The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 175: The Queen Who Shattered Fate

Raven didn’t say it to insult her. If anything, she was in awe.

The world had its own sense of balance. Every event stacked up on top of one another like rocks forming a tower.

But among all those solid stones, there was one small piece, not as heavy, not as noticeable. And yet, once that tiny rock was pulled out, the entire foundation began to crack.

Primrose had only been back for a few months, but the changes she had caused—knowingly or not—were already too significant.

Leah, who was supposed to die in a carriage accident, had ended up in the Forsaken North. Maybe she’d freeze to death. Maybe she’d survive.

Honestly, Primrose didn’t care either way.

She had known about Silas’s schemes before he could kill her.

She had saved Callen’s life, driving him away for the cause of his death. freёwebnoѵel.com

She’d met Salem, a person she was never supposed to cross paths with.

And so many more things.

But the biggest shift, the one that changed everything, was her relationship with Edmund.

In this life, Primrose had managed to break through all the old miscommunications they once struggled with in the other timeline.

Edmund had learned how to love her openly, how to express his feelings in a way so sincere, it left Primrose quietly amazed by how far he had come.

They cherished each other deeply, showing love without hesitation, without holding back, and without that old fear of being unwanted or misunderstood.

And that change alone was powerful enough to crack the very foundation of the life she had once known.

"I’m not following where this is going, Lady Raven," Primrose said, her voice calm as she pretended not to understand what Raven was talking about.

"You don’t have to pretend in front of me, Your Majesty," Raven replied. "There’s no one in this world who understands fate better than I do."

And yet, she still couldn’t escape her own.

No—actually, Raven had chosen to walk through the thorns herself because she wanted to have a child of her own.

So in a way, she was right. She did know fate better than anyone else ... otherwise, she would’ve never married the Marquess in the first place.

Primrose sat down on the couch and took a deep breath, calming herself. She needed to be sure, really sure, that Raven was the right person to trust with the truth.

"You’re right, Lady Raven." She looked at her deeply, holding eye contact without flinching. "I came back from the future. I returned from the dead."

Raven’s eyes widened. She had suspected it, yes, but hearing it spoken aloud still left her stunned.

"That’s ... not possible," Raven murmured, almost like she was speaking to herself. "I’ve never seen a case like this."

[There is no perfect magic to return to the past. Everyone who ever used dark magic to go back only lasted a day. Any longer, and their souls would be crushed,] she thought.

[But why ... why is Her Majesty completely fine? She looks like she’s been living in this timeline for months now.]

Primrose rested her hands under her chin. "If you’re going to ask me how I did it ... I can’t give you an answer."

"Is it a secret?" Raven asked.

"No, it’s not like that." Primrose let out a heavy sigh. "It’s because I didn’t do anything. I didn’t use black magic. I didn’t try to change fate. I just ... woke up here."

Primrose didn’t even want to be here in the first place.

Raven furrowed her brow, still clearly skeptical. But no matter how much she doubted, the Queen showed no signs of black magic in her body.

So, like it or not, it seemed she really hadn’t crossed timelines using forbidden magic.

"So," Primrose asked gently, tilting her head, "what did you see in your vision, Lady Raven? Did anything change?"

Raven hesitated, her shoulders tense, then finally let out a long, heavy sigh. "Because of your interference, everything has changed," she admitted. "I can’t see the full picture yet because the timelines are overlapping, but one thing is clear."

"Now I have a way to protect my children ... and I wouldn’t end up in the dungeon."

She paused for a moment. Then, with a calm voice, she added, "My husband will die today."

The words came out fast and blunt, so sudden that Primrose needed a few moments just to process what she’d heard.

She hadn’t expected the Marquess would die so soon.

"I see," Primrose murmured, blinking slowly. Then she added, "So ... you came here because you need the poison."

Raven’s expression darkened in confusion. "Poison?" she repeated. "Your Majesty, I don’t need poison. None of us will be involved in the Marquess’s death."

Primrose felt like she was starting to get lost in the conversation. In her mind, the only way to kill the Marquess without framing Raven as a murderer was by poisoning him.

So how could he die today, and yet none of them would be involved?

"Lady Raven, what’s really going on?" Primrose rose from her chair and walked toward her. She lowered her voice. "Who’s going to kill him?"

Raven took a deep breath and slowly pulled back the veil that had been covering her face. Primrose swallowed hard as she saw the bruises and cuts all over her skin, so many that she could barely recognize Raven anymore.

"My husband will kill himself tonight," Raven said, her voice cold, almost too calm.

Those words froze Primrose where she stood. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her entire body.

He was going to kill himself? The Marquess?

He was a man driven by pride. A man who held himself above others.

And just recently, Edmund had stroked that very ego by pretending to fully support all the shady things he’d been doing.

Primrose struggled to make sense of it.

Why would someone like him, who spent years building his business empire, hoarding wealth, stepping on anyone in his way, suddenly decide to end his own life?

There was no way he’d be willing to give up everything he had, especially not just to leave it all behind for his wife.

"Why ..." Primrose’s voice cracked as she tried to speak. She paused for a breath, then asked softly, "Why would he do that?"