Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
She sat beside the bed and kindly recited to me his wild past—the one I already knew.
The longer the story of his past went on, the deeper the furrows grew between Craig’s brows.
“Good heavens. It’s truly a complete mess, isn’t it?”
“Oh, and this is something I heard from someone else—there were rumors that you already had an illegitimate child at fifteen…”
“That’s enough for today.”
“But the most interesting part is yet to come.”
“No. Hearing more would just dirty my ears.”
It was an excessively harsh way to describe my own past.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed cold sweat beading on Craig’s forehead.
Only then did I recall that this man had woken from a prolonged coma just a day ago.
“You seem tired. Rest. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Wait.”
Cordelia, about to exit the room, halted at his call and turned around.
“I’ve… got a favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
Craig spoke with an awkward expression—as unnatural as if he were uttering the word “favor” for the very first time.
“It’s simple. Just deliver a letter.”
“What kind of letter?”
“You don’t need to know the contents. Just do as I say.”
Even though he was the one asking for a favor, his tone remained domineering as ever. Naturally, it stung.
‘Honestly, where was this “favor” when you were throwing divorce papers at me? Now you come asking?’
Cordelia crossed her arms over her waist and let out a mocking laugh.
“Oh, really? Well, since you clearly don’t care about my circumstances either, go ahead and handle it yourself.”
“What? You dare—”
Flushed with anger—as if her sarcasm were a grave insult—Craig’s reaction was almost comical, as though he’d never been refused anything in his life.
“Given that your mind’s a blank slate, you probably don’t realize this: if you want to send a letter, just call a servant. You’ve still got the strength to pull the bell rope, right?”
“Ever since I opened my eyes, no one except the servants has bothered to ask after me. I suppose that means I’m of no use to anyone as long as I might lose my title at any moment. But what if, in this state, the supposedly witless earl sends a letter to someone? If I were in their shoes, I’d intercept it and check its contents first.”
“…Did it ever occur to you that I might be the one to intercept your letter?”
“The moment you came running with divorce papers as soon as your husband woke up tells me you’ve got no allies in this household and are desperate just to escape.”
He replied indifferently. His assessment was so accurate that Cordelia was momentarily speechless.
At this point, she even began to wonder whether someone had taken over Craig’s body.
Her eyes suddenly fell on the document in her hand. Figuring she had nothing to lose, Cordelia decided to test him.
“Then I’ll deliver your letter—but sign this first.”
She pulled out a divorce confirmation form. Craig let out an exasperated chuckle.
“Exchanging a single letter for a divorce? Doesn’t seem like a fair trade, does it?”
“If you don’t like it, fine.”
After all, he was the one in need. Cordelia stood up without hesitation.
Predictably, Craig stopped her just a few steps away.
“You must really be eager to divorce me.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Go ahead.”
“You’re right. I married into the Abrams family for money, and this past year of marriage has been hell for me.”
“…”
“You don’t even know who I am, and you clearly feel nothing for me. Why not just let me go?”
Since deception had failed, it was time to appeal to his emotions. Cordelia looked at him with earnest longing.
Craig remained silent for a while, then reached out and took the document.
“Here’s how we’ll do it.”
“How?”
“If you deliver the letter, I’ll sign my first initial.”
“Just the first initial?”
Craig’s name consisted of five letters in Erche script.
That meant she’d have to fulfill his request four more times afterward.
“I’d say that’s already quite a concession on my part.”
“…Fine.”
Cordelia reluctantly nodded. It was better than walking away with nothing at all.
“But no unreasonable requests. I’ll only do what’s within my ability.”
“Agreed.”
Afraid he might change his mind, she hurried to fetch a quill.
Without a word, Craig wrote his first initial in the signature space. When Cordelia received the document and saw the signature, she blinked in surprise.
“Huh? Your handwriting’s different from before.”
It was nothing like the signature on their wedding vows. She remembered it clearly—back then, it had been a complete mess—but now his penmanship was fluid and elegant.
“I suppose that confirms just how bad our relationship really was. This is my natural handwriting.”
Craig stated it shamelessly. Cordelia tilted her head, puzzled, but had no grounds to argue—it was, after all, the first and last time she’d paid close attention to his handwriting.
He pulled a sheet of paper, folded in half, from his inner pocket. It wasn’t even sealed, let alone placed in an envelope.
“What about the seal?”
“It’s not needed.”
“Well, if you say so. Oh, and who should I send it to?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Then how am I supposed to send it?”
His curt tone made this amnesiac Craig seem even more insufferable than before. Irritated, she pressed him again, and he simply shrugged lightly.
“Just do exactly as I tell you.”
[This is the timeline separator]“Huff… what… a letter… huff.”
Only upon reaching the watchtower did Cordelia remove the thick cloak she’d used to conceal herself.
She was breathless from climbing the steep stairs. Only after her pounding heart fully calmed did she take in her surroundings.
The dim watchtower was so dark that identifying objects was difficult. She’d nearly been in trouble for not bringing a lantern.
“He did say just to throw it, didn’t he?”
Leaning against the parapet, Cordelia hesitated briefly.
Her conversation with Craig earlier that day flashed through her mind.
“Tonight, go to the highest watchtower of the castle and throw the letter.”
“What? You mean just drop it on the ground?”
“I didn’t say ‘drop it.’ Never mind. Just do as I tell you.”
It was a baffling request. She checked carefully to ensure no one else was around.
If he hadn’t even sealed it, surely he didn’t mind if she looked?
Yet when she peeked inside, the letter was written in a cipher she couldn’t understand.
“What on earth…?”
Suspicion began to gnaw at her.
Was he truly suffering from amnesia—or merely pretending? And more fundamentally: was he even really Craig?
How could someone who didn’t even remember his own name immediately send a coded letter to someone upon waking?
She strongly suspected he was hiding something—but had no tangible proof.
“Do I really just toss it?”
The method of delivery seemed bizarre, but it wasn’t her letter anyway.
After a brief pause, Cordelia released the letter into the air. Naturally, the paper fluttered down toward the ground.
At that moment—
The instant the letter left her hand, flames erupted from it, and it began forming a shape of its own.
The hazy outline gradually sharpened into a clear image.
“That’s—!”
Startled, Cordelia leaned far over the edge of the watchtower. Moments later, the silvery shape dissolved like stardust, vanishing without a trace.
Though it lasted only seconds, the silvery emblem was unmistakably one she knew well.
“The White Serpent…”
It was the sigil of the White Serpent Atirai—one of the Sacred Eight Houses and the most powerful among them.
And within the house, only the head of the family was permitted to bear that emblem.
“Why would the Atirais be involved here? Did Craig have ties to that house?”
Her thoughts grew tangled.
Her husband, who’d been comatose, wakes up and casts magic that conjures the Atirai sigil?
Even a stray dog wouldn’t believe such a tale.
“The White Serpent… yes, the White Serpent.”
To an ordinary person, what had just happened would have seemed like nothing more than a flicker of light.
Only because of her unique “ability” had Cordelia recognized it at all.
“Now that I think about it, his personality, mannerisms, and speech—all of it’s been strange.”
The White Serpent Atirai and Craig Abrams.
Two seemingly unrelated elements now linked by a single thread.
Clearly, there was something she didn’t know—but what exactly, she couldn’t discern.
Cordelia stared for a long while at the sky where the White Serpent’s phantom had vanished, then descended from the watchtower.
[This is the timeline separator]“Is all this true?”
“Yes. Everyone’s keeping quiet, but it seems the head of the house really is dead.”
The next day, Cordelia instructed Emily to gather news about the White Serpent Atirai.
The report her maid brought back days later was unexpected.
“What about the cause?”
“Officially, it’s being called an accident—but no one believes it.”
Indeed, the head of the Atirai house was rumored to be an immensely powerful mage. The idea that such a person died in a mere accident sounded implausible to anyone. Emily added in a hushed voice:
“There are rampant rumors that the second son murdered him to claim the position.”
“Hmm?”
“They’ve already petitioned the Council for title succession—even before the head’s funeral has been held.”
The Council was the assembly of the era’s most powerful nobles, serving as the highest decision-making body. It held trials for disputes among nobles that couldn’t be resolved privately and granted official recognition for noble title successions.
Hearing Emily’s words, Cordelia’s eyes glinted quietly. She handed the maid a purse of coins.
“Well done. If you hear any new information about the Atirais, come tell me immediately.”
“Thank you, young mistress.”
Emily bowed deeply and left the room.
Cordelia sat at the tea table, tapping her fingers lightly against its surface.
Even someone as sheltered as she was had heard rumors about the current head of the Atirai house.
The Iron-Blooded Mage—the most powerful in the land of Erche.
Leonard Atirai.
Endowed with the strongest magical talent in Atirai history, Leonard had displayed genius from a young age and became head of the house early in life.
Now this man is said to have been killed over succession rights—and Craig, risen from death, conjures the Atirai sigil?
No matter how she thought about it, only one logical conclusion remained.
‘The person currently in Craig’s body is Leonard Atirai.’
The question of “how” lingered—but Leonard was a grand mage. It wouldn’t surprise her if he knew a secret or two about mystical magic she didn’t understand.
“I’ll find out for sure.”
If her suspicion was correct, she could accelerate her escape plan significantly.
Unable to sit still, she paced near her desk, her heart racing.
She tried her best to calm her excitement and assess the situation rationally.
After all, it was possible that Leonard truly resided within Craig—or that the letter was merely a coincidence.
Only after gathering more information did she finally go to see Craig.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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