After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 189

Meanwhile, Silas was using the pretext of searching for Sebelia’s twin to keep her firmly under his control. Even if Inverness belatedly considered the possibility that she might still be alive, there was nothing they could do.

No, even if she is alive, they won’t try to bring her back.

Sebelia’s marriage was not just a union between families—it was a peace treaty between the capital and the northern region.

A grinding sound echoed through the office. Startled by it, Denisa glanced at Dehart, who quickly averted his gaze. His face was twisted with anguish.

“Huff…“

Dehart let out a harsh sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Cold sweat trickled down his spine. Yet despite Silas’ seemingly perfect scheme, there was one flaw.

I found you first.

He was the one who discovered her—the one who fled from pain beside him, dragging her broken body searching for a place to die.

Had he not met her first, he would have surely gone mad after learning the body had disappeared. But unable to expose that fact, he must have hidden his turmoil and mobilized troops to find the culprit.

If I hadn’t met you, I would have believed you truly dead.

Recalling the image of her resting peacefully in the coffin made Dehart’s stomach churn.

Watching Dehart’s pained expression quietly, Sebelia finally spoke, looking somewhat drained.

“So my father knew I was alive. Yet he didn’t look for me and left me alone. Because he thought he could take me…whenever he wanted.”

Between lips bitten red and swollen, a lonely voice escaped. Her blue eyes flickered restlessly, unable to focus.

“To him, I am forever just a pawn.”

Sebelia sighed softly, murmuring to herself.

“Yes. That was all I ever was.”

“Bella.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to comfort me. It’s just… I vaguely knew, but I didn’t want to face the truth. Now that I’m certain, it feels like confronting something I had been avoiding.”

“……”

“And it’s much worse than I expected.”

Sebelia gave a weak smile, then took a deep breath. She pulled her hand free from Denisa’s grasp, clenched both fists, and fixed her gaze on Dehart.

“Dehart.”

“……Yes.”

Her blue eyes, which had seemed painfully lonely, now had a cold, clear light. Looking transparent and resolute.

“There’s one favor I want to ask.”

Gazing at that beautiful light with admiration, Dehart nodded. In that moment, he was willing to follow any request Sebelia made—even if it meant risking his own life.

“You don’t need to use such a grand word as ‘favor,’ Bella. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Pressing down on his wildly racing heart, Dehart replied gently. In his mind, he imagined various bloody scenarios of how to eliminate Silas.

But Sebelia’s request was far simpler than he expected.

“The thing you proposed to me last night—the idea of taking revenge on those who tormented and pressured me—is that offer still valid?”

“Miss, what do you mean? Revenge?”

Denisa, who had been quietly observing their conversation, couldn’t help but interject in surprise.

Revenge? Surely not revenge against Marquis Wheddon? For Denisa, who only wished for Sebelia to live out her days peacefully and safely, that was far too dangerous.

“Why would you insist on walking down such a thorny path? You promised me—you said you wanted to forget the painful past and live an ordinary, happy life.”

“Yes, I know. I haven’t forgotten. I truly want to live that way, Denisa.”

“Then…!”

“But I’ve realized that a life where you only avoid and run away from conflict can never be truly ordinary or happy.”

Denisa’s face went pale. She clung to Sebelia with tear-streaked cheeks, desperately trying to change her mind. But Sebelia was resolute.

“If my father sets his mind to it, he’ll find me no matter where I hide. You know that, Denisa. That’s why you tried to stop me the day I decided to leave Hillend Hall.”

Hearing this, Denisa finally had no choice but to abandon the plan of fleeing abroad with Sebelia. As he looked at Sebelia with a strange expression, Dehart turned his gaze away from her.

“Answer me, Dehart. Is your offer still valid?”

Sebelia straightened her posture and asked with a graceful yet firm tone. Without hesitation, Dehart got up and knelt before her. His steady blue eyes met hers without wavering.

“There’s no expiration date on a promise made with you.”

He whispered as he looked up at Sebelia. His wildly pounding heart felt as if it might break down at any moment.

“Just say the word, and I’ll make anything come true.”