Please Kill My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 96

A separate studio had also been prepared in the villa. It was the studio Aden had mentioned—newly arranged, just as he said.

True to his words, it was well-ventilated, shielded from direct sunlight, yet when the window was opened, the view of the Ladman River unfolded clearly before one’s eyes.

Moreover, as though deliberately planned for this very purpose, a white plum tree stood along the riverbank visible beyond that window.

Staring silently at the sight, Ludmila found herself smiling bitterly, struck anew by Aden’s thoughtfulness—what must he have been thinking when he created this place?

The scenery visible from here, and the white plum trees positioned precisely there…

He had meticulously adjusted their height and distance to craft a studio just for her.

And he had done all this during the very period when he still harbored misunderstandings toward her. What had been on his mind? What thoughts drove him to arrange all this?

She might never have returned. They might never have seen each other again.

Yet, knowing this, Aden had gathered traces of Ludmila here and prepared things meant solely for her.

As if clinging to unshakable, precious regret, within this villa nestled along the sun-dappled riverbank.

Perhaps Aden, too, had leaned against this very window, gazing at the spot where the white plum tree stood. Now, she and he were looking at the same place from this very spot.

The same scenery, the same breeze, the same air—but holding different thoughts.

A future where they could never reach each other, where they would remain forever out of each other’s grasp.

When her thoughts reached this point, Ludmila turned away and closed the window. She pulled the curtains shut, as though cutting off the view itself.

It was then, turning toward the self-made darkness of the room, that something in the corner caught Ludmila’s eye.

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