Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Yet despite her fervent prayers, Craig’s breath still clung to life the next day—and the day after that.
It was a repetition as monotonous as a hamster wheel.
That is, unless she hadn’t seen his fingers twitch ever so slightly.
“Huh?”
Cordelia rubbed her eyes, unable to believe what she’d just seen.
“What’s wrong?”
“His finger. Did you just see it? His finger moved.”
“I’m not sure.”
The maidservant looked at Craig’s hand with a skeptical expression. True to the saying, his fingers remained utterly still.
“I must’ve imagined it.”
“When you want something badly enough, your eyes can play tricks on you.”
Emily chuckled and brushed it off as if it were nothing.
But the next day, Cordelia witnessed Craig’s fingers move once again. Unfortunately, the maid had gone to fetch water, leaving Cordelia as the sole witness.
Startled, Cordelia quickly rushed to his side.
“Craig?”
“Ugh…”
He even let out a groan. Joy and disappointment surged within her at the sight of him awakening…
No—disappointment was far stronger. Truly, his lifeline was stubbornly tenacious.
Still, Cordelia concealed her disappointment and mimicked the demeanor of a dutiful wife.
“Craig, are you awake?”
“Kuh…”
After several pained groans, Craig barely managed to open his eyes. Focus gradually returned to his once-clouded pupils.
“…Dee?”
“Yes?”
“Wh—ugh—where am I?”
“This is the main manor. Do you realize you’ve been unconscious for over five months? Never mind that—I’ll call a physician at once.”
Cordelia reached for the summoning cord, but her arm froze stiffly at his next question.
“What’s my name?”
“What did you say?”
“What’s my name?”
[This is the timeline separator]When Helena heard the news that Craig Abrams, who had miraculously awakened after five months, had become an idiot who couldn’t even recall his own name, she screamed.
“This is absurd!”
She immediately summoned five renowned physicians from the nearby area, but they all shook their heads.
“We’re sorry. Such cases are beyond even our understanding…”
“Fix him back to how he was right now!”
“We truly apologize, Lady Countess.”
The physicians bowed their heads deeply, flustered and helpless. Helena paced anxiously around the sofa.
“No, absolutely not. If this continues, someone else will seize our house. Do they have any idea what I’ve built up!”
Though she ordered the servants to keep it quiet, rumors of Craig’s condition had already begun to spread.
For those who’d been eyeing the position of house head since Craig’s collapse, this was welcome news—after all, no one could accept an imbecile as their lord.
Once word got out, every cousin—second, third, or any blood relative of the Abrams line—would undoubtedly step forward, claiming themselves the rightful heir to the earldom.
If that happened, Helena, as his stepmother, would be left dangling like a kite with a severed string, cast out of the manor without a single coin to her name.
Meanwhile, Cordelia’s eyes sparkled upon hearing the physician’s diagnosis.
“An imbecile? An imbecile!”
It seemed the heavens hadn’t abandoned her entirely. The moment she heard the doctor’s words, a way out of this wretched hell flashed into her mind.
“My Lady, let me speak with Craig.”
“What? You?”
“Yes. We’re husband and wife, after all. If I recount our past together often enough, his memories might return.”
“Oh, that’s actually quite plausible, Lady Countess.”
Fortunately, one of the physicians supported Cordelia.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have spared her a glance, but Helena was in no position to be picky now.
“Fine. It seems such efforts can indeed help.”
Helena’s face brightened visibly. She gave Cordelia strict instructions.
“Do it as quickly as possible. Those vultures won’t stay idle.”
“Don’t worry.”
Cordelia smiled sweetly and left the room, heading swiftly to her own chamber.
“Where is it? I’m sure I hid it somewhere around here.”
She frantically rummaged through every drawer, searching for the item she’d carefully concealed.
“Ah, found it!”
The crumpled parchment scroll emitted a musty, long-forgotten odor.
[Divorce Declaration of Intent]It was fortunate she’d secured a copy just in case.
The only blank space left was where her husband’s signature belonged.
Smirking, she grabbed it and hurried to Craig’s bedroom.
‘It would’ve been better if he’d died, but becoming an imbecile isn’t so bad either.’
If she could gently coax him into signing this document while he remembered nothing, she’d secure a substantial alimony payment—and her freedom.
Perhaps then, her long-held dream of opening a small shop could finally come true.
Cradling the document close to her chest, Cordelia entered Craig’s room.
The maidservant on duty bowed deeply upon seeing Cordelia and quietly exited.
“How are you feeling?”
Cordelia sat beside his bed, smiling as kindly as she could.
“Terrible.”
Craig glared at his own limp body with disgust and muttered.
“But I’m so happy you’ve awakened. Every morning, I prayed to the dawn stars: ‘Please, let him rise again…’”
“Your name.”
“Yes?”
“What’s your name?”
Craig cut her off with unexpected coldness.
Cordelia, who had just lied without a hint of guilt, immediately adopted an apologetic expression.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I forgot you aren’t fully yourself yet. My name is Cordelia—I’m your wife.”
“Your maiden name?”
“Vasquez.”
“Vasquez. Hah—pearls on a pig’s neck.”
He sneered, sizing her up from head to toe. His gaze felt less like desire and more like he was appraising an object.
‘He’s completely changed since coming back from the brink of death.’
This wasn’t the Craig she remembered. His tone felt strangely foreign, but Cordelia dismissed it as unimportant.
“Where exactly is the Abrams main manor?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, in which region is this manor located? Never mind—since it’s buried in some backwater, you probably wouldn’t know the name anyway. Instead, name the eight nearest noble houses.”
“It’s situated between Vasquez and Hilarest territories—closer to Hilarest, if anything.”
“Hilarest. That’s somewhat fortunate.”
He murmured under his breath—not so softly that Cordelia, seated beside him, couldn’t hear. She asked,
“What’s fortunate about it?”
“It’s none of your concern. Why did you come to see me?”
“Why? Must there always be a reason? We’re husband and wife.”
“We didn’t seem like a particularly harmonious couple.”
“…Why would you think that?”
Cordelia kept her smile light as she asked.
Craig haughtily gestured toward her with his chin.
“You weren’t glad when I woke up—you were disappointed. And you didn’t even visit me for an entire day.”
“Well…”
“Your husband was unconscious for five months.”
“Oh, disappointed? Don’t be silly. I was just so shocked… And I didn’t come yesterday because I didn’t want to tire you.”
He was far too sharp.
Cordelia began to doubt whether he was truly an imbecile.
The man who couldn’t recall his own name was now making such perceptive observations.
“I despise wasting time. Spare me your excuses and tell me why you’re really here.”
“Well… actually…”
She pulled out the divorce declaration as naturally as possible.
“I came to finish the conversation we never got to complete.”
“And what’s this?”
“Craig, I’m sorry to show you this the moment you wake up, but…”
She carefully lowered her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth to look pitiful.
“You wanted to settle this before you collapsed—and so did I.”
“Divorce?”
“Yes. You understand—or maybe you don’t—but you had someone you loved besides me: Miss Alicia and Miss Elizabeth. You were deeply in love with both. If you wish, I can summon either of them immediately.”
“Ha.”
Craig smirked, lifting only one corner of his mouth. It was unclear whom his mockery was aimed at.
Unfazed, Cordelia held out the divorce document.
If examined closely, every clause favored only her.
“You said you wanted to take one of them as your wife. It hurt, but what could I do when you claimed to love them? We agreed to part cleanly. Just sign here at the bottom.”
“You’re full of schemes.”
“Excuse me?”
Craig snatched the document from her hand and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed—an exceedingly rude gesture.
Cordelia frowned and glared at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“So you really believe that because I can’t remember anything, I’ve turned into a complete imbecile?”
His sharp intensity forced Cordelia to swallow her anger and take a steadying breath.
“From what I’ve heard from the servants, our marriage was terrible. Now that your husband’s an idiot, you saw your chance and brought divorce papers.”
“…You also found married life with me difficult.”
“The Abrams—a family of upstart merchants—knew exactly why they married into the Vasquez line. Since when did marriage require love?”
“What…”
“And do you really think the Abrams would let you go so easily? They must’ve spent a fortune just to buy Vasquez blood.”
“Who even are you?”
Cordelia felt a chill crawl up her spine. She instinctively stepped backward.
This wasn’t just a change in personality. He spoke like an entirely different person.
His mannerisms, tone, and even his way of thinking were so utterly alien that he no longer resembled the Craig Abrams she knew—but a stranger.
“What do you mean? I’m your husband.”
For the first time, Craig smiled at her. His smooth face sent a serpent-like shiver down her spine.
“Instead of offering divorce papers to a husband who’s just awakened after eight months, why don’t you tell me about my past?”
He ordered her with unnerving naturalness. Overwhelmed by his presence, Cordelia hesitantly sat back down beside his bed.
‘What on earth is going on?’
She’d assumed that since he was an imbecile, she could simply flatter him into signing—but the situation had taken a strange turn.
Cordelia picked up the fallen divorce declaration, pretending nothing was amiss.
Time was on her side. Patience had been her companion since childhood.
“Then let’s discuss divorce after you’ve recovered. You want to know your past?”
“Yes. I’ve heard bits from the servants, but you, as my wife, would know better.”
“Well… we were only married a year.”
“Just tell me whatever you know.”
He spoke coldly.
She was slightly afraid his memories might actually return and wanted to refuse, but if Helena ever heard of it, things would become even more complicated.
‘First, I need to figure out just how much he actually remembers.’
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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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