Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“I won’t ask you to teach me magic.”
“Then what?”
“Just keep me company while I’m here. Talking to you at least makes me feel human.”
It wasn’t said to evoke sympathy. Cordelia shrugged her shoulders and spoke casually.
It was the first time she’d ever held an equal conversation with someone in this household.
Her mother-in-law treated her like a loathsome insect, and to her husband, Cordelia was merely a dull, stiff woman.
Leonard suddenly muttered a curse under his breath. Cordelia flinched at the sound.
He irritably ran a hand through the back of his hair, then flicked his index finger.
“You, come here.”
“Why?”
“Give me your hand.”
His tone sounded just like a thug demanding money. She blinked her large green eyes and cautiously held out both hands.
Leonard lightly tapped the back of Cordelia’s burned hand.
A soft, radiant glow enveloped her hand. When the light faded, the red, inflamed skin had returned to normal, as if it had never been injured.
“Huh? That’s amazing. It doesn’t hurt at all now.”
“Now go.”
“But dinner… Fine. I’ll go. I’ll leave—just relax your eyes already.”
Leonard glared at her, his brow furrowed deeply. Cordelia had no choice but to stand up.
She grasped the doorknob and glanced back.
“Um…”
“I told you to go.”
“Thank you for healing my hand.”
She waved her now-uninjured hand and left the room.
Leonard stared at the closed door long after Cordelia had gone, unable to look away.
“Is she stupid or just naïve? Does she really not know who burned her hand?”
“Are you really the one to ask that?”
A stranger’s sigh echoed through the otherwise empty room.
Leonard wasn’t startled. Instead, he threw the water glass beside him onto the floor.
Something astonishing happened.
The droplets landing on the carpet squirmed and formed a tiny shape, quickly coalescing into the wrinkled face of an old man.
“Have you finished everything I asked you to do?”
“Yes, yes. Whose orders do you think I follow?”
“Hmph. You’ve regained your nerve, I see. Two days ago, you were clinging to my trousers, wailing like a child.”
“Well, it’s natural for the elderly to be tearful, my lord.”
The old man spoke with shameless nonchalance. Leonard snorted dismissively.
“Enough of that. Report—has the coffin been confirmed?”
“Yes. Your body hasn’t been found anywhere. Because of that, the Atirai family remains divided—after all, they can’t hold a funeral without a corpse.”
“Naturally. No one truly believes I’m actually dead.”
“But Lamyu has fully turned against you. Demirucel has recently been contacting Maximilian frequently—it seems he’s hedging his bets.”
“Damn traitors. I never expected anything from Lamyu, but to think Demirucel would betray me so quickly?”
“Indeed.”
“These ungrateful vermin. When I return, I’ll wipe them all out.”
Leonard ground his teeth and etched the names of every turncoat into his bones.
His eyes burned with vengeance, filled with infernal rage.
“At least Beluce and Lord Gasil are standing firm, refusing to recognize Maximilian as the new head.”
“Hmph. Of course—they once offered me their very hearts.”
He spoke as if it were nothing, but a flicker of relief crossed Leonard’s face. Even he would have been in serious trouble if all his subordinates had abandoned him.
Though the situation left a bitter taste in his mouth, this turn of events was for the better—it would reveal who truly stood by him.
“Ahem. And don’t forget me! Baron Langsha, the very symbol of loyalty and unwavering integrity—I am always prepared to lay down my life for you.”
“Yes. How utterly dependable.”
The Baron beamed, eyes gleaming as he puffed out his chest. Leonard, however, looked unimpressed.
“When do you plan to inform Beluce and the others of your survival?”
“Not yet. Maximilian isn’t foolish—he’s certainly placed spies on you and everyone else who served under me.”
“You’re right. I’ve already noticed a few rat-like tails trailing me.”
“Then be careful coming here. Focus on finding my body quickly. I was attacked by Maximilian in the Valley of Elation—my corpse must be somewhere nearby.”
“I’ve already deployed every available person into search parties.”
“Join them yourself.”
“Yes. I’ll depart for the Valley of Elation tonight.”
Who found Leonard’s body first would be decisive.
If Maximilian got his hands on it, Leonard might never reclaim his own body again. The very thought sent chills down his spine.
“By the way—what about the Abrams family?”
“Here it is. The state of affairs in that household is an utter mess.”
Despite his polite tone, the Baron’s words were rough. Leonard’s lips twisted as he skimmed the report.
“Disgraceful. If we just leave them alone, they’ll destroy themselves.”
“Yes. Helena Abrams and her younger brother started siphoning funds the moment the previous viscount died. They’ve even accepted bribes from merchants and sold off tax collection rights. And if you look at the next page…”
“What? Is that woman seriously summoning servants behind closed doors for filthy acts?”
“Yes. And it’s not just her—other retainers are also embezzling. Honestly, it’s a miracle the family still functions at all.”
The report, stained with countless instances of corruption, ran dozens of pages long. Leonard read it all in one go, then shrugged.
“This actually works out well. Maximilian would never imagine I’m alive—so I’ll pose as the viscount and use this family to my advantage.”
“That does seem like the best course.”
The Baron carefully gauged his master’s mood before speaking again.
“About that… my lord… the viscountess who just left.”
“Who? Oh—Cordelia Vasquez?”
“Yes.”
“What about her?”
“Wouldn’t it be wise to bring her to our side? She seems quite clever.”
“What? Are you mad?”
“I can’t stay by your side constantly. You’re not well, and I worry something might happen when I’m not around…”
Before the old retainer could finish, Leonard cut him off sharply.
“Nonsense. Even weakened, I can still protect myself. And why should I trust a woman whose true nature I can’t verify?”
“She doesn’t seem to be one of them. I checked her past thoroughly—there’s absolutely no connection to Maximilian.”
“You might just not have found it yet.”
“I suppose that’s possible…”
The Baron reluctantly conceded. Though Leonard’s suspicion was excessive at times, he’d often been right.
Leonard stared fixedly at the door through which she’d left and said,
“I heard she can see mana.”
“Who?”
“That woman—Cordelia Vasquez.”
The moment the words left his lips, the Baron’s eyes bulged in shock. He grew visibly excited and raised his voice.
“Is that true? Even Grand Magician Rachel can only sense mana, not actually see it! Good heavens—if it’s true, the Ropheal Mage Association, no, the entire Wilas Archipelago would be thrown into chaos!”
“Yes, exactly—it’s that significant. But is it really just coincidence? Of all people, I awaken in Craig Abrams’s body, and his wife just happens to possess such an extraordinary talent—and even claims she wants to become my disciple?”
Only then did the Baron understand the depth of Leonard’s suspicion. Even if he’d met Cordelia randomly on the street, he’d have doubted her—but under these circumstances?
Still, the Baron thought differently.
“Do you suspect someone deliberately arranged this situation?”
“Perhaps.”
“With all due respect, how? Could anyone have possibly foreseen a year ago that you’d awaken in this body—and then arranged a marriage to a woman who can see mana?”
“…”
Rarely at a loss for words, Leonard fell silent, unable to refute the Baron’s point.
“There’s no such thing as coincidence to a mage. There is only…”
“…an unchangeable fate.”
Leonard finished the old mage’s proverb, completing the saying himself.
“Even if all this were fate, I won’t accept a disciple I can’t trust.”
The Baron wanted to say something more in response to Leonard’s firm resolve—but held his tongue as his master waved a dismissive hand, clearly annoyed.
“Stop talking nonsense and bring me food. The meals in this castle reek so badly I can’t even bring myself to eat.”
“Oh dear! Surely you haven’t skipped even one meal? You could’ve just pinched your nose and eaten. I must’ve spoiled you too much, my lord—your tastes have grown far too refined!”
“Spoiled? Who spoiled me? Stop chattering and just serve the food.”
“Oh my aching bones! Serving meals to my lord in my old age is exhausting. So exhausting.”
The water figure forming the Baron gradually turned opaque, then fully solidified into a human shape.
He cleared the tray Cordelia had left behind and neatly arranged the new dishes.
Normally, Leonard would’ve complained about the soup being cold or too salty—but apparently famished, he ate in silence, focused solely on his meal.
The Baron watched him with a conflicted expression, finding the sight both amusing and pitiful.
“My lord.”
“What.”
The first time he’d heard the news of Leonard’s death, clichéd as it sounded, he’d felt as if the sky had collapsed.
It was as if a dagger had been plunged into his heart and twisted—breath itself became impossible.
He hadn’t immediately followed his lord in death only because he hadn’t yet found the body. He’d planned to send off his master properly with his own hands—then die before him.
But one day, a miracle arrived—a letter bearing the Atirai crest, sent by Leonard himself.
He couldn’t remember how long he’d wept, clutching that letter.
“Why must an old fool like me ruin your appetite with all this sniveling?”
“I’m just… so relieved, so relieved you’re alive. Truly…”
Overwhelmed by emotion, the Baron knelt before him, tears streaming down his face.
Leonard set down his utensils and stood before the sobbing old man, who cried like a child.
“Baron. Remember this.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll stand right beside me when I reclaim my place. Until then, stay silent. That day will come soon.”
“…Yes, my lord. I’ll trust you and wait.”
Wiping his tears, the Baron smiled so widely his wrinkled eyes nearly disappeared.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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