I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Why? Let’s see if you knew about this too, hmm? What if I invited the Emperor himself? It would make for quite a spectacle.
“I… Your Majesty. That would be…”
Mercedes’s voice trembled violently.
She was unsettled. Richard’s gut twisted, yet a strange thrill stirred within him.
“Why? Are you flustered?”
He gripped Mercedes’s arm tighter, pulling her body flush against his, and whispered threateningly.
“Smile, Mercedes. Hmm? Only if you put on an act will I gently remove your garments. So you won’t be embarrassed in front of others.”
Mercedes felt her fingertips trembling and clenched her fists tightly.
“Are you not the Crown Prince and Crown Princess?”
And in that instant, a low voice interjected between them.
Richard’s head snapped around.
“…Your Majesty.”
For a moment, irritation flickered across Richard’s face. But he immediately donned a pleasant expression and released Mercedes.
Free from his hold, Mercedes struggled to compose herself and adjusted her attire. Another headache surged, but she concealed it and slowly turned her head.
A man, clad entirely in black from head to toe, was walking toward them. His colorless appearance stood out starkly against the bright daylight.
The Crown Prince bowed slightly, and Mercedes, in turn, grasped her skirt and offered a graceful curtsy.
As the Emperor approached them, Richard pulled Mercedes’s waist close to him, embracing her as if they were a loving couple.
“What were you doing?”
“We were simply sharing an intimate conversation, Your Majesty. Nothing of significance you ought to know. By the way, weren’t you in the midst of a council?”
Richard deftly dodged the question and asked with cheerful ease.
The Emperor, Carlos, studied Mercedes.
He seemed determined to capture every detail of her disheveled state, his eyes never leaving her. Yet he opened his mouth to speak to the Crown Prince.
“I was merely taking a brief respite while being escorted. An intimate conversation… in this corridor, in such an unseemly manner?”
“It is unavoidable for families to have minor disturbances.”
Though the Emperor’s gaze fixed on Mercedes was deeply unpleasant, Richard concealed his emotions and pulled her even closer.
Mercedes lowered her eyes and simply accepted Richard’s hold.
“…Crown Prince.”
In that instant, Richard was frightened.
Though the Emperor had said nothing, the chilling aura radiating from him felt as if it could strangle him to death.
“Do not press the Crown Princess too hard.”
His tone was soft, yet his voice carried a clear warning.
“It does not look well for a guest.”
The Emperor’s large hand, veins bulging, settled upon Richard’s shoulder. It gripped firmly, then released, tapping twice—just as one would treat a subordinate.
“Your advice… is appreciated.”
Richard replied, forcing his expression into composure.
“And in my eyes, the Crown Princess appears unwell. Are the servants of Shaym so slow in their duties?”
He even cast a glance toward the attendants. Startled, they turned to look at Richard.
“I was just about to have her rest. Take her.”
Richard smiled artificially and handed Mercedes over to the attendants.
As Mercedes was about to leave, their eyes met—was that coincidence?
She felt as if his gaze clung to her, heavy and unyielding, and for a moment, she could not look away. But perhaps it meant nothing.
“Then, good night.”
As Mercedes departed, the Emperor offered his farewell as if his business were concluded. Richard kept his head bowed until the Emperor’s figure vanished completely.
To conceal his utterly crumpled expression.
[This is the timeline separator]Mercedes still had to prepare for her night with Richard. The maids, who had witnessed everything that had transpired during the day, pressed her impatiently, leaving her no choice.
After a meticulous bath and application of scented oils, she donned a delicate nightgown of silk and lace—according to Richard’s taste.
It was a gown like angelic wings, yet its length made it constantly trip beneath her feet.
Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—Richard did not call for her until very late.
‘Yes, he still has some dignity…’
What if she were summoned to the audience chamber after all? Could she truly accept that? The anxiety she had felt now eased into comfort.
“…I can’t sleep.”
Was it because she had been too tense?
Or perhaps…
‘That man.’
Because of the Emperor?
It was strange—not unfamiliar. And earlier, he had clearly helped her.
Why would the Emperor, of all people, interfere in the relationship between a Crown Prince and his Princess?
‘A strange man.’
Regardless, the Emperor had undoubtedly unsettled Mercedes.
“…Perhaps I should take a walk.”
Insomnia always came, but tonight it was especially severe. Outside the window, the full moon poured its transparent light.
Very occasionally, when her insomnia grew unbearable, Mercedes would walk through the sleeping palace. She liked that no one followed her with their gaze.
Mercedes slipped on an outer robe and leather slippers. The gown kept catching on her feet, but she did not want to wake the nurse to change. Waking a maid was even more terrifying.
She slowly moved her feet, gathering the hem of her gown each time it tripped her.
The moon was bright.
The only quiet she could ever call “likeable” clung to her—the blue moonlight flowing through the dark, empty corridors, where no lights burned.
She walked on, until she found herself in the palace’s inner courtyard.
The courtyard, adorned with a fountain and beautiful flowers, was where the royal family often held tea.
A place she could never sit in during daylight.
She approached the courtyard and prepared to sit on the iron chair—when…
“…Y-Your Majesty.”
She was startled. Her voice, unlike her usual composure, escaped in a stifled whisper.
His black attire and hair had blended perfectly with the darkness, rendering him invisible at first.
The Emperor was already seated on the chair opposite her.
“You are the Crown Princess.”
The Emperor smiled faintly—a perfect smile, as if practiced. It felt even more alien, stirring an odd wariness.
“I have disturbed Your Majesty’s time. I apologize. I shall take my leave.”
And if anyone were to witness this scene, disaster would follow. Mercedes quickly tried to retreat.
“Crown Princess.”
But the Emperor called to her. To leave now would be to defy the ruler of the continent. If the Emperor took offense, it could escalate into a diplomatic crisis—or even war.
This Emperor was precisely such a figure in Shaym.
“…Yes, Your Majesty.”
Mercedes had no choice but to remain standing and bowed her head.
The Emperor gazed at her with jet-black eyes and spoke.
“What a beautiful night for the moon, is it not?”
“…Yes.”
“There is nothing finer than gazing at the moon alone. And when one has a companion… it is even better.”
He looked at her, implying an invitation to share the moon.
She must refuse and leave.
Cold sweat gathered in Mercedes’s palms.
Even if the man were the Emperor, it was improper for a married woman to be alone with a stranger.
And if Richard saw this—or even heard of it—disaster would follow.
Had he not just raged at her after confronting the Emperor?
“I beg your pardon, but I must not be alone with Your Majesty. It is unbecoming of a woman.”
The Emperor smiled seductively as he watched her.
“Indeed… it is dawn. No one will see you or me.”
The reply that came back was impious.
Mercedes stared blankly at the Emperor.
The Emperor could do anything.
Taking a married woman was permitted to him. What happened to her afterward did not concern him.
Was that why he could say such things? Because he was free at the highest place?
‘I am not.’
But Mercedes was not.
Her life was decided by others, and she had been trapped within it for a long time.
Even the rare moments of relief were nothing more than walking quietly through the palace in slippers that made no sound while everyone slept.
“…I beg your pardon.”
Anxiety swelled in her chest. She did not understand why this man was doing this. Did he see her as a one-night companion?
Whatever his intentions, Mercedes’s heart began to race.
The peaceful palace at dawn, which she had once thought serene, now felt different.
‘This scene must not be discovered.’
“If Your Majesty permits, may I return? I hope I have not offended you. My humble birth makes me unworthy of being Your Majesty’s companion.”
Mercedes chose her words carefully, to avoid sparking a diplomatic or warlike crisis. She humbled herself, elevated the Emperor, and searched for an escape.
“…You need not belittle yourself. There will be no war.”
The Emperor replied slowly. His voice carried a hint of regret, yet he exuded a calmness that contrasted sharply with Mercedes, whose fists were clenched in urgent fear.
In that moment, something rose in her chest. His calmness… was enviable.
‘Envious? Me? How dare I envy the Emperor?’
She had learned in childhood that envy was a luxury she could not afford—watching her stepbrothers being doted on by the loving Count and Countess while she received lashes.
Kindness, love, freedom. These were things she had never possessed, and never would.
“I have made you uncomfortable. Regretfully, you may go.”
“Oh, no. I am sorry to leave before you. Then, I shall take my leave.”
Mercedes wished to conceal the tangled emotions within her. She disliked being flustered, so she rose quickly.
At that moment, the long, delicate nightgown trailing beneath her robe caught under her foot.
It was a gown, unnecessarily beautiful yet terribly inconvenient—Richard’s taste.
“Oh…!”
“Ah.”
How fast was he? The genius swordsman always at the forefront of battle—Carlos rose instantly and caught her as she stumbled, her gown tripping her.
And beneath the moonlight, Mercedes found herself nestled in Carlos’s arms, as if dancing.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Fuck you ugly and ungrateful rat of man! Kill him, kill him!!!
She’s strong. How many people can endure everything that happened to her. Girl 😢
I knew it, that woman was suspicious. Kill him girl, just kill him!
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He knew her. The way he delayed his response to her.