Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“I have no power. Even though I want to escape this wretched hell, all I can do is endure and bear it. Because I can only survive by pretending to be fine, acting like nothing’s wrong.”
Tears spilled over like a breached dam. Cordelia tried to wipe her wet cheeks with both hands, but it was futile.
She sobbed like a child. Everything she had tightly suppressed until now burst forth all at once.
“I—I may look desperate and pathetic in front of you, but I’m really, really trying my best….”
“…….”
Leonard stared at Cordelia, unable to utter a single word.
He finally realized, far too late, how deeply his careless, offhand remarks had wounded her.
She always smiled no matter what he said—he’d truly believed she was unaffected.
“…Hic.”
“You’re right. No one has the right to judge others so recklessly.”
“I—I have pride too! Hic! It’s not because I’m an idiot!”
“I apologize for what I just said.”
Leonard spoke earnestly. Hearing those words, Cordelia felt her overwhelming emotions gradually settle.
He continued to gaze intently at her, still sniffling, then suddenly blurted out something unexpected.
“In return, I’ll give you power.”
“What do you—hic—mean…?”
“I’ll accept you as my disciple.”
The words slipped out impulsively. Leonard didn’t fully understand his own choice, but he didn’t regret it.
“Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Cordelia, overwhelmed with tears, couldn’t grasp his meaning at first. She simply stared at him with damp eyes.
“You said you’re being ignored because you lack power. As my disciple, at least you won’t be treated that way. So go ahead and say you forgive me.”
“Huh?”
“Hurry up.”
He acted shamelessly, as if he’d come not to beg for forgiveness but to demand it. Unable to withstand his urging and pressure, Cordelia finally spoke.
“Hic! O-okay… I forgive you.”
“Good. Now repeat after me. Ah—before that, we need a witness. Baron, come out.”
“You called, my lord?”
Baron leapt out excitedly from atop Cordelia’s tear-streaked path.
“What a moving moment! In all my life, I never imagined I’d witness my lord accepting a disciple!”
Baron fussed excitedly, pulling a handkerchief from inside his coat and offering it to Cordelia. She used it to dab the remaining moisture from her eyes.
“Hic! Th-thank you.”
“Now, now. Stop crying. Tears on such a joyful day?”
“Repeat after me.”
Leonard swiftly seized Cordelia’s hand like a hawk. Then he began murmuring an unintelligible incantation.
“What are you doing? I told you to repeat after me!”
“Uh… what—hic—exactly are you—hic—doing?”
“I’m making you my disciple. Are you hiccupping right now? During a solemn oath ritual?”
“What even is—hic—an oath ritual?”
“To think I’d take on a disciple who doesn’t even know what an oath ritual is. Sigh. This isn’t how I imagined my first oath ritual at all. Where are the flowers and rings? My one and only disciple is just hiccupping and crying.”
Leonard scowled in irritation, grumbling that this was the worst oath ritual he’d ever seen.
After that, an extremely long and complicated incantation followed.
Unfortunately, Cordelia’s hiccups wouldn’t stop, so it took her a long time to repeat the entire spell.
When she finally stammered through the last line, Leonard snapped in frustration.
“Ugh, just stop hiccupping already!”
“I can’t—hic—help it—hic—what do you want me to do!”
“Both of you, please stop. It’ll be over as soon as I finish the witness oath.”
Baron finished his oath with a beaming smile.
At that very instant, a brilliant light enveloped Cordelia’s entire body. Intricate, mysterious patterns etched themselves across her skin.
“Huh?! What—what is this?!”
“It’ll be over soon.”
Leonard said dismissively. True to his word, the light quickly faded. Thankfully, the markings on her body vanished without a trace.
Cordelia glanced over her body with a sour expression.
She’d expected some magnificent transformation given the dazzling display—yet before and after the ritual, she felt no different at all.
“So it’s over now? But why is becoming your disciple so complicated? I thought you’d just teach me magic?”
“What? Don’t tell me you begged to become a mage’s disciple without even knowing what it means?”
“Uh… isn’t becoming a disciple just learning magic?”
Leonard was flabbergasted by her astonishingly naive remark. Baron pressed his lips together, trying—and failing—to suppress his laughter.
“Hah. There’s no taking this back now.”
“Congratulations, my lord. At last, you have the disciple you’ve always dreamed of.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Haha! Exaggerating only slightly, there are as many mages in the Mage Association who long to become your disciple as there are stars in the sky. Once the mages of the Association hear this news, they’ll all envy Lady Cordelia.”
“Oh… right.”
Cordelia knew “Mage Association” referred to the Rofael Mage Association on the Wilas Archipelago, but beyond that, she knew nothing of this world—so she felt no excitement at all.
She felt only pure joy that she could finally learn magic.
“S-so… am I really your disciple now, my lord?”
“Master.”
“Huh?”
“Since we’ve formally completed the oath ritual, you must address me as ‘Master’ and serve me with utmost respect. Understood?”
“I’ve already been respectful—what more can I possibly do? Ah, fine! I’ll serve you. I said I’ll serve you!”
Leonard glared at her with eyes wide open.
Though she’d clearly become his disciple as payment for forgiveness, she felt as if she’d just received an immense favor.
When Cordelia pouted and grumbled, Leonard shouted in exasperation.
“Do you even realize people begged the Grand Duke of Lebiche to kneel for three days just to become my disciple?! Hah—forget it, forget it.”
“Yes, yes! I’ll serve you devotedly, Master.”
She gave a small, puffy-eyed smile.
Though everything had unfolded in a rather bewildering way, just as she’d planned, she had become Leonard Atirai’s disciple.
[This is the timeline separator]“Well done.”
The day after officially becoming Leonard’s disciple, Baron suddenly appeared. Emerging atop a water glass, he splashed droplets in his excitement as he spoke.
“I had no idea Lady Cordelia was such a brilliant actress.”
“Actress? What acting?”
“Your words to Lord Leonard yesterday! Didn’t I tell you? ‘To make a traveler remove his coat, use the sun, not the wind.’ You hadn’t come for days—he was absolutely restless!”
“Oh.”
Cordelia finally understood what Baron meant and shrugged her shoulders.
“That wasn’t acting. I was so furious I completely forgot the advice you gave me.”
“…Oh dear. If those words were sincere, you must have been truly heartbroken.”
“It’s fine. Actually, it worked out well. Now I can finally learn magic.”
Cordelia smiled faintly. Back then, she’d been so angry that she couldn’t see anything—not even Leonard.
She thought she’d been okay with it, but perhaps she hadn’t been—or maybe Leonard’s presence meant more to her than she’d realized.
Baron stepped out of the water glass and approached Cordelia. With a gentle smile, he said,
“Write it all down.”
“Write what?”
“The names of those who’ve insulted you, my lady. When we leave this estate, none of them will remain unscathed.”
“Thank you.”
Cordelia returned his kindness with a warm smile.
“But rather than seeking revenge for insults, I’d prefer to settle things fairly and leave. I just want to escape this wretched hell as quickly as possible.”
“I see.”
Baron looked disappointed but didn’t argue with her.
[This is the timeline separator]This was the magic Cordelia had imagined:
With a flick of her fingers, twinkling stardust would swirl around her; every time her skirt swayed, flowers would bloom across the fields.
But reality was not just cold—it was bone-chillingly harsh.
‘Can’t you even do that one thing?’
‘Why do you even have a head? Did you only need something to cover your neck?’
‘I told you not to write it down—do it in your head! How many times must I say it?’
‘Hah. So what if you can see mana flow? Your brain’s made of stone anyway.’
These were merely a fraction of the things she’d heard endlessly over just four days.
Sadly, while Leonard was a prodigy at learning, he was utterly hopeless at teaching.
“Ugh, just do it already! Do it!”
As a result, Cordelia’s own temperament was growing increasingly sharp. One of Leonard’s eyebrows arched upward.
“Ugh? ‘Ugh’ what? Are you going to start cursing at me someday?”
“Pardon? How could I ever dare insult my Master, who’s as lofty as the heavens?”
Cordelia quickly lowered her tone and flashed him a bright, innocent smile. Then she changed the subject.
“So… how did it happen to you?”
“How did what happen?”
“You—you’re so powerful, Master. How did your brother…?”
“That bastard isn’t my brother.”
Leonard cut her off sharply. Cordelia gave a light shrug.
“Right. So how did that guy get the better of you?”
“He used our dead mother as bait.”
“Huh?”
Leonard smirked grimly and sat down on the windowsill.
“That despicable wretch dug up Mother’s grave and took her bones.”
“Wow….”
Such unfilial, unthinkable cruelty. Cordelia’s mouth hung open as she hung onto his every word.
“And with those, he set a trap and killed me.”
The memory of that sharp metal piercing his body remained vivid. Leonard ground his teeth in fury.
“Just let me escape this place—I’ll tear that bastard into six pieces and feed him to dogs.”
“Ah… um… yes. Good luck with that.”
Cordelia replied dryly to his terrifying declaration.
Though their time together had been brief, judging by his foul disposition, she knew he absolutely meant every word.
“Tear him apart or feed him to dogs—do whatever you want, but only after you’ve fully recovered. You barely ate anything today either, right?”
“Don’t even mention that dog slop. Just thinking about it makes me sick.”
On top of everything, he was ridiculously picky—if meat carried even the slightest off-odor, he’d refuse to eat it, calling it “dog food.”
What a difficult Master to serve.
Cordelia clicked her tongue inwardly and sat at her desk to begin the lesson.
While tidying the cluttered surface, she found a thick document labeled .
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
_____
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.]
Fun chapter. The relationship between all of them is heartwarming.
Laughed out loud reading this, Lord Leonard is very jealous of the closeness of his own student and friend 😭
They are so cute together I can’t take it anymore <3 love the dynamic