All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“The Holy Grail?!” The thought flashed through Alia’s mind in an instant, but her hands didn’t pause. She kept digging, her heart racing with uncontrollable excitement and curiosity.As the soil was gradually cleared away, a piece of metal came into view. Her breath hitched as she carefully pulled it out. To her disappointment, it wasn’t the legendary Holy Grail but a rusty, ordinary-looking iron plate.“Is this the source of the light?” she murmured, frowning but still remaining cautious.However, there seemed to be something hidden beneath the plate. Alia gently flipped it over, and her surroundings were suddenly illuminated by a dazzling glow. The light wasn’t like any ordinary flame; it radiated a sacred warmth, piercingly bright even in daylight.As Alia reached out to touch it, something strange happened—the light vanished instantly, as if absorbed by her touch.“What’s going on?” she wondered, her thoughts swirling. “Why did it react to me?”With no time to waste, she continued

Marcellus stood at the door, his gaze icy and his tone laced with deliberate mockery. “Elias, I’ve always known about this little hideout of yours, but I never pursued it. As your elder brother, I respected your privacy and let you keep your secrets. But today, it seems I was wrong.”He stepped forward slowly, his piercing eyes sweeping over Elias before his voice shifted, sharp with sarcasm. “I didn’t expect you to use this place for secret rendezvous. And with someone like this,” he said, his gaze falling on Livia. A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “A young man, no less. It seems, as your brother, this is the first time I’ve learned about your… preferences.”Elias’s face darkened instantly. He fought back his unease and was about to explain, but Marcellus raised a hand, silencing him.“Don’t rush to speak.” Marcellus’s gaze locked onto Livia, his smile chilling as it faded. “Let me get a better look at this… ‘young man.’”His eyes traveled over Livia with deliberate slowness, his voi

Marcellus knelt on the floor, his chest heaving violently as though trapped in an invisible cage. He couldn’t refute Elias’s accusations or face Livia’s icy stare. The revelation that both Elias and Livia had read his diary shocked him, though part of him had expected it—Livia’s recent behavior had been far too unusual. Still, when he heard her cold and detached words, “Let’s get a divorce,” it felt like a lightning strike. His body jolted, and his gaze became unfocused.Alia took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice, but the tremor in her tone betrayed the pain buried deep within her heart.“Marcellus, I’ve been through so much over the years. Reading those diaries, seeing the truth… it made me realize our marriage was a mistake. I don’t want to be caught in this endless spiral anymore. Leaving is the best thing for both of us.”Her eyes held a mixture of cold determination and sorrow, as though she was suppressing an inner struggle. No matter who she truly was, one thing was cl

Alia regained consciousness in a haze, her thoughts gradually sharpening. A faint pain throbbed in her head as the sound of dripping water and distant echoing footsteps reached her ears. It felt like she was in a small, enclosed space.She tried to open her eyes but found her vision blocked by heavy fabric. Instinctively, she moved her wrists, only to discover they were bound tightly with coarse rope. Her ankles were similarly restrained, leaving no room for movement, and her body was secured to a heavy chair, rendering her completely immobile.“I’ve been kidnapped,” she concluded swiftly, though her heart remained calm.Taking a deep breath, Alia forced herself to focus. As a former top-tier thief, she had faced situations like this often in her previous life. Escaping wasn’t new to her, though this was her first time encountering such danger as Livia. She immediately began analyzing the situation.“This isn’t a simple robbery, nor does it seem to be about money or… anything worse.”

Marcellus stumbled through the door of his study, his footsteps heavy and unsteady. The dim light of the overcast sky seeped in, casting long, oppressive shadows across the room. The desk was piled high with documents, but he couldn’t bring himself to even glance at them. Instead, he reached into the hidden compartment of a mechanism box and retrieved the object that haunted him—his diary. Its cover was worn from countless readings, the edges frayed by his desperate hands.He slowly sat down, opening the familiar pages. Each one was marked by the force of his pen, the pressure so intense it almost tore through the paper. These words, born of his anguish and struggles, seemed to shout accusations at him, a mirror of his own failings.As he flipped through the diary, he saw the very passages Livia had once read—his cruel words, written under the influence of the “curse,” and his later resolutions after coming to his senses. These pages bore the full weight of his regret, a testament to