After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 333

“He really is a handful sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sebelia said, suppressing a laugh. But Balak shook his head.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Here, this is your room.”

Steadying her shoulders, Sebelia opened the door with an air of composure—though she couldn’t help but gasp.

“Wow…”

The room was beautiful, elegant without being gaudy—just her style. Someone had clearly considered her dislike for anything too flashy: the colors were calm and soothing, the furnishings and decorations of the highest quality.

“If you pull the bell rope, a maid will come right away. And even if not, someone patrols the hall every morning, so you can always ask for anything you need.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Sebelia’s eyes sparkled as she looked around, taking in the unfamiliar arrangement and details so different from Belkram. But Balak lingered at the door, hesitant to leave.

“Balak?”

When she turned to him, he ruffled his hair and spoke almost in passing,

“If you ever want to sneak down the hallway without being seen, the patrol shift changes at five in the morning. You might get away with it then.”

“What?”

“I mean… Well. This is your home, so you can do whatever you like. And, uh, I know I’ve been a little overbearing.”

As Balak ran a hand over his face, Sebelia realized what he meant—he was basically telling her that if she wanted to visit Dehart’s room at night, that would be her best chance.

“What are you even saying?”

She couldn’t keep the laughter in this time. It had only been a passing joke, but he seemed to be taking it so seriously. As Sebelia explained, Balak’s ears flushed red.

“Ahem, well!”

“Still, thanks for the tip, Brother. Maybe I’ll take a late-night walk during that window.”

With his face a little red, Balak busied himself checking the room one last time before leaving. Sebelia saw him out with a smile.

“Everyone’s being so considerate…”

Even as she closed the door and turned away, Sebelia couldn’t shake the sense of happiness bubbling inside her. Her heart was racing as she lay on the bed, almost making it awkward.

To think, she was living days she could have never dreamed of—surrounded by people who truly loved her. Sometimes she could hardly believe it.

And yet, a small doubt crept in: Did she really deserve to be this happy?

Don’t be ridiculous.

She told herself, but the thought kept growing. She thought of gentle, selfless Rossel, and Balak, who might seem rough but loved her deeply. The affection from her cousins was unlike anything she’d ever received from family.

Thinking about them, her throat grew tight with emotion.

“Ha.”

Suddenly feeling overheated, Sebelia sprang out of bed and went over to the window. As she walked slowly across the room, her thoughts wandered.

The kind of affection they showed her was something she had never encountered anywhere else. At first, she wondered if all cousins were like this, but after seeing how Eli and Ryan behaved, she realized the difference.

Their attitude toward her was nothing like that of ordinary cousins. They expected nothing from her, and yet seemed willing to give her everything.

Unconditional and immeasurably deep love—sometimes she found it hard to believe anyone could care that much. Yet whenever she read the letters they sent her, her eyes would naturally fill with tears.

But Sebelia never forgot that this deep, all-consuming love her cousins gave her came from a place of sadness.

It must be their guilt—feeling they failed to protect me—that made them this way.

Her mother, who loved and cherished Balak and Rossel just like their own parents, and the two boys, who promised to protect Sebelia as repayment for that love in their childhood.

Yet, her uncle—her mother’s own brother, whom she’d never even met—had ordered his servant to kill the newborn child as soon as her mother gave birth. The servant, unable to carry out such a monstrous act, left the infant Sebelia at her father’s doorstep.

“……”

The moment her thoughts reached that point, all the warmth and happiness she’d felt just moments ago quietly ebbed away.

With a suddenly chilly expression, Sebelia leaned on the window sill and gazed up at the sky. Her own reflection appeared in the dark, inky glass, her features stark against the night.

She looked into her own eyes as if searching for someone else.

Her eyelids were deeply double-lidded, with long, fluttering lashes like butterfly wings, and below them, her blue eyes glistened like jewels wet with tears. Just like her mother’s eyes once had.

But I suppose I’ll never get the chance to meet your gaze like this, will I?