Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 462

She could not give him a legitimate heir. Beyond that, Ariadne still lacked certainty about whether she was truly a good match for Alfonso.

“Let’s break up.”

The words had risen to her throat and then retreated. The reason she never actually spoke them aloud was neither selfish desire nor the image of Alfonso bursting through the forests outside Trevero just to reach her.

It was because she knew those words wouldn’t reflect her true, carefully considered feelings—they were merely a fleeting outburst born from a fear of being hurt. Ariadne took a deep breath.

“No, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Ariadne pulled Alfonso into an embrace.

She had not chosen Cesare. They were people burdened by the same kind of pain. But there was no rule saying such people had to stay together.

If merfolk lived only among merfolk, they would never know the scent of mountain ranges on land or the crisp aroma of oxygen-rich forests. She hated her own damp, stifling world. Ariadne had sought a two-legged man who could guide her out onto the vast continent.

The man she’d chosen was one who could teach her what love truly meant—someone dependable, stable, solid, and who had experienced devoted love from at least one parent.

But viewed from another angle, that meant Alfonso would be living with a woman who didn’t understand love. What fault of his had led him to be forever tied to such an insecure woman—one incapable of bearing children?

“I’m… using you, both in my past life and in this one.”

Alfonso had caught her when she tried to run away, and she, in turn, had eagerly clung to him. She wasn’t so immature that she’d blurt out a breakup just to avoid getting hurt.

But if deep reflection led her to conclude it was the right thing to do—well, then, if Ariadne’s conscience and desires were to clash, which would win?

“Becoming a better person than you were yesterday is enough.”

Those were Raphael’s words. He’d said that past sins never truly disappear; atonement lies not in regretting the past but in living well in the present.

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