My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 60

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Episode 60
Chapter 6. The Stable Period (7)
A strange rumor had taken root.
That I was pregnant.
And worse—that the child in my womb was Lucius’s.
“……”
Wasn’t that bizarre? Or was it normal, after all……?
Well, he and I were married, after all.
Legally speaking, we were husband and wife, so if she became pregnant, it made sense that Lucius would be the child’s father.
“What on earth is all this talk!”
A vile rumor had infected society—that the change in their relationship was because Celia had become pregnant.
It came paired with a sordid speculation that Lucius was merely feigning tenderness because he couldn’t abandon his expectant wife. Even his recovery from the aftermath of Dunlow Hallow, which he had attended to months earlier, was now being rewritten as something Celia had done out of caution during the Stable Period. The lies had taken on a life of their own.
‘What if the thing in my belly turns out to be twins, a girl and a boy, and they’ve already picked out names once I give birth?’
Celia trembled as the full reality of the rumor sank in.
“So I may have been intimate with Lucius, but a child is another matter entirely!”
A child, of all things.
With a man whose memory might never return—to create something irreversible!
She’d noticed how people kept pressing drinks on her all evening.
‘How did I react that day? I didn’t drink, and instead Lucius stole my glass—’
Damn.
It was perfectly crafted for misunderstanding.
“My lady, surely… it’s not true, is it?”
Even Anne was eyeing her with suspicion.
Celia’s eyes snapped open. She snatched back the cake she’d given Anne and slammed the table hard.
Bang!
“Don’t talk such nonsense!”
“But it’s being treated as fact across the entire circle!”
Anne shut her eyes tight and pointed to the fireplace, which had served as decoration all summer.
Celia’s fireplace had been lit weeks earlier than those in other rooms—she needed a place to burn the vicious newspapers spewing such rumors!
Celia stumbled at the sight of the ash that had once been newsprint.
“Do all these people have nothing better to do? The garbage they print is truly astounding.”
She’d been caught up in every imaginable rumor about Lucius and herself, but now—pregnancy? A child?
Of course, for a married couple it would be natural. For nobility, producing heirs was practically a duty.
But that was for couples in their right minds. It didn’t apply to two people who had signed a divorce agreement faster than they’d signed a marriage contract.
Besides, Celia—who couldn’t even be bothered to name a rabbit Liam once kept, ignoring it until it grew from fist-sized to palm-sized—was fundamentally at odds with anything resembling parenthood.
“Wouldn’t it be best to simply wait for the rumor to fade?”
“And what if it grows instead?”
“Then perhaps deny it outright—!”
“They’ll assume I’m being cautious because I’m in early pregnancy. In a few months, there will be talk of miscarriage—you know how it goes.”
Anne knew well enough how society worked, and both women fell silent.
“Let me… think this through slowly. Since the rumor’s already spread, I need to handle it properly. Think… think…. Damn!”
The fact that a nonexistent child was being discussed made her skin crawl.
Her father had even called to confirm the situation recently—it was clearly beyond simple damage control.
“Once a rumor like this spreads, it can’t be taken back!”
If Lucius’s memory returned, she was certain it would be more than mere anger.
Judging by how things had unfolded so far, he might even be willing to grab her by the hair and roll around with her like they did as children.
If only his memory—
“Celia.”
never came back.
Lucius knocked lightly on the door, which was already open, and leaned against the frame.
He’d just returned from a meeting and was impeccably dressed. His complexion was pleasant—this man who had thrown her into the abyss of worry.
“May I come in?”
“…It’s your room too. Why ask for permission?”
“True enough.”
A faint blush colored his face as his lips curved in satisfaction. It had been several days since they’d begun sharing quarters, and joy still lingered in his eyes.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“Hurry.”
“All right.”
He approached with long strides.
“Lucius Windmere.”
“Hmm?”
Celia rubbed her temples and sank back into the chair.
The question was whether he knew about the rumor—
Damn. The words wouldn’t come out.
She couldn’t bring herself to ask: do you know there’s talk that I’m pregnant and you’re the father?
There was something fundamentally wrong about it. If she was pregnant, how could half the child’s blood belong to Lucius?
‘…Did I skim too quickly over the biology texts?’
It made perfect sense, yet it sounded so strange.
By now, he’d wrapped an arm around her waist, his cheek brushing against her shoulder as he leaned in close.
“Celia?”
After opening and closing her mouth for a long moment, she finally said something different.
“Wait—Evandor’s birthday is coming up soon. I was thinking about his gift, so help me decide.”
It was thrown out carelessly, but it succeeded in redirecting his attention.
“Now that you mention it, you’re right. Have you thought of anything?”
“Not really……”
He settled beside her, and they began deliberating together. His arm around her felt warm. His thumb brushed gently against her waist several times, and his lowered eyelids briefly veiled the green of his eyes before opening again.
“Should we look for something appropriate?”
“Appropriate?”
“Fashionable but uncommon?”
That was like asking for ice in a desert.
“Just pick something. You’re both men around the same age.”
“That’s not exactly a helpful criterion.”
Still, after a moment’s thought, Lucius came up with something plausible.
“I’ll handle the gift. I think I can procure a rare Pocket Watch.”
“Really?”
“It shouldn’t be difficult.”
It had been said almost offhandedly. Yet somehow, the troublesome matter of Evandor’s birthday gift was suddenly resolved.
“Should we have it sent directly to House of Brickwell once it’s ready?”
“Why bother? I’ll have him come pick it up himself.”
“But there’s no need to trouble a guest to make two trips.”
Lucius said this matter-of-factly. But Celia found herself arrested by something odd.
‘A guest.’
Evandor as a guest. Calling her brother—the man she’d been born and raised with in the same house—a guest.
It hit her anew: she bore the name Windmere now, and in this household, Evandor was the outsider she was receiving.
“Do… as you like.”
For some reason,
that realization troubled her deeply.
‘Windmere……’
What if things continued as they were? What if Lucius’s memory never returned, just as she’d wished?
And if she settled into this life?
What would become of her then?
The satisfaction of fleeting pleasure sank then, down into deep waters.
“Um, Lucius.”
The time to make a decision about the divorce was drawing near. But circumstances had deviated from what had been planned, leaving her confused.
‘Maybe I should just tell him everything.’
Their entire history together, and the contract they’d signed before marriage—all of it.
For a moment, that impulse overwhelmed her.
“Do you have time this evening?”
It was a conversation she’d known she’d have to face eventually, from the moment she’d decided to accept him.
Celia drew a long breath after speaking.
She didn’t know how things would unfold from here. But at least they needed to address the fact that they were scheduled for divorce—properly, without evasion.
‘This wasn’t a burden I could carry alone.’
At her calm question, Lucius lowered his gaze to her.
His eyes were the kind that seemed to strip away every carefully hidden secret.
“This evening…… Then, Celia—”
Knock, knock. A rap on the door cut their conversation short. Both turned their heads simultaneously.
“Young master, young mistress.”
It was an ordinary servant who’d opened the door.
“What is it?”
Instead of answering, the servant stepped closer and held something out.
“I believe you should see this.”

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