My Husband Has Changed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 18

Miss.

I was chosen early on to serve as a chamber maid to a noble lady, but I never learned to read or write. After all, in those days—just as now—many noblewomen who guarded their chambers were themselves illiterate. All a maid needed to do was embroider well, manage the laundry properly, keenly read the moods of her superiors, and attend to trivial tasks as though she were barely there—that was enough.

Wise Laura tried more than once to teach me letters, but back then I refused to put in the effort. After working until my hands blistered from dawn till dusk, I’d finally slip into the chamber—only to be told to study without even a moment to warm myself by the fire? It felt unbearable. I burst into loud sobs, and only then did Laura, looking embarrassed, repeatedly promise never to insist again.

Now, I’m left only with deep regret.

If only I had known how to read and write, would that wretch have crushed my wrist as well? He might have even stolen my sight. But at least I could have found some way to send word to you, Miss.

Rather than being forced to stand idly by, wide-eyed and helpless, merely watching you from afar.

I’m still bound to that night. Whether I’m awake or lying down, eating meals or mingling with the other maids in daily chores… I still feel his fingers clinging tightly around my throat. I can still sense the pressure of his choking grip. I can’t even remember the last time I truly slept since that night.

Please don’t look at me with those eyes, Miss. I’m perfectly fine…

Adelheid. There is only one thing I wish to tell you.

That sinister thing has bewitched everyone—bewitched you, Miss. All people are as good as blind, refusing to lift the veil or block their ears against the sounds they hear. Therefore, you must flee—far, far away from here.

You must take Lord Oscar’s carriage. Before the moon rises again—before that thing’s malicious trickery takes root in your soul.

Before it drives a nail into you forever.

If escape proves impossible, at the very least keep your distance from it. No matter how pitifully it acts, do not look back, do not heed its voice, and neither give nor accept anything from it.

This disaster is entirely my fault—born from my negligence and my foolish failure to recall the prophecy.

Please, Miss… you must listen to my voice. Just by looking at my face, you’ll understand. Just by meeting my eyes, you’ll feel it. No matter how poorly I may have behaved, we are still…

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