I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
I didn’t wait until now on purpose. I only speak now because I needed to observe your situation after your trial to give you accurate information.
It was true. Even amid such a busy time with no proper investigation, I confirmed the movements of Count Cromwell and Shaym.
And I needed to wait and watch over time to see if Count Cromwell was truly not exterminated.
Throughout the journey, I received messages from the informant bound to Shaym. Five days had passed, yet the King of Shaym had not harmed the Count at all.
She slowly, once again, confirmed and asked:
“Can I… believe it? Is Count Cromwell… truly, still… cough… alive?”
“Belief is yours to choose, but on the Emperor’s name, it seems he isn’t dead—he’s doing well.”
He even staked the Emperor’s name.
If that were truly, genuinely true.
What meaning would Mercedes’s resignation to death have had?
She begged the judge to let her die. Having achieved every final goal she desired, she had no reason to live.
‘But… he’s alive.’
And he’s doing exceptionally well.
Why hadn’t she thought of this before? Her father was a man who would find any way to survive. He would cling to someone, somehow.
‘…He didn’t die. He’s alive. Well.’
She had wanted to fall into hell together. That was her only wish.
Now she heard news that one thing had not come to pass.
The fire ignited in her chest, where she had spent time refusing food, waiting to die.
There was no blind person who saw clearly.
“Ahh… ah.”
She let out a cry.
Something welled up in her chest. She had struggled against death, yet the one who tormented her was still alive. The headache that had vanished after killing Richard returned.
It had almost been her life alone that ended, with everything over.
“Ahh…”
Carlos’s face subtly hardened as he heard Mercedes’s quiet voice.
The face of a despairing person was not pleasant to behold.
A single tear fell from Mercedes’s eyes.
She slowly straightened her back. At the same time, Carlos changed his expression, lowering his brows as if sympathizing with her sorrow.
Mercedes spoke, tears streaming down. These were not tears of sorrow—they were tears of rage, impossible to contain.
“Your Majesty… why… cough… did you save me? Why… cough… did you pull me out from there? And why… cough… give me this information?”
“…To tell you I fell for you at first sight while you’re in such pain doesn’t sit well with me.”
Carlos spoke in a serious tone.
“Fell… for me?”
“Yes. That’s how it is.”
“Then… if so… you saved me… cough… because you intend to take me? Just for that? To intimidate Shaym?”
“Is taking you something that deserves the word ‘just’? That’s a poor choice of words.”
“…”
“To take you or not is not my choice. It depends on you. I detest forced things.”
Mercedes did not answer.
Choice.
A ridiculous word. From the moment she was rescued by Carlos, she had no choice. Only to listen and obey.
Or else, suicide. It was a familiar path.
She had believed this time, at last, she had chosen—yet even that choice betrayed her. Cromwell was alive.
“…Choice.”
“The reason I saved you and gave you this information is simple and clear: live.”
Looking at Mercedes, weeping, Carlos calmly proposed:
“Live, and take revenge by my side. Then you will find your life.”
But it didn’t reach Mercedes.
Find life? To her, it was nonsense. One must have lived a life worth living to know how to find it. Her entire life had been nothing but learning how to hold her breath.
“I will help you, no matter what you do.”
“Your Majesty… why… cough… why go so far… for me? I am not… cough… someone worthy of… falling for.”
Carlos let out a small sigh at Mercedes’s reply.
“Who treated you like this? I won’t tell you to raise your self-worth right now. Instead, I’ll slowly show you.”
“…We’ve met only twice. And even then, one time… cough… was just a greeting… cough.”
“That’s what makes it strange. I’m not someone easily swayed by emotions.”
Carlos gave a faint smile.
“In any case, trust is built over time. Revenge, the slower it simmers, the better it tastes. There’s plenty of time. Wait until you believe me, Mercedes.”
For the first time.
For the first time, Carlos called Mercedes by her name. Mercedes looked at him and wiped away her tears.
Her body was still a mess; her vision remained blurred.
But she could tell the man sitting before her was looking at her with an impossibly gentle gaze.
Such gentleness felt alien—even unpleasant.
“Then… truly… you’re falling for me… and helping me take revenge?”
Mercedes asked the same question again. It might have been tiresome, but Carlos accepted her emotions.
“Yes. Love makes men foolish.”
His demeanor was gentle. But the man before her didn’t look like someone foolishly in love.
Even in the courtroom where he saved her, he hadn’t even glanced her way.
‘To fall for me and help me take revenge? How absurd.’
She couldn’t believe in love. No, she couldn’t believe in anyone. So she kept her guard high.
Mercedes had nothing left to lose. Then why was this man doing this?
Yet the Emperor’s favor had value to Mercedes.
She had to grasp the Emperor’s hand to uncover information about Count Cromwell’s family.
Amid this, the Emperor’s voice grew more familiar.
“Hmm. I’m sometimes impulsive. And you’re beautiful. It’s not boasting, but you’re the first to stir my heart. Ah, of course, not just because of your beauty. I felt drawn to you. Embarrassing.”
“…But if you’re impulsive… cough… you could kill me again, couldn’t you?”
“You could see it that way.”
Carlos gave a faint smile. Somehow, he looked like an unpretentious young man.
“Then let’s make a promise.”
“…”
“I won’t kill you over trivial matters.”
Carlos’s attitude truly seemed to like Mercedes.
Not love, perhaps—but he clearly liked her and wanted to be casual with her.
Which made it even more suspicious.
“Oh. Actually, I don’t know if you’ll be pleased, Mercedes, but you’ve become mine. I took your life from Shaym.”
With a playful tone, Carlos extended his pinky finger.
It was a hand twice her size. Each knuckle thick and solid—the hands of a warrior long trained.
“Hey, a promise… cough… a promise with… this?”
“Too silly? Hah. I think it’s amusing. Well, in any case, you can’t die carelessly. If you find the promise too hard and keep wanting to die, consider it your duty as my possession. I’m a self-styled victor of the continent—I’d appreciate your compliance.”
It wasn’t childish play—what was this?
Even while remaining wary, Mercedes was thrown off guard.
To Mercedes, Carlos extended his finger closer.
“Come on. You can be wary all you want now. Later, just trust me. This promise is for you—won’t you at least link pinkies?”
‘Whatever it is… it’s not difficult.’
For the sake of her goal, a pinky link meant nothing.
“Promise.”
“…Promise.”
Mercedes, with a determined expression, linked her finger with his.
After arriving in the capital, this Emperor might treat her like Richard did. But it didn’t matter.
Their fingers tightly clasped together. Especially his long, large fingers, gripping her like a serpent.
“The Emperor’s promise is precious. I hope you’ll believe it. Then, may I take you to the imperial quarters? As I said earlier, even if it’s difficult now, the time we spend together will build our trust.”
“Eh? cough… Aren’t we already… cough… on our way to the quarters?”
“Your condition kept us delayed.”
“Oh… yes. I apologize. cough.”
Mercedes nodded.
As Carlos gestured outside, food and medicine entered the carriage.
“Drink warm water first. Will you accept it now?”
Mercedes took the waterskin Carlos had been holding. Her eyes were no longer empty.
“Then eat comfortably.”
“…Yes.”
For the first time in a long while, Mercedes felt hunger.
And like someone who had never learned noble etiquette, she greedily grabbed bread and gulped down soup, her eyes filled with venom.
Carlos watched her for a moment, then stepped down from the carriage.
Closing the carriage door and turning his back, Carlos’s expression instantly turned cold.
[This is the timeline separator]Mercedes’s health recovered in three days.
Though she no longer refused food or medicine, her recovery was astonishing for someone who had been nearly dead.
“Contrary to my expectations, she doesn’t seem to have been frail to begin with…”
The Emperor’s attendant, sweating, reported to Carlos, startled by Mercedes’s condition.
Carlos merely nodded, expressionless—as if he felt no curiosity at all.
Thus, the procession, once halted, began moving again.
The wasted time vanished as if it had never been, and they arrived at the capital immediately.
It had been ten days since leaving Shaym.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Carlos asked, slightly embarrassed as he ruffled his hair—almost as if he was carefully observing her reaction.
He’s cute 😂
Mercedes had always worn a corset—even when sleeping—under the pretext of maintaining proper posture and a slender waist. If it slipped, she was whipped. As punishment.
That’s crazy! They tortured her 😢
I think it’s too fast to judge the ML but for now he looks quite good
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Blairwoods
Live girl, so u can kill them all. And was he really fall in love with her?