Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 21: [] Personally imposed penalty

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I've been lying in bed since yesterday, clutching Blier's diary and weeping. The tears that once scoured out my insides have dried up. A rage so deep it felt like my organs would burst had turned into tears that only stained my pillow.

'I won't tell anyone' he'd said.

His beautiful eyes, filled with shock, had given me that assurance. Then, he'd led me to the dining room, personally removing the rose thorns and glass shards embedded in my palm. It should have hurt, but after the blow to my head, I felt nothing. Roardnes's face remained as hard as stone throughout.

'I'm only helping you until we find Adrien's body. I, too, can't understand why you'd be with the Grand Duke after what happened to Adrien, and I'm furious. But I think helping you is punishment enough for him.'

'...'

'...Did you fight with the Grand Duke?'

I wished it were that simple. Roardnes clenched his jaw but spoke to me anyway, saying he couldn't kill the Grand Duke. As you said, he couldn't betray him or hurt him. Tears streamed down my face like a dam had burst. Soon, Yona's cautious footsteps sounded, and the bedroom door opened. I hid the diary under my pillow and closed my eyes. I didn't want to be with anyone. I could hear Yona placing uneaten food on a small table. I plugged my ears and prayed for this time to pass quickly. How could he have killed me? I'd only had a seizure long after he'd left the mansion, and though it was severe, it was a symptom that appeared whenever my health was poor.

"Um..."

I wiped away my tears and glanced behind me. Yona hesitated, then held out a glittering gold tray with an invitation on it. Glancing instinctively towards the bedroom door, Maji was watching us from the corner of her eye.

"...What is it?"

My voice was hoarse. Yona looked worried and held the tray out further. Feeling drained, I sat up and leaned against the headboard. As I reached for the invitation with my bandaged hand, Yona's worry deepened.

"I was going to give it to you later, when you felt better. But..."

Yona stammered, explaining that Maji had insisted she deliver it immediately, saying that lovers should make up quickly.

I remembered screaming the Grand Duke's name, my voice echoing through the mansion. Yona seemed genuinely sorry, but I couldn't hear her over the ringing in my ears. The invitation clearly bore the signature of Noebian Trovica. And there, in his own handwriting, was my name, Blier Acacia.

"I've been so busy, I haven't been able to contact you. I'd like to formally apologize for the rudeness of my maids at Adrien's birthday party. I'd like to host a dinner at my mansion."

I placed the invitation back on the tray.

"Madam?"

"What time is it now?"

"Time? It's around lunchtime. Are you hungry?"

Yona hurried over to the table where she'd left the food and pulled out a chair. But my eyes were still fixed on the gold tray on the bed and the invitation on it.

"No, the Grand Duke invited me to dinner."

"Oh...?"

A hint of color returned to Yona's face. She seemed to think we were making up after our fight.

"I'm going now."

"Now? But it's just past lunchtime, Madam!"

"I don't care. Tell him I'm on my way."

I felt like I had to see that polite, handsome, and shameless face. Poor Adrien Trovica. In the end, he didn't really die from illness... ...Maybe my husband was killing me without me knowing.

"Madam!"

Tears streamed down my face again. Yona rushed over, flustered, and handed me a handkerchief.

'That won't stop it.'

I felt like I would die if I didn't expel all this despair and anger. It was ridiculous for a dead person to say such a thing, but I felt like I would die if I didn't confront him and let it all out.

"I-I'll get you ready right away! Don't cry!"

Maji, who had seen the whole thing from the doorway, panicked and fussed along with Yona. I added gloomily to them as they prepared me to impress Noebian Trovica.

"...Dress me like Blier."

"Yes?"

"Dress me as I usually am. Flashy and extravagant."

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The carriage from Acacia Manor stopped as soon as it entered the Grand Duke's estate. It was still a long way to the entrance. Yona opened the door a crack and poked her head out.

"Why is it stopping, Jang?"

"There's a carriage from the royal family at the entrance!"

I opened the window and poked my head out. Gaspal, the butler, who seemed troubled, was talking to the coachman. When he saw me, he bowed politely. I ignored him and slammed the window shut.

"I guess we came too early."

"Who's there?"

"The butler didn't say, but there's definitely someone from the royal family. He asked us to wait a bit."

Yona, who had been listening to their conversation from the other window, closed it and turned to me. I didn't want to wait for Noebian's convenience.

"I'll just walk."

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"What?"

"You stay with the carriage."

"Going to hell is enough for me alone." My tone, oddly firm, made Yona hesitate before nodding quietly. As my carriage door opened, Gaspal rushed over.

"Madam!"

I silently held out my arm, signaling for him to help me. With a look that Blier would have made, I glared at him. Gaspal trembled and meekly offered his arm. It was as if the butler I knew, who often ignored my words, had been replaced. In front of my carriage, there were not only the royal family's carriages but also a line of large horses, the kind that knights would ride.

"Who's here?"

"Well, that's..."

Gaspal hesitated, guiding me as he trailed off. Annoyed by his hesitation, I squeezed his arm tightly. It was a clear demand for an answer. Gaspal's eyes widened in surprise, and he forced himself to speak.

"Guests from the royal family have arrived. I didn't expect them to come so early, Madam."

"So, are you going to lecture me?"

I couldn't help but speak harshly.

"Yes?!"

His expression was full of apology, but Gaspal's words were incredibly arrogant. How dare a butler, of all people, use such aristocratic language to say, 'It's because you arrived early.' I knew Blier would think he was simply sorry for not treating her properly, but I wasn't fooled.

"You should have been prepared for my early arrival. A butler, shouldn't you?"

"Oh..."

"Our relationship with the Grand Duke isn't so rigid that we have to be punctual, is it?"

I muttered to myself, as if talking to myself. Gaspal stared at me with a vacant expression before recovering and opening his mouth.

"Yes, of course... I apologize, Madam."

As we walked across the garden, I saw Noebian and a red-haired man emerge from the mansion. Even from a distance, I recognized him as the Crown Prince Bardenal.

"Excuse me, Madam. Please wait here for a moment."

Gaspal hid me behind a tree and ran towards them. I watched as he bowed deeply to the Crown Prince and followed the last of the royal knights. Only after they had passed did I raise my head. By then, the Crown Prince had finished a short conversation with Noebian and climbed into his golden royal carriage. The royal party disappeared around the corner of the mansion. With only dust left where they had stood, Gaspal stood there, offering me his arm with an overly sympathetic look. Ignoring his slimy gaze, I entered the main hall. Noebian was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed. I wanted to shout at him, but I forced myself to remain silent.

"You're early."

"..."

"Were you upset that I didn't come to pick you up myself?"

He said it without looking at me. It sounded as if he were the one who was upset. Why? I remained silent, and he turned to face me. His long black hair was neatly tied back. His forehead was broad, and his eyes were sharp. His cool blue eyes, which were usually hidden behind reading glasses, looked shadowed, as if he hadn't slept well. It was the look he got when he was tired. I thought I could slap him, but when I saw his haggard face, my body trembled, but my mind grew cold. Noebian slowly scanned me from head to toe. I was dressed more extravagantly than usual, and I must have been quite a sight.

He slightly raised an eyebrow and sighed softly.

"You're beautiful enough without all that."

"..."

"You're right, aren't you?"

He seemed to know me well. I clenched my trembling hands. He nodded slightly and stood up.

"And I want to look beautiful for you."

I glared at him and spat out the words. My heart pounded. But Noebian didn't seem to notice my tension. He smiled and held out his hand. I hesitated before placing my hand on his.

"...What's this?"

My hand was still bandaged, and Noebian's expression twisted. I forced a smile and said,

"It's nothing."

Nothing at all. It's the punishment I inflicted on the body of your mistress.

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