Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“How are you feeling today?”
“A complete mess.”
He murmured with a sneer.
Due to lying in bed for so long, Craig found even the slightest movement extremely difficult.
The physician had called it a miracle that he could speak and move his upper body at all, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for this man.
“What about the task I gave you?”
“It’s done.”
“Hmph.”
He gave an arrogant nod.
No words of thanks or acknowledgment—just the casual expectation of a report from a subordinate.
This was yet another stark difference from the real Craig. Compared to his past self—frivolous and utterly lacking in grace—her conviction only grew stronger.
She sat down lightly on the chair and tossed out a few concerned remarks.
“You really should recover soon.”
“Even if this wretched body fully heals, it won’t make much difference. What’s the point of just having a pretty face?”
“Wasn’t that your greatest pride?”
Craig had always considered seducing women with his handsome face the sole joy in life.
“Of all things…”
He looked down at his hand with irritation and left the rest unsaid.
Somehow, Cordelia could guess what he’d swallowed back.
‘Of all bodies to end up in, it had to be this one—how infuriating.’
She smiled as gently as she could.
“Have you eaten?”
“You mean that garbage soup? To think they’d dare call that slop ‘cooking.’ Looks like everyone in this estate has lost their sense of taste.”
“Even if it doesn’t suit you, eat a little. You’ll get out of bed faster that way.”
Craig waved his hand dismissively, clearly annoyed.
“Never mind. Why did you come today?”
“I realized I hadn’t finished telling you about your past.”
“Oh, right. The past. Get on with it—quickly. I’m tired.”
Cordelia swallowed the saliva pooled in her mouth and slowly recited what she’d prepared.
Craig, his eyes closed, leaned back against the headboard.
“You first learned to read at the age of three.”
“Hmph? Smarter than I thought. Did I fall out of a tree at four?”
“And at five, you manifested your magical ability for the first time.”
“What? This body—no, I mean *me*?”
He couldn’t hide his astonishment—and for good reason. This wasn’t Craig’s past at all.
Cordelia calmly continued.
“By twelve, your teacher had already given up, saying there was nothing left to teach you.”
“……”
“At seventeen, you became the youngest-ever head of your house.”
Indeed—this was the past of Leonard, head of House Atirai of Baeksa.
His genius was so renowned that one hardly needed servants to confirm it.
“Truly an impressive past. More than enough to qualify you as head of House Atirai.”
The moment she finished speaking, Craig’s expression twisted into something terrifying.
Seeing that, Cordelia instantly knew her guess had been correct.
“Are you Maximilian’s agent?”
The suddenly charged air stung her skin like needles.
“Damn it. I never thought he’d reach this far.”
Craig—or rather, Leonard—tried desperately to sit up, but his unrecovered body simply couldn’t manage it.
Instead, he clenched his teeth and manipulated the magic in the air. Several threatening flames floated ominously around him.
Cordelia’s eyes widened in shock.
“How can you use magic when your body’s changed?”
“Just because this body’s useless doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to cast spells. I’ve still got enough power to kill you.”
He replied coldly. With a mere flick of his fingers, a fireball shot swiftly toward Cordelia.
She ducked just in time—only possible because she’d seen the trajectory of his magic.
Leonard’s eyes widened slightly.
“You dodged?”
“Wait! Let’s talk—just talk! Why assume I’m your enemy?”
“If you were on my side, you’d already be kneeling before me, revealing your identity.”
More threatening fireballs rained down after his words.
Cordelia barely avoided them, but the last one caught the hem of her dress, setting it alight.
“Kyaaah!”
“Who the hell are you? How can you possibly dodge my magic?”
“Well… because I can *see* it.”
“See it?”
“That’s also how I learned you were the head of Baeksa. When you threw the letter, I saw House Atirai’s crest.”
“Ha. Lies have their limits, you know.”
“It’s not a lie!”
She spoke urgently before Leonard could attempt another spell.
At this rate, she’d be dead before any negotiation even began.
“I’ve been able to see magic since I was a child. It’s the truth!”
“……See magic? Even sensing magic is rare—one in ten thousand, if that. Do you expect me to believe this?”
“Test me, then. I’ll identify whatever magical form you create.”
Leonard studied Cordelia with skeptical eyes.
Then, without warning, he gathered magic at his fingertips and shaped it into a form.
“Hmm. A deer.”
“……”
“A rabbit!”
“……”
“Oh… uh… what’s this? A goat?”
“It’s a sheep, not a goat.”
Surprisingly, her ability to ‘see’ appeared genuine. Leonard’s eyes twitched faintly.
Even he—the most powerful mage in the realm—didn’t possess such a talent.
After she correctly identified three in a row, even he had no choice but to admit it.
“Incredible. With such a talent, why haven’t you studied magic?”
“When I was young, I didn’t realize it was a gift, and later…”
At thirteen, after her mother’s death, her family’s fortunes collapsed rapidly.
They could barely pay the servants, and household items had to be sold off just to survive.
In such circumstances, learning magic—requiring vast sums of money—was utterly out of the question.
And even if money hadn’t been an issue, she wasn’t sure her father would’ve permitted her to study at all.
“There were… unavoidable circumstances.”
But she had no desire to spill sordid details of her past to a stranger. Cordelia brushed it off vaguely.
“Can you trust me a little now?”
“You’re really not Maximilian’s agent?”
“No. Maximilian would be your younger brother—the one who killed you, right?”
At her casually dropped question, Leonard’s guard shot back up.
Before another fireball could strike, Cordelia quickly added:
“The capital’s already buzzing with rumors.”
“What rumors?”
“That the head of House Atirai was murdered, and the culprit is likely his younger brother. Isn’t it true that Atirai’s second son has already petitioned the Assembly for succession?”
“Ha! Succession? By whose authority?”
“Exactly! Here you are, the rightful head of the house, wide awake and very much alive.”
Cordelia eagerly agreed.
“And think logically—if Maximilian had known you’d awaken in Craig’s body, would he have bribed me a year ago to marry Craig? That makes no sense.”
She argued earnestly.
Given that he’d asked who he was the moment he woke, Leonard clearly hadn’t foreseen awakening in Craig’s body either.
“So?”
“Yes?”
“What do you want from me—divorce?”
“Don’t you think your safety is worth far more than just a divorce?”
“……Hah.”
Throwing his own words back at him from days prior, Leonard irritably swept his bangs aside.
Cordelia swallowed hard, trying to relax her tense body.
Divorce—of course it mattered greatly to her.
But if he truly was Leonard Atirai, she could demand something far sweeter than divorce. Signing divorce papers could wait anytime.
“Anyway, we already made a deal—you promised I’d help you four more times. Four letters aren’t worth the risk. I’d like to add one more condition.”
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing much. Just… symbiosis. Symbiosis.”
“Symbiosis? You only form symbiosis with someone you can trust. Why should I trust you?”
“Didn’t you send that letter precisely because you *do* trust me?”
Cordelia blinked her large, round eyes.
Leonard couldn’t understand why the servants pitied her as “that poor, innocent young mistress.”
She was astonishingly calculating—bolder and colder than anyone he’d ever known.
It was as if she’d known all along he’d awaken in Craig’s body.
And that made her all the more untrustworthy.
“Did sending a letter really require great trust? Frankly, killing you here and silencing you would be far easier.”
“……Of course, that’s an option too.”
‘What is this guy? He’s terrifyingly ruthless.’
He spoke so calmly, as if crushing an insect, sending chills down her spine. Cordelia crossed her legs, forcing herself to appear calm.
“But do you have anyone in this estate you can actually trust?”
“……”
“In that wretched body, your movements must be severely limited too.”
“……”
“Isn’t that partly why you haven’t left this mansion yet?”
Last night, Cordelia had stayed up nearly the whole night searching for the most plausible explanation.
If he truly was the head of House Atirai, why had he entered Craig’s body, and why remain here?
No matter how hard she thought, there was only one answer.
This man clearly couldn’t act recklessly without outside help—which was why he’d entrusted even that crucial letter to her.
“In this harsh and difficult world, it’s hard to go it alone. Let’s do it together—you and me.”
She smiled faintly, adopting the most relaxed tone she could manage.
“That sounds suspiciously like you’re offering to help me.”
“That’s right. I’ll support you wholeheartedly—materially and emotionally—until you safely return to Atirai. Though I draw the line at anything that puts my life in serious danger.”
“Quite generous of you. Fine.”
Despite his words, Leonard’s smile remained sharp as a beast’s.
“What’s your condition?”
‘Good. Just like this.’
Cordelia suppressed the urge to cheer, carefully steadying her trembling lips.
“I only want one thing.”
“And that is?”
“I want to become your disciple.”
“Your disciple? You want to learn magic? *You*?”
He looked her up and down with extreme arrogance.
“Just because you can ‘see’ magic a bit, you think magic is child’s play? It’s difficult even for those who start training from the cradle.”
“You haven’t even tried teaching me yet.”
It stung to be dismissed without even being given a chance. She shot back immediately, and Leonard scoffed.
“If I taught you, are you confident you could keep up?”
“I may not look it, but I was called a prodigy when I was young.”
“Oh, really? A prodigy? From some backwater village, I presume?”
He openly mocked her, lifting one corner of his mouth. Annoyed but holding back, Cordelia kept her composure.
“If I become your disciple, I’ll study more diligently than anyone. I truly mean it.”
“But why learn magic at all? Starting at your age, you’ll achieve far less than others.”
“…Actually… my father—he’s very unwell.”
She secretly pinched her thigh, straining to force out tears.
Fortunately, a single tear gathered in her right eye.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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