I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 221

It’s strange how, despite all of life’s ordinary days being made up of nothing but uneventful moments, the ones that stand out in memory are the days with some kind of extraordinary event.

The days when the sun rises and sets without incident feel faint, as if they don’t exist at all. But why does a chaotic day—one filled with a falling star across the sky or a comet passing by—linger so strongly in memory, tormenting us?

The one memory he wished he could forget is the very day that became a chaotic mess.

Herix wondered if this, too, was something designed by the god, Novnie, who now lay in his arms.

Ivonne, Novnie, Ivonne, Novnie.

They are two different beings, yet one and the same—now not in paradise, but asleep in his embrace.

So delicate that no matter how hard he tries, there are gaps in his arms, preventing a feeling of completeness even when he pulls her close. She became a cruel lover who left him wanting more, even as he tightly held her.

Pressing his nose into her soft skin, he deeply inhaled the familiar scent, which filled his chest. He didn’t want to exhale, almost wanting to suffocate himself to keep it in. It was dizzying and intoxicating.

So, Herix, once again, could not resist diving into the warmth of his lover’s embrace, even as dawn approached. If he didn’t continue feeling this warmth, as though she could swallow him whole, if he missed even a moment of this closeness, he feared he might spiral back into the memories of that nightmare, or that distant past he couldn’t even call his previous life.

“Hmm… Herix…”

As the large man tried to open her small body again, her movements, though uncomfortable, were endearing. At the same time, her gentle, unresisting reaction was also charming. Though she wasn’t actively responding, occasionally raising a heavy arm to stroke his dark hair, her sleepiness didn’t stop her from affectionately engaging.

“Sleep… more…”

Just like now.

Once, when he had given her so many rings, all of them fit perfectly, and the weight of them had made her hand feel heavy. She had playfully said that the ring that suited her finger best was Herix’s finger. It was that same hand that held hers with a smile.

During their early married life, Herix had done many terrible things with that hand. He had bitten and sucked her fingers until they swelled and the prints were almost gone. He had let her touch his dirty body, and with that clean, delicate palm, he had poured all his low, vile desires into it, marking her.

And there had been times when, with that hand, he had made her draw on herself, staining her further.

Now, that same hand, which had so forcefully held her, was gently stroking her in return.

“Sleep… sleep…”

What’s surprising is that this actually works. Herix couldn’t resist biting her muttering lips, but Ivonne, perhaps due to her dulled senses, continued speaking. Every word that gathered in her mouth and slid down his throat helped quench the man’s insatiable thirst.

It’s a truly vile and horrific thought, but if possible, he wanted to devour Ivonne completely—from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, leaving nothing behind: not a single hair, tooth, or bone.

And then, he wanted to die in that very moment, dreaming of eternal immortality with her. If he ever told Ivonne this, she would surely be shocked.

‘And then she would think deeply.’

Where did it all go wrong? Was it because she didn’t love him enough? Why did he fall into these thoughts? What was the issue?

‘She’d be upset.’

She’d probably regret her past choices, how she treated him poorly, how she died at his hands, how she disappeared from the world, how she took herself away from him… Perhaps she’d even feel regret.

So, Herix kept his filthy and ugly thoughts hidden deep within. This wasn’t an act of devotion to prevent Ivonne from being sad or troubled. It was simply an obsessive desire to ensure that only love—no other emotion—would arise in Ivonne’s heart when she looked at him.

He couldn’t tolerate the thought of any other feeling coming between them.

He understood after seeing Ivonne’s final decision to abandon her identity as Ivonne and exist only as Novnie.