removed and hastily put back on.
It was now far beyond the point where she could simply deny it by saying she couldn’t remember. With Kayena’s testimony and all the evidence combined, it became indisputable fact that the two of them had been intimate since their wedding night.
From that day onward, her husband coincidentally reverted to his former self. He stopped coming to the dining room and no longer accompanied her on evening strolls. Instead of Natasha’s room being changed, it was Zieghart’s that moved.
‘So he thinks I’d change my mind just because of last night? Just how foolish does he believe me to be?’
To that noble and beautiful man, women must seem laughably simple—shifting a woman’s whims as effortlessly as curling and uncurling a finger.
‘It seems nothing matters anymore.’
Natasha seized that opening.
‘I have enough money, and I’ve already bribed a coachman to take me to the duchy. Once I arrive, I’ll restart negotiations—and the moment they show any progress, I’ll signal Kayena and Sir Dante.’
The moment his arrogance led him to slacken his watch over her, Natasha resolved to flee with all her strength.
[This is the timeline separator]Ten days.
That was all the time left before Natasha would depart for the duchy.
She first informed Kayena of her plan and asked her to later relay the news to Sir Dante. She would have preferred to tell him herself, but she knew Sir Dante would surely come to the ducal residence to stop her.
At first, Kayena seemed worried about her mistress’s reckless plan. Yet, considering Natasha’s circumstances, she didn’t try to dissuade her.
Thus, everything should proceed smoothly. At dawn, ten days from now, she would board the carriage brought by the coachman she’d already bribed and leave for the duchy.
“Good heavens…”
A sigh escaped Natasha’s lips as she examined the condition of the flowerpot.
She’d dismissed the idea that one night could lead to pregnancy. That was why she’d brushed off Kayena’s earlier concerns about her missed monthly cycle…
“My lady, you haven’t had your cycle lately. Are you… perhaps…?”
It all began when Kayena asked Natasha whether or not she’d been menstruating.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t had her cycle for several months.
When Natasha replied no, Kayena immediately looked startled. Worried for her health, she suggested seeing a physician before leaving in the carriage—just in case.
Natasha had been about to brush it off, thinking it was merely stress rather than a physical issue. But Kayena, counting on her fingers, suddenly voiced her concern about pregnancy.
She insisted that with half a month already passed, a test would give definitive results—and that while two months might be uncertain, three months warranted suspicion. She urged Natasha to check.
Soon after, Kayena brought a special flowerpot used to detect pregnancy. By dropping blood onto the soil and waiting half a day, one could determine pregnancy based on whether or not a flower bloomed.
Natasha pricked her finger as instructed, let the blood fall onto the soil, and waited half a day.
“So… I’m pregnant?”
Half a day later, a bright yellow flower had fully bloomed atop the test flowerpot—the unmistakable sign of pregnancy.
Shocked, Natasha wandered outside even in the starlit pre-dawn hours. Eventually, she entered the servants’ quarters.
She stopped in front of a room and knocked. Shortly after, her dear friend Kayena appeared, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“My lady? Why aren’t you sleeping at this late hour…? Has something happened?”
Kayena was startled first by the unexpected visit, then again by Natasha’s trembling, petite frame.
“K-Kayena…”
Natasha revealed the flowerpot hidden beneath her robe. The small golden-yellow blossom clearly signaled the current state of the duchess.
Recognizing the pot she herself had given, Kayena immediately raised her voice—her fatigue seemingly vanished—as she broke into a bright smile. She reacted as if she’d anticipated this very moment all along.
“My lady, congratulations! You’re welcoming new life!”
“…Am I really pregnant? Could the test be wrong?”
“Oh, flowers don’t bloom by mistake.”
“But still…”
“This isn’t something frightening—it’s joyous! You’ve always wished for a child.”
Kayena clasped Natasha’s delicate hand reassuringly.
“You told me yourself—you wanted to bear a child, to continue the Charlier line. This moment you’ve longed for so deeply has finally come.”
Thinking back, it truly was so. She’d been startled by the outcome, but deep down, this was exactly what she’d always desired.
Natasha needed a child—a precious life sharing her blood, the last heir to the Charlier royal line. It was her sole wish and her family’s final request.
Though this pregnancy came at an unwanted time and with an unwanted man, she now undeniably carried new life that would continue the Charlier bloodline.
“That’s right—I’m pregnant. This is what I’ve always wanted…”
“Exactly. It’s understandable to be startled—this is your first time, and it came so suddenly—but it’s precisely what you’ve wished for. So please, calm your heart.”
“Should I see a physician tomorrow morning to confirm?”
At last, Natasha fully accepted the miracle she’d been given.
“There’s likely no mistake, but confirming won’t hurt. Let’s go into the village together.”
Kayena suggested visiting the village clinic just to be safe. Natasha, thoroughly tired of rumors circulating within the ducal household, readily agreed.
“Alright, let’s do that.”
“Good. I’ll come see you as soon as I wake. Sleep well tonight—your rest is essential for the baby to grow healthy and beautiful.”
“Thank you, Kayena. Even though I came to you so suddenly in the middle of the night…”
“Don’t mention it! I only did what I ought to. Come to me anytime you need me.”
The next morning, having made plans to leave for the village, the two parted ways.
The following day, they headed into the village together. Kayena’s thoughtful request for the driver to go slowly touched Natasha’s heart.
“Yes, you are pregnant.”
After examining Natasha, the physician confirmed her pregnancy shortly after.
Kayena, who’d been listening nearby, happily jumped up in joy. She instinctively reached to embrace the expectant mother but hesitated for a brief moment, settling instead for patting her shoulder gently. She explained that expectant mothers required careful handling—needlessly fretting over proper etiquette.
Natasha didn’t mind at all; she smiled softly.
“You must always take care. Pay close attention to the ingredients in any medicine you take, and be especially mindful of your diet. It’s also best to refrain from marital relations for now.”
The physician handed over a pregnancy confirmation note along with these instructions. According to the note, Natasha was two weeks pregnant—precisely the time when the two of them had been together.
On the carriage ride home, Natasha gazed blankly out the window, slowly taking in the familiar yet ever-changing scenery. Each time the wheels turned, she gently patted her belly, soothing the blessing that must surely be startled within.
Running her hands over her still-flat stomach, she felt a quiet happiness bloom. Though this hope had once been a distant, emotionless wish for the future, the child now meant far more to her than she’d expected—contrary to her cold heart.
Perhaps it was simply the sheer tenderness of knowing a tiny life now dwelled inside her. Or perhaps it was because this child was now the only family she had left.
“Kayena… if I leave for the duchy, won’t the baby be in danger too?”
Kayena’s lips curled inward slightly, accentuating the groove above them. She seemed to weigh her words carefully, choosing the most respectful way to reply—then spoke just before the silence stretched too long.
“I’m afraid so. As per your plan, the journey to the duchy would be far too grueling…”
She’d expected as much.
The trip to the duchy would be arduous. Confined to a cramped carriage, she’d be uncomfortable all day long.
And even upon arrival, problems remained. The duchy had already rejected her once—there was no reason to believe they’d welcome her warmly just because she’d come in person. She’d likely have to wait indefinitely at the ducal manor’s gate in the cold, with no guarantee of being received.
“Right? I’m scared—and the baby must be even more frightened. And in danger, too.”
Though her reasons had always been practical, Natasha had longed for a child. Continuing the Charlier line demanded new life—it was only natural.
‘…My child, whom I might never have again.’
This wish—uncertain if it could ever be fulfilled again—now terrified her. What had once seemed a fearless gamble when she was alone now filled her with dread.
Though it had begun merely as a distant, detached hope for the future, the child had unexpectedly become profoundly meaningful to her—unlike her previously cold heart.
A child who grew by drawing nourishment from her, who would surely resemble her. In this cruel world where she’d never dared love anyone freely, the child was a miracle—pure devotion that could never be exhausted, a love unwavering even without reward.
‘I want to protect you.’
That was why she wanted to protect them.
‘To protect you, I must…’
And Natasha knew exactly what choice she had to make to keep her child safe.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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“The evidence you’ve gone out of your way to show me is far too abundant to chal
Why the fuck did he need to do that?! 😦 If I were Natasha…even living 100 livesi won’t forgive him 😡
Zieghart’s rejection and harsh words. The utter shattering of trust between them
Trust? What trust? Is it tasty? I thought she didn’t trust him anymore
His anguished questions finally creased the other’s expression. With a quiet sig
I guess there is a typo? It should be ‘Her’ instead of ‘His’
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Limited return by death? I guess nice story mechanism
He broke her trust, and now want her to believe that he is in love. I thing he also have his memories of the past.
It’s a little lot too late ass why no do this earlier if you regressed before