Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 98: [] Mother’s Necklace

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I remembered the first time I met 'An'.

A letter asking me to meet in our secret garden, where I played with Cowan.

That day, too, I could hear the music from Atilchard Hall from afar, and it was the dead of winter.

"Adrien... is that you? Adrien!"

Again, this man was standing in front of me.

Noevian stopped at the entrance of the garden and strode towards me. His dark shadow loomed over me.

I looked at his thin, trembling hands, and then slowly raised my head.

Beneath his dry eyes, a deep ripple formed.

"You... came to see me. Me."

"Yes."

His face, cleanly shaven for his audience with the Emperor, had a rather sharp chin.

It was the thinnest, least attractive face I'd seen of him in years, but he was still handsome. It didn't affect me though.

"I've always, always wanted this chance. Even if it sounds like an excuse, I have to say what I have to say."

"No, don't."

My sudden outburst stopped him in his tracks.

"Especially if it's about you loving me."

Unable to hide his surprise at my firmness, he moved like a broken clock.

"Why, why? Adrien, you have to listen. You have to know the truth. You have to know how much I love you and want you."

"I don't want to hear your pathetic love story."

His face, which had been filled with emotion, grew increasingly agitated at my indifferent response.

His pale face turned red, and his hands trembled as if he wanted to grab my shoulders and shake me.

"You're mistaken. I didn't wait for you here to see your withered face."

"..."

"Give it to me."

From a distance of only a step, I reached out my hand.

"Give me my mother's necklace."

Ah. The face I had always wanted to see again was horribly distorted in front of me.

It was an expression that gave me a very unpleasant thrill as it brought him down.

Because I knew Noevian Trovika so well, I immediately understood the meaning of that expression.

Seeing me mention my mother's necklace, he had undoubtedly dispelled the last doubt he had, the doubt that perhaps...

The last doubt about this absurd situation where Adrien Pirata was in the body of Blye Acacia.

Veins bulged and disappeared on Noevian's long neck. Soon, his cold hand landed on my hand instead of the necklace, and he pulled me towards him.

"Adrien!"

I found myself in his arms. The moment my body collided with his, the unhealed side of my body throbbed in pain.

"Adrien, Adrien, don't leave me. I love you. A world without you is hell."

His cold breath fell on my crown, my earlobes, my ear, and then my neck.

Even though his body was noticeably thinner than before, I could never withstand the strength of a man who had once been so dedicated to training.

Just as his parched lips were about to trace from his chin to my lips, I slapped him hard across the cheek.

Since it was more of a push than a slap, it made a 'thwack' sound instead of a 'slap'.

Instead of avoiding me, as if he had regained his senses for a moment, I disheveled his already rumpled collar, grabbing it as if it were his neck, my face full of contempt.

'There's no necklace.'

Even though I had messed up his clothes so much that his bare chest was completely exposed, there was nothing hanging from his neck.

The thought that a man who would come to this garden today might be wearing my mother's necklace shattered into pieces.

"...Do you know?"

Feeling as if the necklace I had almost grasped in my hand had turned to ash and disappeared, I gripped his collar tightly as if holding onto the nonexistent necklace.

"You're so useless."

His wounded expression at my sarcastic remark only made me angrier.

Filled with rage, I pushed him away, who had been standing there blankly.

"If you won't tell me where the necklace is, get out."

A fleeting gleam of something strange flashed in Noevian's eyes, who had been pushed away so easily.

"I don't want to."

"Don't ever appear in front of me again without the necklace."

"I was serious."

He grabbed my wrist, which I was trying to pull away, and held me close to his chest.

"It might have started as a lie, but I was serious! It was love! I still love you. Even now, every day... every day..."

And he hugged me much tighter than before, pressing his rough lips against my bare shoulder.

"Every day, I'm going crazy thinking about you."

His breath scattered across my skin as he gently bit my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

"I promised to make you happy, and I gave you a happiness that you could never get from Roardnes, things like stability and respectful gazes. I'm a man who keeps his promises. I can make you happy."

"Let go!"

Noevian finally broke down.

His dry face quickly became wet, and he knelt on the grass, hugging my legs, begging.

"Love me again, please. Choose me. Leave Roardnes. Come to me. Please. I can't live without you, Adrien, Adrien..."

Tears poured endlessly from his eyes, filled with regret, despair, frustration, and madness. A strong force bound my legs.

I felt myself being drawn into those eyes filled with bottomless despair.

Just as I was about to reach for the dagger in my bosom...

"...Uncle, what is this?"

Crown Prince Bardenal appeared, his clothes disheveled and reeking of alcohol.

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The reason why Bardenaldo had to get drunk was very simple.

"Since you're not the main guest at the party, please behave yourself and go to the Crown Princess's chambers today."

It was because of the sudden announcement of Doris's wedding night, which I had been expecting.

Doris, seeing Blye smiling triumphantly, was furious. She started to vent her anger on Bardenaldo, brooding over the indifference of people who didn't care about her at all.

The drinking, which started at Doris's relentless urging, got out of hand, causing him, who always maintained a proper appearance, to stumble for a moment.

And strangely, he felt a fever rising in his body.

Empress Grace, who had been entertaining more guests than the Emperor, looked at the Crown Prince couple with concern.

"Your Majesty, your son doesn't seem to be feeling well."

"Oh, it seems like your son is having more fun at the party for the Emperor."

Taking advantage of the Emperor's absence to meet Noevian Trovika, Doris affectionately escorted the Crown Prince to her bedroom.

It was so natural that it seemed as if she had planned for this day from the beginning. Doris had dismissed all the palace guards and even the attendants who were guarding the surroundings.

Slap!

She slapped the drunken Crown Prince hard across the cheek. She pushed Bardenaldo, who was blankly holding his cheek, onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think you could have become the Crown Prince if it weren't for me? What are you so confident about? Huh?"

Bardenaldo was already drunk on the drugged wine and was complaining of the heat.

Since he had thrown off his uniform jacket as soon as he entered the bedroom, the remaining shirt buttons were quickly undone by Doris's hands.

Doris hysterically threw off her clothes. She took off the petticoat that had puffed up her skirt, and threw her hair ornaments on the marble floor.

The black hair she had dyed to imitate Blye Acacia cascaded down.

As the tiara clattered to the floor, Bardenaldo's gaze followed it and landed on Doris, who was nearly naked.

And in that moment, Doris felt a deep sense of humiliation.

Even though she had drugged him and was in this state herself, Bardenaldo's front, which she felt beneath her, did not bulge at all.

Bardenaldo's bare upper body even leaned towards the floor beneath the bed as he began to retch.

Listening to the sound of his retching, Doris glared at Bardenaldo with a broken face.

He hurriedly put on a nightgown and fled from Doris's bedroom as if he were escaping.

"Are you really impotent?"

What on earth.

A sense of despair mixed with a faint sense of liberation appeared on Doris's broken face.

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Noevian, who had been resisting until the end, was dragged away by the knights who had followed the Crown Prince.

"No, no! Adrien! Adrien, Adrien!"

His voice was loud and desperate until the very end. It was a raw, metallic sound, louder than the day he was banished to the North, echoing through the vine-tangled tunnel.

The Crown Prince pressed his pale hands against his temples.

I sighed deeply and bowed my head to hide my frown.

"Thank you for coming at such an inconvenient time, Your Highness."

"Considering the person who almost got kidnapped... you should be more careful, even within the palace. I heard your uncle often takes medicine, perhaps he mistook you for the late Grand Duchess."

He didn't scold me.

He didn't even ask where I had left my épée and why I was meeting Noevian alone in a dark place.

The Crown Prince, who smelled strongly of alcohol even from a few steps away, shook his head. He seemed to be trying to clear his mind in the cold air.

"I'm always sorry, and also grateful to my wife."

His voice was filled with various emotions. Perhaps he saw the Grand Duchess Adrien in me too.

'I hope you are innocent, just like Roardnes said.'

Maybe that wasn't just a wish.

Look at that shining saintly face!

Thinking of Doris's cunning face as she forced a smile at me while doing something so wicked behind my back, I thought the Crown Prince was the real saint.

'If only Doris had killed me.'

If Doris, who was so calculating, had gone so far as to kill me,

'Then perhaps you, who are so upright, and I, and Roardnes...'

A selfish desire surged within me that we could all be happy.

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"Since you are my lord now, please don't say such things."

Perhaps because he was drunk and disheveled, the Crown Prince chuckled and politely bowed his head slightly, as was his usual manner, even though he was almost unconscious.

I bowed my head deeply as I supported him, who seemed like he might fall.

"...Ah."

And then, my breath stopped.

I couldn't take my eyes off the Crown Prince's bare chest right in front of me.

No, I couldn't look away.

On the Crown Prince's bare chest, which was only barely covered by a nightgown, a familiar gold chain was sparkling.

Ah.

The blood didn't flow to my hand, which had gone cold.

Ah.

Why was my mother's necklace on the Crown Prince?

"Why..."

"Ah, this is embarrassing... I should go back since I'm in such a disheveled state."

The Crown Prince turned around and left briskly, his face flushed as if he were truly embarrassed. I reached out my trembling arm towards him.

"I..."

A rusty sound, as if it wasn't mine, came out of my throat.

My hand covered my mouth, trying to stop myself from calling out to the Crown Prince.

Instead, my legs moved on their own.

I followed Bardenal, who was running like a madman through the winter wind, my mouth still covered.

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