I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 84

She said she would kill me, yet she came to the marital chamber and curled up on the sofa to sleep, worrying that my reputation would suffer.

Why is he so cruelly tender?

And what could he possibly gain from killing me?

Mercedes’s mornings had gradually grown longer since some point. The advice from Mrs. Fisher—that if she thought about the “reason,” she might find another way—would not leave her mind.

It might truly be possible. Her master had always spoken only truth.

“Carlos.”

Yet she could not voice the question lingering in her mouth; she could only whisper his name.

The urge to ask…

Was finally swallowed.

Perhaps. Maybe.

If the reason he must kill me were too despairing and cruel…

She feared the tiny sprout barely blooming within her heart would rot away.

The deeper Mercedes thought, the longer her mornings became.

In truth, Carlos had been awake the entire time.

He was always sensitive to subtle movements—not just because of aura, but from habits forged on the battlefield.

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