If You Wish For My Death (6 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
Veronica shook her head. She looked up at the clear sky, refreshing just to behold, then squeezed her eyes shut.
How long had it been since she last looked at the sky like this? The memory felt distant.
“Are you ready, Veronica?”
“Yes, Father.”
Veronica lowered her head and straightened her posture. Her hair, tied back in a single bundle, swayed lightly.
Harry loosened up slightly and approached her. Both wore attire suitable for movement.
‘I want to learn martial arts.’
One day, Veronica had made such a request to her father, Harry. Harry had looked puzzled.
‘But Veronica, didn’t you say you didn’t want to learn martial arts?’
Harry had once tried to teach his daughter martial arts himself.
That was when she was very young.
Back then, Veronica had stubbornly refused, throwing a tantrum until she eventually lay sprawled on the floor in protest.
He had coaxed and comforted her, but long ago resigned himself to her obstinacy.
‘I’ve changed my mind. I think it’d be good to learn.’
‘You don’t have to push yourself. You were unwell just recently.’
‘I’m fine now—both my body and my mind. Besides, it’s good to know how to protect myself. After all, no one knows what the future holds…’
A heavy truth slipped out lightly—so lightly that the listener might not even notice.
Veronica quickly lifted her gaze from the floor and smiled brightly.
‘A little change is necessary.’
‘If you say so…’
Though Harry felt uneasy, he granted her request.
It wasn’t a bad thing, after all. It would be good if she learned self-defense through this opportunity—but truthfully, Harry held little expectation.
He thought Veronica would quickly lose interest.
‘Thank you, Father.’
Unaware of Harry’s thoughts, Veronica beamed with joy.
Thus, the two began running around the mansion every morning.
Harry had initially expected Veronica to lose interest quickly, but seeing her attend training sessions despite sore muscles made him realize her determination and respond seriously.
Veronica warmed up lightly, then called out loudly,
“Please take good care of me!”
The two immediately began jogging.
Although Veronica had asked to learn martial arts, Harry advised her to build stamina first—a sound suggestion indeed.
Her pale, delicate face was already drenched in sweat after just a brief jog.
Time and again, she felt the limits of her endurance. Her legs trembled, and her breath caught in her throat.
Until now, Veronica’s life had been one of dependence on her father, Harry.
Having grown up as a cherished daughter, doted on and protected, she had only ever known how to be pampered and had never developed the ability to accomplish things on her own.
When someone tried to use her, drag her along, or wield force against her, she hadn’t even attempted to resist—no, not even to defend herself.
Though raised as the child of a great general, her reason for never learning martial arts had simply been her distaste for developing muscles.
‘Even I think I was foolish.’
Even when her father was captured, Veronica hadn’t found the courage to take up a sword and rescue him.
She had merely been swept helplessly along by crashing waves.
Now, she didn’t want that anymore. She was tired of being passively protected.
If the worst should come, she wanted to stand against it—to act, even if her future held nothing but tragedy.
Veronica’s ultimate goal was now singular: to draw Crown Prince Cassian Teron Diasta into her life.
But still…
Suddenly, Veronica’s jogging grew agitated, prompting a reprimand.
“Veronica. It’s good to be enthusiastic, but you’re going too fast.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Veronica immediately slowed her pace, then sighed. Truthfully, she hadn’t been in a good mood lately.
Although the engagement had only just been agreed upon, the Emperor—impatient as ever—had rushed its formalization.
He seemed eager to hold the wedding immediately, but as Emperor, skipping the engagement ceremony entirely would damage his dignity, so Harry had calmed him by suggesting they allow the young couple more time.
Thus, they barely reached a compromise on holding an engagement.
The engagement ceremony was arranged in less than three months.
Every official procedure was omitted, and only minimal preparations were made—forced through solely by the Emperor’s impatience and insistence.
Isn’t this far too rushed? Harry worried greatly about public opinion, and eventually visited Veronica before the engagement ceremony.
He asked her to speak honestly—if it felt too burdensome, he’d delay the engagement.
He was ready to use every privilege he possessed if necessary.
But Veronica refused. From her perspective, the sooner the engagement happened, the better.
Her father didn’t know, but in her original life, she had become engaged to Asar around this very time.
Back then, too, the Emperor had been impatient. Knowing that future, she had deliberately approached the Emperor herself to propose marriage.
Unaware of Veronica’s true motives, Harry grew heavy-hearted, thinking his daughter was enduring discomfort and reluctantly yielding to the Emperor’s demands.
Lately, she had been maturing rapidly. When Harry worriedly asked if she was truly alright, she merely smiled in response.
Veronica recalled her hastily arranged engagement ceremony.
As expected, the Emperor’s impatience was evident throughout the event.
All grand imperial engagement protocols had been skipped, and preparations were woefully insufficient—an all-too-familiar sight for Veronica.
She had once held her engagement to Asar in this very place.
What she hadn’t noticed then—his haste—was now glaringly obvious. Still, there were visible attempts to at least maintain appearances.
Of course, the Emperor himself hadn’t made those efforts.
There, Veronica met Cassian again.
The last time had been when she left the palace after securing the Emperor’s approval for her engagement to Cassian, leaving behind a dazed-looking him.
Upon meeting again, his expression remained as displeased and uncomfortable as ever.
‘You look incredibly handsome today, Your Highness Prince Cassian.’
‘……’
His glare toward her was just as intense as always.
But all he could do here was see the engagement through to its end—
The Emperor watched from his lofty seat above.
With a face as though ready to die, Cassian reluctantly slid the ring onto her left ring finger.
Watching him, Veronica beamed widely, then embraced him as if unable to contain her joy.
Her gaze then turned toward the man who surely watched from afar—
The man who, despite how uncomfortable this must be for him, had attended to ensure his precious younger brother wouldn’t stand alone.
Leaning close to the stunned man’s ear, she whispered softly,
‘I’ll send you a letter—you must reply.’
And yet—
Why hadn’t he sent a reply!
Her crimson eyes grew icy.
Cassian was utterly discourteous. To make his fiancée wait this long for any word—he was nothing short of the worst man imaginable.
Even if their engagement had been forced, wouldn’t basic courtesy require him to reply to her letters?
She had sent letter after letter, yet not a single reply had reached her to this day.
He knew well enough that defiance would only hurt himself.
Even a Crown Prince couldn’t defy the Emperor’s command. Their engagement had been personally arranged by the Emperor himself. Veronica sighed deeply once more.
After finishing her workout, Veronica returned to the mansion, bathed, and changed clothes.
She still had time before her history tutor arrived.
Veronica headed straight to her study. Sitting at her desk, she took out crisp, fresh paper and picked up her quill.
Though all twenty-five letters she’d sent had been ignored, Veronica refused to give up.
She hadn’t expected kindness from the start anyway—so she’d decided to be just as stubborn.
Silently, she began writing another letter.
[To His Highness Crown Prince Cassian Teron Diasta,I hope this letter reaches your heart. I send it with sincere wishes for your well-being. So much time has already passed since our engagement ceremony… My longing grows deeper with every day we do not see each other…]
“I truly hope you’ll finally send a reply. Let’s see whether your peace of mind lasts long while you keep ignoring me like this. No matter how much you refuse, we’ve already held our engagement ceremony—it’s irreversible. So just accept it gracefully and at least come see me…”
Her true feelings, disguised as elegant phrasing, flowed from her lips.
Whether Cassian would grasp the meaning hidden beneath remained uncertain—but outwardly, it was a perfectly crafted love letter.
Deeply absorbed in her writing, she heard a knock at the door. Soon after, a maid entered.
“Young Lady.”
“Didn’t I say not to disturb me unless it’s urgent?”
“Lady Arin has come to visit.”
The quill, which had been pressing each word with deliberate emotion, halted abruptly.
Veronica lifted her head and remained silent for a moment. After what seemed like deliberation, she turned and said,
“Please show her to the reception room.”
Setting down her pen, Veronica adjusted her attire before leaving the room. Seeing the ink still staining her hands, she slipped on gloves.
When she arrived at the reception room, a young woman with neatly coiled silver hair greeted her warmly.
“Congratulations on your engagement, Veronica.”
“Thank you, Lady Arin.”
Lady Arin’s first words upon seeing Veronica were always congratulations.
It had become her standard greeting whenever they met recently.
At first, Veronica had felt a sense of accomplishment—but after hearing it so often, she’d grown numb to it. The following question was predictable.
“How long have you and His Highness Prince Teron been involved like this?”
Lady Arin’s eyes sparkled as she asked. She clearly had great interest in everything surrounding Veronica.
“I’m sorry—it’s not the day we agreed upon, but I was just so curious.”
“It’s fine. You’re not the only one asking.”
Everyone she met asked the same thing: how had she ended up so intimately connected with His Highness Prince Cassian Teron?
She understood their curiosity to some degree.
After all, her unrequited love and her fiancé were different people—how could they not wonder? Especially considering just how deeply she’d pined.
Moreover, her unrequited love and her fiancé were half-brothers—and both princes, no less.
A duke’s daughter caught between two princes—she could well imagine the sordid rumors swirling about her.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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this chapter was extremely sad. I like the fact that the author keep emphasizing on her past life, like not to let go her trauma. I i have read many fast pace regression novels when as soon as fmc finds love everything else just goes really fast and nothing else matters almost as if forgetting the revenge which was suppose to be the priority, so far loving this novel i hope they don’t ruin it.
I can totally understand the fmc she don’t want fake friends cause she already has a experience where she thought someone was her friend but they where only using her for her status. I mean its always hard to trust people when u been betrayed badly. I can totally understand her having trust issues.
she must be thinking something really romantic is going on between them. If only she knew what her favorite is scheming in that head of hers.