Please Kill My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
The wind blowing through the slanted-open window gently swayed the silk curtains.
Ludmila sat neatly on the bed, facing the darkened window beyond which the cold wind blew, her red eyes dry and sunken.
‘A docile dog….’
The final words exchanged moments ago between her husband and his sister echoed in Ludmila’s ears.
To them, it was a casual conversation about roasting her alive; to Ludmila, it was tantamount to a death sentence.
He had been a man who routinely resorted to violence even in their townhouse in the capital. In this isolated domain where he ruled like a king, just how much more horrific would his actions become?
Though she had lived a wretched life steeped in contempt and humiliation, that did not mean she was unaware of the dignity of her own existence.
Even amidst scorn, she had clung fiercely to her pride, striving to maintain grace despite constant disdain. Precisely because she had clung on with such dogged resolve, her life felt unbearably precious.
But that precious life certainly was not meant to end at the hands of a vain, hollow man driven solely by empty pride.
Having overheard Celia and Kedilen’s conversation, Ludmila quietly continued her examination without revealing a trace of emotion.
The examination lasted until evening and continued even after the sun had fully set.
Kedilen, who had stayed faithfully by Ludmila’s side wearing the mask of a devoted husband, vanished around dinnertime, claiming he couldn’t cancel a prior engagement.
Of course, it wasn’t truly because of an engagement—it was merely his calculated performance as a husband, tailored to meet societal expectations—but from Ludmila’s perspective, it wasn’t unwelcome.
At the very least, it spared her from being alone with him face-to-face in the private chamber.
“You called for me?”
Ludmila wordlessly looked at the young physician who entered upon her knock. An ordinary-looking man, the kind one might see anywhere.
Ludmila briefly scanned his unremarkable presence from head to toe.
“Are you the Storyteller?”
To her dry inquiry, the man responded not with words but with a faint smile. “Storyteller” was another alias for an information broker.
Ludmila disliked that nickname—it implied he’d spill anything for money.
She herself had been the subject of his tales hundreds of times, whether portrayed favorably or unfavorably. But right now, she needed precisely such a Storyteller.
“I apologize for calling you so suddenly. Since I couldn’t move, I sent my nursemaid—please forgive any rudeness if she offended you. She’s rather traditional.”
“It’s quite alright. Please don’t concern yourself. But may I ask what story you wished to hear that led you to summon me here personally—especially as a Marchioness?”
The glint in his narrowed eyes was that of a hunter who had just spotted a particularly sweet fruit.
Ludmila Perez—the socialite whose name stirred society. Countless rumors swirled around the beautiful Marquess and his wife, and many were eager to hear them.
Simply by summoning him here today, the Storyteller had already secured a fresh source of income. Knowing this well, Ludmila spoke without hesitation.
“I need the story of Duke Havertz and his house—every single detail, from beginning to end.”
“May I ask why you suddenly seek such information?”
“That isn’t something the Storyteller needs to know.”
Uncharacteristically stiffening her expression, Ludmila prompted the Storyteller to bow his head respectfully.
“My apologies.”
Ludmila watched his deep bow with a posture so perfectly upright it was almost severe.
Her composure—so calm as to seem aloof—compelled the Storyteller to acknowledge anew that the woman before him was far different from the Ludmila he thought he knew.
Though her public image was gentle and kind—the ideal noblewoman—she was, after all, high nobility, and the innate arrogance of her birth could not be concealed.
Having found an appropriate balance, the Storyteller smiled lightly and straightened his back.
“Shall I begin the tale at once?”
“Proceed.”
Noticing she had no writing tools and merely folded her hands neatly atop her lap, the Storyteller’s brow furrowed slightly.
She intended only to listen—fine by him. Occasionally, clients forgot details despite receiving information and had to pay again.
The thought of possibly earning more money curled the corners of his lips as he began his story.
[This is the timeline separator]The clock’s chime, marking the hour, echoed through the deepening quiet of the room. On cue, the Storyteller finished his tale and calmly regulated his breath.
Ludmila offered no immediate response. Was his information insufficient, or had she simply been overwhelmed by its volume?
Either way, the possibility of earning more money remained an undeniably tempting prospect.
The Storyteller waited a while. Waiting for Ludmila’s reaction was not a difficult task.
As if rewarding his patience, her voice soon slipped out, prefaced by a soft sigh.
“Thank you for your trouble.”
“No trouble at all. Was the story to your satisfaction?”
“Yes, it was sufficient.”
“I’m glad to hear it. If anything remains unclear, please let me know—I’ll explain it again.”
It had been a full hour of narration. Remembering it all would be difficult.
Ludmila, deep in thought with her chin resting in her hand, glanced once at the Storyteller before shaking her head briefly. The Storyteller’s eyes flickered minutely as her head swayed side to side.
“Are you quite alright?”
Again, she answered only with another small shake of her head. Seeing her unresponsive demeanor, the flustered Storyteller bit his lip hesitantly—until Ludmila tossed him a prepared purse.
Her unexpectedly blunt gesture, unbecoming of a noble lady, caught him off guard, and he fumbled the purse midair.
Coins spilled onto the floor with a soft clatter as the pouch hit the ground.
The Storyteller quickly gathered the gold, glancing furtively at Ludmila. Her profile, still lost in thought, left him no choice but to accept that their meeting had concluded.
Knowing further conversation would be pointless, he collected the purse and gave a respectful bow. As the commotion faded with his departure, silence thickened once more in the darkened room.
Alone again with her thoughts, Ludmila bit her lip lightly.
“Wonjin….”
A quiet murmur escaped through lips pressed firmly between her teeth.
Turning her head, she gazed at the deepening winter landscape outside, then calmly closed her eyes. The wind blowing from the west grew steadily colder.
If she remained here much longer, death would be the only outcome.
Having reached her decision, Ludmila opened her eyes calmly. Within their quiet depths, her red irises glowed with resolute vitality.
[This is the timeline separator]Knock knock.
The knock at the door was gentle and crisp. The first visitor of the early morning, arriving with the dawn’s first light, was Marquis Erdi.
Those who saw Kedilen visit the moment visiting hours began clicked their tongues in knowing approval.
They murmured that, as expected, his concern and affection for his wife were deeper than anyone else’s—just as the rumors claimed.
Of course, they were unaware that Kedilen’s visit wasn’t driven by exceptional affection for his wife, but rather by the image it cultivated—and by his intent to initiate her discharge immediately.
Silence still reigned despite the knock. It was past the hour when Ludmila, who rarely slept much, would normally be awake.
Puzzled, Erdi cleared his throat lightly and carefully spoke.
“Ludmila. It’s me, my lady.”
His voice was as tender as a songbird’s morning call—but even so, no reply came.
After being met with silence twice, Kedilen’s patience—particularly thin when it came to Ludmila—wore completely thin.
Suppressing his rising temper, Kedilen knocked again on the door. If she failed to answer this time, he resolved to discipline her before sending her off to the Erdi Marquisate.
“My lady? What’s with this door…?”
“Oh! My lord Marquis?”
At that moment, a young nurse, spotting Kedilen, hurried over with wide-eyed surprise.
He gave her a fleeting smile as she approached.
“It seems my wife hasn’t yet awakened. Might I ask you to check on her?”
He longed to simply open the door himself, but too many eyes watched. He had to maintain the image of a perfect gentleman.
“Check on her?… But the Marchioness completed her discharge procedures this morning.”
“…What?”
“Your representative assisted the Marchioness with her discharge. She left the hospital with her nurse before the doors even opened… Didn’t you hear?”
Hearing the nurse’s puzzled question, Kedilen instantly sensed something had gone terribly wrong.
Though momentarily taken aback by the unfamiliar news, he quickly recovered, lightly pulling the corners of his lips upward.
“Oh! I completely forgot I’d given such instructions—I was so eager to see my wife that I… Ha ha!”
His gently embarrassed smile put the nurse at ease, and she nodded without suspicion.
The moment the hospital doors closed behind him, the smile that had lingered on Kedilen’s lips as he stepped into his carriage vanished without a trace.
“Find Ludmila immediately. Bring her to me at once.”
His eyes flashed with cold fury as he ordered his men to locate his vanished wife—no trace of the affectionate husband remained.
It was the look of a trainer using a beast for his own ends. He had no clue where his wife had gone, nor any leads or guesses as to her whereabouts.
After all, he had no idea whom she might be meeting, or where or what she was doing at this very moment.
“What brings you here, Marchioness Erdi?”
He was the man who bore the Empire’s contempt and his husband’s hatred all at once.
“Do you have some favor to ask of me?”
The thought that she might be meeting Aden never even crossed his mind.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
Most Commented This Week
The Villain Has Gone Mad For Me (Completed Main Story)
I’m The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete)
I Became the Assassin Family’s Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story)
The Duke Only Needs My Child (Completed Main Story)
Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete)
At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete)
She’s a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story)
People Aren’t Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete)
My Discarded Fiancé Returned (Completed Main Story)
Summer Must Die (16 Chapters Left to Complete)
I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete)
Regret With All Your Might (Completed Main Story)