Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 31: [] What’s wrong with this guy?

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Noébian stood rooted to the spot, watching his mistress walk away.

'Just because I love you... doesn't mean you can treat me however you want.'

"What a joke."

How dare she say such a thing, when she had practically begged to be his? Noébian's thin lips twisted into a sneer. He had dressed her in fine clothes and told her he was sorry, but she was clearly ungrateful. Straightening himself slowly, he adjusted his clothes as if nothing had happened and stepped out of the darkness.

Leaning against the third-floor railing, Noébian's eyes darted down, following the woman's retreating figure.

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I walked out into the crowd, feeling a wild excitement. To calm my pounding heart, I looked around for a moment and turned towards a secluded garden. After the kiss I shared with Noébian at the victory celebration, the palace hadn't been a very pleasant place for me, but I felt like that would change after today. If not for that incident, the palace would have been a place of excitement for me. Regardless of my feelings, my feet naturally followed a familiar path.

Leaving the bustling Atılchad Hall, I walked along the path of the secluded garden until I reached a cluster of palaces for guests. The most secluded palace was small and old, almost like a ruin, and its small garden had more green trees than flowers, so no one visited except for the gardener who came once a month. I called it the "little forest." When I was young, I would sneak into this place while waiting for my father when I visited the palace. There was always a sense of "peace" here. Once my perfect lover and husband, Noébian.

As my thoughts inevitably turned to Noébian, I stopped at the entrance to the "little forest" and bit my lip. The early winter night was quite chilly, and the entrance to the small forest was covered with tough green vines that could withstand even the winter, exuding a fresh green scent. It was a nostalgic scent. It was perfect for calming my excitement, but at the same time, it brought back memories of Noébian, which made me sad.

'I hate Noébian so much I want to kill him, but I can't hate the old An.'

I had to admit it. I had loved him for a very long time, and that's why it hurt so much. I clenched and unclenched my fists meaninglessly. It was only natural to feel pain if I wanted to completely erase Noébian from my heart.

'So it's only natural that it's so painful.'

No matter how hard I tried to forget, I couldn't get rid of the old memories of Noébian. Forgetting those memories was the same as forgetting all the happy days of my childhood as Adrien.

'I'll make Noébian Trovica suffer miserably later. That won't change.'

Although I tried hard to steel my heart, I felt a sudden sense of emptiness as the colorful memories of happiness turned into black and white. Remembering the time when he was my first love and lover, I finally took a step forward, but there was an unexpected person in the lush little forest.

"...Second Prince?"

Roardnes was leaning lazily against the largest tree. His elegant military jacket was unbuttoned, and his shirt was so disheveled that it looked like he had been rolling around with someone. Remembering his reputation as a playboy, I naturally looked around. Contrary to my expectations, there was no woman with a similar disheveled appearance.

'He smells of alcohol...'

I seemed to remember him drinking from a bottle that an attendant had brought while talking to the Emperor. Did they have a bad conversation? He seemed to be staring blankly at me, as if he were in a dream, even though I called out to him. How did he know this place? Or rather, was it a strange question to ask a prince who had lived in the palace for over 20 years? Feeling a little embarrassed, I spoke to him first.

"How did you... Your Highness? You seem quite drunk."

"No, no... Sit."

He was drunk, alright. Roardnes was always so arrogant and rude, but he had never looked down on me. Seeing this human side of the beautiful prince, I couldn't help but smile a little.

'He's out of his mind.'

Seeing his face flushed red from drinking, my heart, which I had barely calmed down, started to beat rapidly. It was the first day since my reincarnation that I had accomplished something, so should I humor him a little? If it hadn't been for his help, I wouldn't have been able to see Noébian's expression like that. Maybe it was thanks to this man that I got more attention and the offer to become the Crown Princess's maid. Thinking that, I sat down beside him, slightly apart. When I sat down quietly beside him, the beautiful prince's drunken ramblings fortunately quieted down. And that brief silence felt strangely ticklish. I felt my heart beating faster and placed my hand over my chest. Was something wrong with my heart? I seriously thought I should see a doctor, but suddenly, I heard a rustling sound from the nearby bushes, and a huge fur ball popped out.

"Ah!"

Woof! Woof! Woof! Yelp! Yip! Yip! The huge fur ball turned out to be a big dog. As I stood there dumbfounded, the big dog rushed towards me as if it had reunited with its owner after years of separation, and licked my neck and face, whining. I tried to calm the dog down by grabbing its body and looking into its eyes. And then I immediately had to pat my startled chest.

"He looks so much like Cowan."

The dog in the palace, Cowan, who 'An' had secretly raised, had fur that was a golden color very similar to this dog's. I wondered if Cowan was doing well. I heard he was taken to the northern Trovica territory because I was worried about him. I wanted to spoil this dog as much as I spoiled Cowan, but I shut my mouth, feeling Roardnes's dull gaze. Instead, I pulled the huge dog into a hug and petted it enthusiastically.

"Oh, he's so cute. What a lovely dog you have, Your Highness."

"..."

"You're so cute!"

Although I spoke brightly, there was no response. When the huge dog whined and clung to me, not at all fitting its size, I petted it even more enthusiastically and cooed softly. But Roardnes, who was beside me, was strangely too quiet. And then, suddenly.

"...Adrien."

A low voice that instantly took my breath away. The fresh air of the "little forest" became heavy at an alarming rate. My hand, which had been petting the fur, felt slow, as if it had sunk into a deep swamp. My heart was pounding in my ears. I thought maybe he was just drunk again. Trying to think that way, I avoided looking at him.

"Adrien..."

The rough, dark voice pierced my ears once more. It was a voice that I couldn't ignore. The night I went to my own funeral, the name I had called out in the cold night while waiting alone for Noébian, the same name echoed in the silence of that night and now, scratching at Roardnes's throat like a plea. My heart started to race wildly. There was no doubt about it, Blier Acacia definitely had a heart problem. I pressed my sweaty hand against my chest and slowly turned my head toward the voice.

"!"

When I turned around, I saw a pair of red eyes that were too clear and sharp to be dismissed as mere drunkenness. Between him and me, only silence flowed.

"...Strange."

His eyes, shining under the shade of the tree, were enough to frighten anyone, but his face looked as fragile as if it were on a frozen lake. I wasn't the only one trembling visibly. His body, which was originally tall and sturdy, standing indifferently among the nobles, was shaking slightly. His normally clear whites were filled with bloodshot veins, not just fatigue.

"Am I... truly mad?"

And as soon as he finished speaking, tears streamed down his eyes, one after another. I had already seen this man crying at my grave from a distance, but this was the first time I had seen his tears up close.

The sight of a man, shining brighter than the dim moonlight, shedding tears with a red face was almost like a fantasy.

"If I'm not mad..."

I stared blankly at him, my face looking as if I were the one crying. I couldn't see myself in a mirror, but I was sure that was how I looked. It felt like someone was grabbing my tear ducts and my face and twisting them. His tears, which were so close, were so tragic and beautiful that they shook anyone's heart.

"Why do I see..."

His gaze, wildly searching my face, bound me as tightly as ropes.

"Why on earth..."

I could say nothing, just stared at him blankly.

"I... I see you as Adrien."

Roardnes, tearing his gaze away from me, said miserably, burying his face in his hands. The image stabbed my eyes. It felt like someone was grabbing my brain and kneading it, and squeezing my neck. At the same time, an indescribable, strange sadness hit me. Oh, why this man. Why this man. What are you? What are you? The words I had longed to hear from the husband I had loved almost all my life. Those words that I had always suppressed inside me finally burst out. And finally, my cheeks were wet. I was more shaken than I expected myself to be. Seeing Roardnes so tormented because of me, who didn't even know who I was, I naturally thought of the past times I had cried because Noébian couldn't recognize me, and I began to gasp for breath. It was as if I had drunk too much champagne at the party hall, my head spinning and my heart pounding from my toes to my head. That's why, perhaps...

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"...What if I were Adrien?"

Quickly wiping away the tears from my cheeks, I blurted out words I couldn't even understand myself, driven by impulse.

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