I Have A Terminally Ill Duke As My Husband (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 43

“Don’t apologize. Your apology right now doesn’t seem to be for me—it feels more like you’re apologizing just to ease your own conscience. Anyway, thank you. Thank you for telling me you loved me, even though I’m so pitiful and have nothing. And thank you for searching for me so desperately. But the moment you died in front of me, our connection ended. So please go back now—to where you truly belong… And find a noble lady suited for you and get married.”

It was the first time.

He realized words spoken by someone could be far more terrifying, painful, and frightening than a sharp blade piercing his heart…

Every word Mercian spoke felt as if a sharp sword were stabbing Luan’s heart.

What on earth did I do to you, who are so kind and lovable?

Each of Mercian’s words was absolutely correct, leaving him utterly unable to argue or offer any excuse.

No—more precisely, countless excuses raced through his mind, yet his mouth remained sealed shut, refusing to utter even a single syllable.

He suddenly remembered Olivia and Tablo’s warnings: if you ever deceive Mercian, you’ll regret it—you must tell her the truth, unlike with anyone else. In that moment, he realized just how foolish and idiotic his choice had been.

Luan left Mercian’s house without uttering another word.

Huh… huh…

Maintaining a calm expression, Mercian remained standing until Luan had completely left. The instant he stepped out the door, her legs gave way, and she sank helplessly to the floor.

Why did his despairing face as he listened to her words, his hand lifted but unable to hold her back, and his silent retreat with his back turned look so unbearably pitiful…?

No, Mercian, you did the right thing.

When she left the capital, she had resolved never to return.

That remained true even now that Luan was alive. She would simply live here as Rosalyn.

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