Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 74: [] Why did you kill me?

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I ignored the maids who were gasping and taking deep breaths as they dressed me up. Once I was fully adorned in Adrienne's dress, I looked just like her, even to my own eyes. As soon as I was finished dressing, I dismissed everyone. I sent Yona to the Acacia Count's estate until morning and Maria back to her own family home. When everyone was completely dumbfounded by my sudden orders, I specifically told Annie to guard Noebian's bedroom. Annie gladly agreed with a grateful expression.

As I walked down the empty hallway, I laughed like a madwoman. I opened the door to the Grand Duchess's bedroom and looked down at the commotion outside. When I saw Gregory and Bianca finally enter the annex after shouting and stamping their feet until the last moment, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

Even though I knew my makeup was smudging, I couldn't stop the names from spilling out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry, sister. I'm sorry..."

But tears weren't the only thing I couldn't stop.

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Noebian, who had experienced a cycle of cold sorrow and hot anger, submerged himself in a bath. He clenched his fists tightly under the lukewarm water, his hands now much drier than before. The prince's eyes, which seemed to protect Blie as if he were her husband, were hard to dismiss as mere pretense. He must have looked at Adrienne with those same eyes at some point, and he must have desired her. His eyes for Blie Acacia were just as affectionate. As soon as he imagined Blie in his arms, a sense of despair that he couldn't describe enveloped his entire body. And he writhed in deep disgust at himself for feeling that way. Blie Acacia had to be his and his alone. This vast empire, this mansion, and even Adrienne herself were not entirely his, so how could he not have Blie, who he had transformed with his own hands? What right did that woman have? What on earth gave her the right to have something that he couldn't? The Count of Acacia was dead. Adrienne's funeral was over. He had already fallen out with the disloyal servants, and as of today, he had completely lost the support of the people from the east. At first, it was for a greater cause, but somewhere along the way, the priorities had reversed. He had to take on unnecessary risks to get Blie Acacia, that insignificant and troublesome woman. And yet, the idea that he couldn't have her completely was absurd. He didn't believe in God, but he strongly agreed with the basic principle that if you took action, you should get something in return. If he hadn't had that belief, he wouldn't have come this far. He had stained his hands with blood, just as he had willingly shed his own blood. After burying his feelings for Adrienne along with her corpse, the desire to completely possess Blie took over his entire body. He quickly put on his clothes without even properly drying himself. The clothes stuck to his damp body, and he felt a sense of discomfort. He thought of his foolish past, when he had mistaken that feeling for lingering feelings for Adrienne. Now, there was nothing left. Even if he gave up the title of the head of the Prince's faction, he felt an urge to do anything as long as he could have Blie Acacia under him. He poured a bottle of liquor down his throat as soon as he put on his clothes. It was a strong liquor that burned his throat, but he was used to it from drinking it so often.

"Why did you betray me, Noebian?"

The voice, which he had become accustomed to hearing, echoed in his head even before he entered Adrienne's bedroom. Betrayal? That was ridiculous. She had never belonged to him in the first place, so how could he have betrayed her? He was the one suffering from a deep, one-sided love for Adrienne. Who was living in pain, both when she was alive and dead? It was him. Noebian headed towards the Grand Duchess's bedroom as usual. Since he had given Blie the Grand Duchess's bedroom, he had to have something for himself too. Without any hesitation, he opened the bedroom door. And there he saw Blie, sitting on the windowsill, dressed in a familiar outfit... Adrienne's dress. She was staring out the window in the direction Roardnes had left. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming rage. He had never felt so angry before. With a loud crash, the bottle he was holding shattered on the thick carpet. He had thrown it with such force. He strode towards Blie, who was looking out the window, and grabbed her chin. Her small chin was easily captured. When her eyes, which had been filled with longing for someone else, turned to him with a look of resentment, he felt like the world was collapsing. And he was angry at himself for feeling that way.

"I told you. Back then, I clearly said..."

Noebian grabbed Blie's chin even tighter as she tried to move her head.

"When I returned from Elacon, and after the Grand Duchess's funeral, I would take you."

Feeling Blie flinch, he moved closer. Trapped between the window and his body, she looked up at him, unable to breathe. Those eyes. That gaze. Damn it, they were exactly like Adrienne's, and it made him feel sick. And at the same time, he wanted her so badly, it was maddening.

"Do you think I gave you the Grand Duchess's bedroom because I found you pretty? Because you did cute little things for me like a puppy?"

"..."

"Absolutely not. You said this bedroom would be nice if we were to make love, right? That's why I gave it to you."

"..."

"You said it yourself, so keep your promise. I kept my promise, and I'm going to have you. Right now."

He could feel her body tremble as he pulled her towards him roughly, but Noebian didn't care. He grabbed her head and forced her lips open. They were damn sweet, damn soft. And the woman just stood there like a wooden doll for a long time. Even as Noebian wrapped his arms around her and groped her, she didn't move an inch.

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"...Why, Roardnes? Are you thinking about that bastard again?"

Blie was crying. The hot blood that had been boiling in him cooled down.

"This should have happened from the beginning. I should have just taken you when those dirty rumors about you and that bastard started spreading. I was too soft. Did you enjoy playing with me, using the dead Grand Duchess as a shield?"

He looked at Blie's face, which was contorted with tears, and exploded with a feeling of madness.

"Do you think Roardnes is any different? He hasn't been near the capital for years because he couldn't have Adrienne. Don't be mistaken just because he's been kind to you."

A bitter laugh echoed through the bedroom.

"He's just seeing Adrienne in you, not you."

She couldn't find the words, and she didn't want to.

"I'm not like that bastard. I won't just solve everything because you cry a little, I'll just take what I want."

He couldn't understand how this woman had crept into his heart and destroyed him. She was just a substitute. But seeing her here in Adrienne's clothes, in Adrienne's bedroom, crying and thinking of Roardnes, made him feel a violent emotion he had never felt before. When his anger reached its limit, and when the object of his destruction was the woman in front of him, the source of his dirty emotions opened her mouth.

"If it were Lord Roardnes, he wouldn't do this."

"..."

When she finally said Roardnes' name, he grabbed Blie's shoulders tightly. He wanted to destroy her.

"...I'm attracted to the Second Prince Roardnes for a different reason."

"Shut up."

Even though tears were continuously streaming down her face, her voice was eerily calm. Noebian's face contorted in horror. He couldn't believe he had heard such words. He wanted to retort, "You said you loved me," but he clamped his mouth shut. Ignoring his bloodshot eyes, the woman continued in an even more chilling voice.

"I prefer something new."

Noebian thought she had gone mad.

"Send me to Lord Roardnes."

"How dare you..."

"Are you offended, Your Highness?"

The woman's tears had stopped. Noebian didn't want to hear any more of this madness, her asking to be sent to Roardnes. He wanted to gag her and take her by force.

"Why would I be offended? You're a married man, after all."

Until she said that, he had thought she was simply crazy. She had probably gotten carried away, overstepping her boundaries, and faced backlash. She had been slapped by the people of Pireta, and Noebian had kissed her roughly. He thought that was why she was acting this way, and he loosened his grip on her shoulder.

"I prefer something new."

Her constant repetition of that phrase irritated him beyond measure.

"Come to think of it, that's right. If we have to compare, you're the 'old' one, Your Highness. Not Lord Roardnes."

"...Are you crazy?"

"I'm just saying this because you seem to remember my words so well."

"I told you to shut up."

"I always said, didn't I? That I like new things. I said I wanted to make love in the Grand Duchess's bedroom... I wish you had remembered that too."

Noebian burst out laughing. He was amused and infuriated by her audacity in mentioning Roardnes and provoking him. But at the same time, his heart sank. "You're a married man, so why would I be offended?" "Send me to Lord Roardnes." And her insistence on being new, not old. Those words echoed in his mind. The moment he realized that all those words led to a single conclusion, he was struck.

"...Are you saying you want to leave me?"

"Yes."

She answered without hesitation. The rage that had been swirling inside him disappeared instantly. He had been so angry because she had said she loved him and then acted that way, but he didn't know what emotion to express towards a woman who wanted to leave him. He had never considered such a possibility. He took a step back from Blie. She stared at him without moving. Her eyes were still cold, unlike Adrienne's, which had always looked at him with love.

"What's wrong, Blie?"

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Noebian's face was flushed red. I watched him from the window where moonlight poured in. He reeked of alcohol, and his usually neat appearance was disheveled. It was a sight I had become quite accustomed to as Blie Acacia, though it had been strange at first. Over the past two months of living together, I felt like I knew him better than I had in the previous two years of our marriage. I let out a small chuckle.

"Is this situation funny?"

"A little."

"...What?"

Noebian, who had been standing a few feet away, slowly approached me. He didn't come too close, which was exactly what I wanted.

"You wanted to be the Grand Duchess."

"Not really."

"What?"

"Not really. I've lost interest in the position of Grand Duchess."

It was a careless statement. Noebian looked at me as if I had slapped him in the back of the head when I said I didn't want the position of Grand Duchess that I had so desperately desired.

"You... how dare you..."

"Angry? You were the one who took everything away from me first."

"...Me?"

Noebian stood still, scanning me from head to toe. I was wearing one of the dresses from Adrienne's overflowing wardrobe, and my hair was styled the way Adrienne liked it. I was simply Adrienne.

"...Tell me, Noebian."

"What are you trying to do...?"

His voice, lost in the air, sounded unreal.

"Why did you kill me?"

"Betrayal? Who's the one who betrayed..."

Noebian's expression cracked, and his pupils dilated instantly.

"Blie?"

"...I guess you still see me as Blie."

I got up from the windowsill and stepped onto the floor.

"Blie?"

I didn't answer.

"Blie."

"I don't think I've taken any drugs. So you should know this isn't a hallucination."

Adrienne's favorite fan, the dress she always wanted to wear, Adrienne's gait.

Noebian's pupils dilated and contracted repeatedly.

"Tell me, Noah."

Noah. No one called Noebian Trovica that except Adrienne Trovica. Only she whispered, "Noah." My Noah. My sea. My everything.

"Why did you kill me?"

The despair in Noebian's eyes, which had been filled with filthy desires, instantly deepened.

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