The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 191 -: Even the god’s will bleed if they try to take what’s mine!!

Chapter 191: Chapter: 191 Even the god’s will bleed if they try to take what’s mine!!

Another two months passed.

Charlotte’s belly had grown even more.

She was only a few days away from giving birth, yet there was no joy on her face.

The glow that should have belonged to a mother was nowhere to be seen.

Her expression was gloomy as she slowly walked toward their bedroom, carefully holding a bowl of soup.

Thin steam rose from it, warming her hands but not her heart.

She stopped in front of the door and gently pushed it open.

The door creaked softly as she stepped inside. The moment she saw the bed, her heart felt like it was being crushed.

"Husband..." she whispered.

On the bed lay a man...no, a dying man.

His skin was pale white, as if all blood had drained from his body.

His face showed no color at all.

He was so thin that his bones were clearly visible, his body weak and fragile, carrying a faint bluish shade.

His eyes were open but unfocused, staring at nothing. There was no life in them, except for his faint, uneven breathing.

Charlotte slowly walked to the bed and climbed onto it, lying beside him with great care.

She lifted the bowl and scooped a spoon of soup, gently bringing it to his lips.

But the moment the soup touched his mouth, it slipped out from the corner, spilling onto the cloth below.

Her hands trembled.

Charlotte bit down on her lower lip, forcing herself not to cry.

Tears filled her eyes anyway and quietly rolled down her cheeks.

Two months ago, when he suddenly collapsed in the kitchen, she thought he had died.

Her mind went blank, her heart nearly stopped. But when she held him, she felt it...his breathing, weak but still there.

He stayed in a coma for one whole month.

After that month, he opened his eyes, but his body never moved again. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t respond. He could only breathe.

A living body trapped in silence.

Charlotte gently wiped the soup from his lips and rested her forehead against his chest, listening to his faint breath.

"I’m still here," she whispered softly. "And so are you... please don’t leave us yet."

She had already accepted his death.

In her heart, she was preparing for the day he would leave.

But fate was cruel. So cruel that it did not even give him the chance to hold his own child before dying.

When he was told that Charlotte was pregnant, he was truly happy.

For the first time in a long while, he forgot about pain, illness, and death.

He smiled more. He stayed close to her. He took care of her and the baby growing inside her.

He wanted to hold his child once. Just once.

He wanted to look at the baby’s face and know that a part of him would remain in this world.

That would have been enough. He never asked for more. His life was already nearing its end, and he knew it well.

Having Charlotte beside him during his final moments was already more than he had ever dreamed of.

But humans are greedy creatures.

When he learned he was going to be a father, that small wish grew stronger.

The desire to see his child before dying became deeper and harder to let go. He knew it was foolish, yet he could not stop hoping.

There was a thin line between dreams and reality.

Maybe fate saw this wish as nothing more than a dream.

Maybe it decided that this beautiful hope was too much kindness for someone already marked for death.

So it took that wish away.

Leaving him alive, but unable to move. Breathing, but unable to hold. Awake, but unable to see the future he longed for.

And Charlotte could only watch, carrying their child, while the man who loved them both slipped further away each day.

Charlotte sighed as the sound of his weak heartbeat echoed in her head.

"I hope you can hold on until our child is born," she whispered.

She let out another quiet sigh and reached out her hand.

The lamp beside the bed slowly went dark, and the room was filled with silence.

Charlotte moved closer and rested against his chest.

She listened to his faint breathing and slowly closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

But Vivian’s mind was not empty.

Even in this state, he could think. He could feel. He just couldn’t move.

At that moment, he felt everything...Charlotte’s warmth, her weight against him, and the sadness she tried so hard to hide.

A painful sigh escaped his heart.

"I wish I had at least two more months..." he thought.

Though his body was paralyzed, he could still feel this much. He knew it clearly. When death came, he would know it.

And he also knew it could be today. Or tomorrow.

But soon.

Very soon, he would die without ever seeing his child.

What hurt even more was the dreams.

Even in this state, he dreamed sometimes.

Just yesterday, he saw a dream where he was not sick.

His body was strong. He grew up normally and lived a quiet life.

He married Charlotte with smiles and blessings around them. His mother, his father, and his younger brother were all there.

Not like reality.

In reality, there had been no one. Only the priest in the temple and the sound of vows spoken in silence.

In the dream, he had a son.

The boy had red hair and blue eyes. He looked just like Vivian, except for the hair, which clearly came from Charlotte.

Charlotte had even given the child a name.

’What was it...?’

Vivian tried to remember, but the name slipped away.

The harder he tried, the more distant it became. Slowly, even the child’s face began to blur.

The dream faded.

As the dream faded, a sudden crushing pain spread through his paralyzed body.

After two quiet months, the coughing returned.

"Cough... cough... cough..."

The sound cut through the silence.

Charlotte’s eyes snapped open. Her heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had coughed in two months.

She hurriedly sat up and reached for the lamp, turning it on with shaking hands.

The moment the light filled the room, she froze.

"...This...?"

Her face turned pale as fear struck her like a blade.

Pitch-black blood flowed from his mouth, thick and dark, staining his lips.

"Cough... cough..."

With each cough, more of that black blood spilled out.

For the first time in two months, his eyes regained focus.

They wavered for a moment, then slowly moved until they met Charlotte’s frightened face.

He looked at her and forced a bitter smile.

"I... t’s... time..." he tried to say.

The words came out broken and unclear, barely a whisper.

Charlotte couldn’t speak. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stop herself from crying. Blood slowly seeped from her lip as she fought back her tears.

Vivian’s gaze dropped to her swollen belly.

With great effort, he dragged his weak body slightly toward her.

"Give... the... baby... a... good... li... fe..." he said slowly.

"...and... don’t... cry... for... me..."

He tried to lift his arm, trying to pull her into a hug, but his body refused to obey.

Charlotte rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she broke down into sobs.

"Don’t worry," she cried. "I will save you... I promise... I will save you..."

Her tears fell onto his chest as she held him tightly, as if letting go even for a moment would mean losing him forever.

Bitterness filled his mouth as he heard her words.

He knew the truth. He was going to die. There was no saving him.

Still, he whispered softly, "I... believe in you..."

They stayed like that, holding each other, as time slowly passed.

After a while, Vivian spoke again.

"No matter how many... lives I may live..." he said, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He did not want to die so early. He wanted to live. He wanted to do so many things.

He wanted to see their baby being born, to hold the child in his arms, to play with the baby, to feed the baby, to sing for the baby.

He wanted to watch the child grow, with Charlotte always by his side.

He wanted to grow old together.

He wanted to die first when they were old, and then, someday, Charlotte would follow after him.

Not like this.

Not without even seeing his child once.

Tears kept falling as he continued, his voice shaking.

"In every single one of them... I will always fall in love with you..."

"If I am born as a sheep, I will love you."

"If I am born as a dog, I will love you."

"If I am born as an ant, I will still love you."

"And if I am born again as a human... I will love you again."

"I am only capable of loving you, Charlotte."

"I will love you for eternity... my love..."

He slowly closed his eyes, gathering the last bit of strength left in him.

"Thank you... for loving someone like me..."

His breathing stopped.

His body grew still.

His hands fell lifeless in Charlotte’s arms.

She held him tightly, refusing to let go. Her tears did not stop. They soaked his clothes, her shoulders shaking as she cried in silence.

She had heard every word.

And she knew the truth in her heart.

There was no one else she could ever love.

Even if she were to live thousands of lives...

Even if she were reborn again and again...

It would always be him.

She continued to hold him like that for a long time.

After a while, she slowly moved his lifeless body and placed him in front of her.

Charlotte stared at him.

His lips were stained with blood. His face was pale, cold, and empty of life. There was no breath, no warmth left in him.

And yet—

There was a smile on his face.

A small, peaceful smile.

It was the smile that had formed when he thanked her.

Her chest tightened.

Charlotte leaned closer and slowly pressed her lips against his.

It was her last kiss.

His lips were cold, terribly cold, yet to her they felt warm. As if some part of him was still there, refusing to leave her.

After a moment, she pulled back.

A faint smile appeared on her face.

"You really underestimated your wife, husband," she murmured softly.

The next instant, her eyes changed.

The gentleness vanished, replaced by a fierce, cold light.

She snapped her fingers.

A black pendant appeared in her hand.

The moment it appeared, the air in the room grew heavy.

She pressed the pendant against Vivian’s forehead and spoke in a low, calm voice.

"Even the gods will bleed if they try to take what is mine!!"

A monstrous killing intent burst out from her eyes as she shouted,

"In the name of Charlotte, I offer one million souls in exchange for my husband!"

The pendant shook violently.

A terrifying resentment exploded outward.

Ghostly figures rushed out, filling the room with mournful screams. The pressure was so heavy that blood flowed from Charlotte’s nose, yet she did not flinch.

"I will kill you!!"

"Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!"

The ghostly figures screamed in madness.

"Kill!! Kill!!"

Their cries filled the room, full of hatred and pain.

But Charlotte was unmoved.

She let out a cold snort.

"Seal."

Her voice was calm, cruel.

One of the ghosts screamed in rage.

"You killed us, you evil fiend!"

"Was your husband the only one who had the right to live?!"

Charlotte listened without emotion.

Her face was cold.

A few years ago, there had been a rumor.

In the western region of the Indrath Empire, there was once a small territory ruled by a weak viscount.

Four years ago, a catastrophe struck.

Out of 1.2 million people, only 200,000 survived.

No one knew who caused it.

No one...except one person.

Charlotte.

Her eyes did not waver as she spoke.

"Yes."

"Even if I have to sacrifice this entire world for even a single chance of his survival..."

"I will gladly do it."

She raised her hands and began forming seals, her movements sharp and precise.

Then she pointed straight at Vivian’s body.

The room trembled.

As the mournful screams echoed, the one million souls rushed into Vivian’s body.

The air twisted violently.

At the same time, another soul appeared.

It was weak and faint, barely holding its shape. It looked just like Vivian.

That soul slowly drifted toward the pendant.

Charlotte watched it the entire time. Her face remained cold, but when she saw that soul, her eyes softened.

"Just wait for a bit..." she muttered quietly.

The soul did not open its eyes. It was too weak. Slowly, gently, it entered the pendant and sank deep inside it.

The pendant dimmed.

After the soul entered, Charlotte formed several more seals. Her hands moved quickly as she pressed them firmly against Vivian’s body.

Suddenly—

Vivian’s body’s eyes snapped open.

"I WILL KILL YOU!!!" it shouted in a twisted voice.

Charlotte’s gaze turned sharp.

"Don’t you dare speak those words with his mouth."

She raised her hand and pressed it against his forehead.

"Release."

The moment the word left her lips, a miserable scream filled the room.

Vivian’s body stiffened.

Then his eyes closed.

In the next instant, the one million souls were forced out of his body. They scattered into the air and vanished, but not erased.

Silence returned.

After what felt like an eternity, Charlotte finally relaxed. Her shoulders dropped, and the pressure in the room faded.

"I have somehow managed to delay it," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.

"But... I can only hold him for ten years."

Her fingers tightened around the pendant.

Her gaze slowly shifted to the pendant in her hand.

Her eyes softened once more.

"Ten years..." she whispered.

"Just ten more years."

The pendant pulsed faintly, as if responding.

And Charlotte held it close, standing alone in the quiet room, carrying a hope bought with blood, souls, and an unshakable resolve.