The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 106

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 106

This is how the incident began.

On a pleasant afternoon.

After returning to the Northern Region and arranging accommodations for Ruone and Jon—Luone’s protector who had followed along—Kai returned to his ring form, Erban groaned about being starved to death as he headed to the kitchen, and just when everyone was thinking ‘finally we can rest.’

Elisia and Shubel were enjoying a leisurely tea time together after a long while.

She asked casually.

“The play [Butterfly’s Lover] is having its final performance tomorrow. Would you like to go see it together? I received VIP seat invitations since I’m an investor.”

It was truly a question asked without much thought.

Of course, since this play was rumored to be an adaptation of Elisia’s own story, there was some calculation that if the young couple from the Duchy appeared and showed their faces, it would be good for various aspects like public sentiment in the estate or merchandise sales.

Anyway, it wasn’t something she said while foreseeing this kind of situation.

“Would it be alright for you to go see it with me? That play is…”

The play is?

When she looked at him questioningly, Shubel somehow lowered his long eyelashes with a melancholy gaze.

“I heard it’s a play that lovers who want to be together even in the afterlife watch together.”

“Why is that a problem?”

Elisia wondered if Shubel was the type to believe in such superstitions and asked back.

And here Shubel dropped a bombshell.

“…Because you have a lover.”

He shed a tear. It was a cunning… act, knowing that his wife was weak to his tears.

“We’re only in a contract marriage relationship, and you sacrificed yourself for the family despite having a lover…”

Rather than being abandoned, it was better to stick by her side using any method possible.

With that mindset, when he acted pure and pitiful—no, pure and annoying—Elisia asked in a flustered voice.

“What? A lover, what are you talking about—”

“You don’t need to deny it. I know it was before our marriage. Still, I feel a little jealous…”

Shubel spoke with an expression of rising guilt.

It seemed his kind and caring wife was trying to pretend otherwise out of consideration for his pitiful state.

“You’re someone who struggles to save the family even with your ailing body, yet here I am feeling such sinful emotions.”

When he shed tears, Elisia didn’t know what to do and comforted him.

She gave him a handkerchief, told him to stop crying in a gentle voice, and poured him tea to calm down.

He wanted her to just hug him, but he held back thinking it was too much to hope for yet.

“How much pain must you be in even now for your eyes to lack vitality?”

“…I was just spacing out.”

“You don’t need to hide it like that in front of me.”

Look at this. She’s someone who treats even me, who holds no place in her heart, so well.

She was definitely hiding it on purpose so he wouldn’t worry.

‘He broke up with such a wife?’

While feeling base inferiority toward his wife’s deceased lover, he inwardly sneered.

‘What a fool.’

If it were him, he would grab hold and never let go.

Shubel had realized at the masquerade ball that Elisia herself was more important than his desire for lust.

The monster who had awakened to possessiveness had now developed monopolistic desires as well.

What kind of emotion this was exactly could be figured out gradually.

First, one must live to see another day. Since he felt like he’d die without her, he had no choice but to be greedy for the first time in his life.

“No, please don’t hide it from me, my lady…”

“Ah, no wait… don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, Elisia. Originally I was going to let you go once your body recovered. I was thinking of divorce…”

Of course, he hadn’t thought about divorce for even a single second.

If he could, he wanted to destroy all the imperial institutions under the Imperial Court that processed divorce papers.

“It seems like that won’t be possible.”

Shubel buried his face against the back of his wife’s hand, shedding tears, then looked up at her from her favorite angle as he spoke.

“I keep wanting you more and more.”

This alone was sincere.

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