I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 303

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Chapter 303

 

 

 

Sandra remembers the moment she first met Karl.

A fifteen-year-old boy, ten years younger than herself. At first, she was indifferent when she heard his age.

However, the moment Sandra met Karl in person, her thoughts changed.

‘I heard he was handsome, but I didn’t know it would be to this extent!’

Thanks to Lumiere, her standards had become high, but even to Sandra’s discerning eyes, Karl Windsor was a very impressive boy.

He would grow into an even more handsome man in the future. It would be quite enjoyable to watch that growth from right beside him.

“Hello, Sandra. I hear we’re going to be husband and wife now?”

“That’s right.”

“Then shall we speak casually?”

“….”

Thump. Sandra’s heart fluttered.

Despite being so much younger, he had a bold side, didn’t he? However, Sandra spoke coyly.

“You should speak casually.”

“Huh? Oh, if it makes you uncomfortable, I can also….”

“No, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Please speak casually to me. I like that.”

“You like this?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Alright then.”

This situation where a man ten years younger spoke casually while she used formal speech was somehow incredibly thrilling. Just as she was secretly enjoying this subtle stimulation.

“But Sandra, I hear you have a child out of wedlock?”

The boy asked nonchalantly.

“His name is Lumiere, I think.”

Sandra’s mind went blank.

How did he find out?

To keep that secret, she had abandoned Lumiere on the street just a few days ago!

“I’m fine with it, so let’s bring that child back. It’s pitiful.”

“…You’re fine with it?”

“Yeah.”

Sandra couldn’t believe those words.

“There’s no way you’d be fine with it. You’d really accept a son who’s only seven years younger than you?”

“Yeah. I’m really okay with it.”

“It means I’ve already had experience sleeping with another man.”

“Hmm… So what?”

Karl looked straight at her. His clear eyes were genuinely puzzled.

“What’s wrong with that?”

After that, she fell helplessly for Karl Windsor.

Karl Windsor was the only man who accepted her without any finger-pointing or prejudice.

But now she knows.

Now Sandra knows very, very well.

‘You had no interest in whoever your wife was.’

Whether I was a saint or a witch. Whether I was an Imperial Princess or a beggar. Whether I was pregnant or barren.

You really had no interest at all.

“Huff, sob, hoo, hoooo.”

Sandra breathed roughly and reached out with trembling hands. Then she plucked a strand of hair from Miona’s limp head.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.”

Then she took out a glass bottle from her bosom and put the hair inside.

This was a drug she had stolen from Rodrigo’s laboratory.

If you mixed body hair into this drug and drank it, you could change into the face of its owner.

‘Just wait and see, Karl Windsor….’

With Miona’s face, she would find out everything. When he started sleeping with Miona, when he humiliated her, she would find out everything!

Gulp, gulp, she drank the drug mixed with Miona’s hair. Then slowly came the unpleasant sensation of her skin writhing and moving.

It’s changing… Ah… It’s changed….

Sensing it instinctively, Sandra immediately stood in front of the mirror. And at that moment, she let out a scream.

“Kyaaaah!”

Why?

“Kyaaaah, kyaaaaah!”

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

“Kyaah, kyaaah, kyaaaah!”

Why, why on earth!

Why Alice, why!

Sandra, who had been screaming while clutching her face, belatedly spun around and rushed to the bed. Then she frantically pulled away the pillow. The pillow that was covering the woman’s face.

And she dropped it in shock.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

Writhe writhe.

The dead Miona’s skin was moving and her face was transforming. Miona’s, no, the woman who could no longer be called Miona.

A face so familiar and beloved.

My daughter. Into Alice’s face.

“A-Alice, why are you, why are you….”

With fumbling hands, she touched that child’s face. Skin that still retained warm heat. But it was Alice, whose breath had completely stopped.

Alice. My daughter.

Why are you here?

Were you Miona?

Were you the woman I killed?

At that moment, that sensation came alive as if it were a lie.

Miona’s arms and legs struggling in resistance. The breath that seemed to pass painfully with gasps and wheezes, Miona’s, no, no, Alice’s,

Alice’s struggle.

Her desperate fight to live.

All that resistance I crushed.

‘I… I killed Alice….’

At that moment, déjà vu flashed by. That very familiar memory she had tried so hard to forget.

 

“Waaaah!”

 

When Alice was born.

When she ended up giving birth to Alice.

Sandra glared at the baby with bloodshot eyes.

 

“Waaah, aaaaah!”

 

The wailing infant.

The daughter of my father-in-law and me.

 

“Waaaah!”

 

The blood-covered bundle flailed its two arms. As if asking to be held. As if searching for its mother. However, Sandra did not embrace it. She simply glared at the daughter she had given birth to with eyes churning with anxiety and fear.

What should I do?

Karl had accepted even Lumiere, who was born out of wedlock, but Lumiere was a child born before meeting Karl. That might be why he forgave it.

But could Karl accept even this child, born from my illicit relationship with Karl’s biological father? Especially a child conceived on our wedding night?

The night after the wedding ceremony with Karl.

Karl had only one glass of whiskey at the wedding, but he got completely drunk from it and passed out.

When the anticipated first night passed like this, Sandra felt lonely. And she couldn’t sleep.

Her father-in-law, whom she met during her walk, was beautiful.

That night, she conceived Alice.

 

“Don’t worry. Karl and I are of the same bloodline. Even if we do a paternity test, it will show Windsor blood.”

 

Rodrigo persuaded and persuaded Sandra, who wanted an abortion.

 

“So give birth to her. Sandra. If you and I just keep our mouths shut, no one will know that Alice is my daughter.”

 

But what if Karl becomes suspicious? We didn’t have relations that day?

 

“Karl was drunk that day. That guy is weak with alcohol. He won’t remember anything, so if you deny it, he’ll believe you.”

 

It really was like that.

Karl believed Alice was his daughter without a doubt.

But after giving birth to Alice, Sandra’s anxiety skyrocketed like crazy.

Could she hide well that Alice was Karl’s younger sister without being caught? She was already going crazy with just Lumiere alone? She was already anxious about Lumiere’s biological father being discovered?

So what did she end up doing?

 

“Waah, waaah!”

 

Over the face of the crying baby, Alice.

 

“Kkeu-eok, kkeuk, kkyaang!”

 

She pressed down the pillow.

Press, press harder, press even harder, with all her strength.

Like before. Like just moments ago.

 

“Die! Something like you should never have been born! Die!”

 

Pouring out curses like that.

Until death. Until the baby’s crying stopped….

“Ah, ahhhhh.”

Sandra’s hands trembled violently.

That baby, not knowing any of this, not knowing that her mother had tried to kill her when she was young, grew up as an innocent girl and followed her.

Mommy, mommy. I love mommy so much! Chattering like that, she followed behind me like a puppy.

Sandra melted at her daughter’s infinite trust and affection. It was the first time anyone had loved her like that.

Alice gave me the enormous love and faith that I had never received from anyone. Alice was my closest friend and the blood I loved most, but.

Dead?

Killed?

Killed her?

“No.”

Sandra gasped with a cracked voice.

“No… No.”

That can’t be. That’s impossible.

Sandra grabbed Alice’s drooping shoulders and shook them.

“Ah, my baby. Alice. I’m sorry. Mommy did wrong. Okay?”

She frantically stroked and stroked the child’s cheeks.

“Mommy is sorry for trying to kill you when you were a baby. Ah, just now too, just now too, I’m sorry for killing you. So sorry. Okay? Mommy didn’t know it was you. Alice. Alice, I’m sorry for killing you, so, yes, open your eyes!”

It was the moment she was crying out like crazy.

Sandra’s body was pushed back sharply. A man had roughly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away.

“Alice?”

Sandra sat collapsed, staring up blankly, bewildered, and frantically. A black-haired man was shaking Alice’s body.

“Alice!”

Sandra blinked. It was definitely a face she knew, but perhaps because her mind was paralyzed. She couldn’t remember who it was.

“Alice, snap out of it! Alice!”

Soon the man lifted Alice’s body up. Without even giving Sandra a glance, he quickly left the room.

Sandra stared blankly at his retreating figure.

Pink hair drooping limply in the man’s arms.

Hands hanging pale and limp.

The hands of a corpse….

‘No….’

Sandra stared at the spot where they had left and laughed.

That’s ridiculous.

It can’t be Alice.

My daughter couldn’t have been murdered by my hands, could she? How much did I regret doing such a thing when Alice was a baby? There’s no way I killed Alice again with the same act-

No way.

There isn’t.

There shouldn’t be.

Giggles came out. Stopping, then bursting forth, then drying up harshly. Her mind, her thoughts, tangled like tangled thread, so messy that it could never be untangled again.

Her sanity warped and crumbled.

Sandra staggered to her feet and stood in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, she saw the face of her daughter with pink hair and red eyes, cute like a rabbit.

“Right. Alice is here.”

Sandra rubbed the mirror and grinned.

“Alice. Alice.”

Sandra laughed while touching Alice in the mirror. Hot tears fell drop by drop, but she wasn’t even conscious of them.

“Alice is here. Alice is alive. Look. She’s here. It’s Alice’s voice. It’s Alice’s face.”

Right. She’s here. Here. Right. Here.

Right here. In the mirror!

Sandra touched her own face. Then Alice in the mirror touched her own face.

Alice is here.

Here, in the mirror.

That means I,

I am Alice!

‘Yes, that’s right. I’m Alice. Alice didn’t die. Alice is alive.’

Because I am Alice! There’s no way I’d be killed by mommy!

“Right! Mommy loves me so much!”

Sandra burst into laughter.

Ah, thank goodness. It was all a dream. I had a very scary and strange nightmare. I dreamed that mommy killed me!

“Ehehe.”

Sandra laughed with deep relief. Like Alice. With the laughter that Alice often made.

“Hehe, hehe, hehe…”

She hugged her shoulders tightly with both arms. So there’s no need to worry. Alice is, I am here!

That’s when it happened. A woman enters through the open door.

A woman with pure white hair that sparkled like pearls. The woman with that hair that Alice, no, I had always envied, calling it like angel’s wings.

“Sister Dana!”

Sandra spoke in Alice’s tone and smiled broadly.

“Sister. Hello?”

“…”

“It’s me, Alice.”

“…”

“Right? Sister? Hurry up and tell me. I’m Alice. I’m Alice!”

“…”

“Hurry, hurry up and acknowledge me! Sister! Sister Dana!”

Then the corners of Dana’s mouth turned up. And she sighed as if pitying her and said.

“You’ve completely lost your mind and gone insane.”

“Huh?”

“Though it’s an ending I like much more than I expected.”

What is sister saying?

Sandra tilted her head in confusion.

Hmm, I don’t know. Thinking is too tiring now, so Sandra just laughed. For some reason, tears had been flowing endlessly since earlier, but- it’s fine now.

Thinking is bothersome now.

I’ll just laugh.

Because I’m Alice!

Hehehe!

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