I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 115



Only Krnovel

Love
2024.02.23.

As soon as she smelled that pungent smell, Cordelia stood upright. Even without looking, she could vaguely tell what was happening or was happening inside. She turned around and said to Beluche and Gasil.

“I’ll go in alone.”

“Yes. Okay. We’ll wait here.”

The two men waited outside the door without any suspicion, perhaps because they knew that she had rushed here to watch over his deathbed. Once inside, she closed the door tightly to prevent any sound from escaping and took a deep breath.

The place where her father was staying was so narrow and dirty that it was embarrassing to call it a home.

No matter how much the glory of the Vasquez had faded compared to the past, it was not a place where commoners would meet their end. In other words, it was also a place that Pablo Vasquez would never choose to spend his last days.

“Father.”

“Cough.”

Cordelia slowly approached her father who was lying on the bed. The bed he was lying on was so old and dirty that dust flew up whenever he moved. He pushed aside the blanket and straightened his back.

“I got a letter. It says you’re not feeling well.”

“Oh, right. It looks like I don’t have much time left to live.”

Pablo coughed roughly, curling up like a shrimp. Cordelia looked down at him with an expressionless face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to have a grand funeral. All the people of Yevo Delim will weep and throw blue flowers at your father’s coffin.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Pablo shook his body up and down violently. It was quite an energetic movement for a patient who was near death.

“Funeral? Your father is still breathing well, and you’re thinking about getting rid of the corpse?”

“The doctor said he was close to death, and that he was having trouble breathing. I guess you’ve recovered a lot. Did you buy some good medicine?”

If he was really dying, he wouldn’t have drunk so much alcohol that the smell of alcohol filled this small room.

Cordelia snorted. She had never imagined that he would lie about his own life. She was so dumbfounded that she didn’t even get angry.

“I even brought mourning clothes. I can’t wear this.”

“Mourning clothes? Why don’t you pray at the temple so that I can die?”

“I guess you’ve already forgotten that you lied to me about being on the verge of death. I came all the way from Wilas to hold a funeral, even carrying mourning clothes, as a child. Ha!”

What kind of emotion was this?

Cordelia couldn’t help but feel a queasy feeling in her stomach. The depth of the emotion was too deep to be simply hatred or loathing. It was as if she had encountered a spring of hatred that would never dry up.

“Cough, you’re lying!”

“Are you running out of money? I heard from the teacher that you had almost a hundred thousand ringgit, but have you already spent all that money?”

“What kind of arrogant thing is that to say to your father?”

Pablo waved his hand as if it were his habit at her tantrum. But Cordelia was not being helplessly attacked this time, as she had been at the Saracen banquet.

“Ouch!”

The pain she felt when she was hit by the shield was proof of how much violence she had used. Pablo received the full impact of the blow I had thrown. He grabbed his right arm and screamed that he was going to die.

It was so loud that it sounded like he was grabbing a pig’s throat. Cordelia frowned and stepped back a little.

“Your throat is better now. You don’t even cough anymore. I’m so glad, father.”

“You unlucky girl! What’s with all that stiffness when your father is sick? How much did I spend raising you? The clothes you wore, the food you ate. It was all out of my pocket!”

“And now you’re going to show off? Oh my, don’t you get paid for being born into this world?”

Cordelia burst into laughter. Her voice was loud enough that she no longer worried that the two knights standing outside might hear her. The man sitting in front of her felt extremely mean.

“I thought there was nothing more disappointing about my father, but now you’re revealing your true nature.”

“You! Watch your words.”

“Just be honest. Say that you called me here because you ran out of money to buy alcohol. Say that you called me here to extort money, whether it was for giving birth or something else. Then I would have brought more money.” When

she openly laughed, Pablo clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and then his face changed as if he had made up his mind.

“I don’t know about anything else, but I can’t accept the price of giving birth.”

“Well, if I have to pay that price, it should go to my mother, not my father.”

“No. I can’t shamelessly ask you to pay that price when you’re not even my biological child.”

“… … Yes?”

Cordelia doubted her ears for a moment what she had heard. There was a word in the sentence that she had never imagined. When Cordelia was speechless for the first time and just blinked, Pablo’s voice became stronger, as if he thought he had seized the opportunity.

“Your eyes. Do you know how I feel every time I look at those damn green eyes?”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“The Vasquez have had black eyes for generations. My father, my grandfather, my son.”

Cordelia’s mother, Grita, had light brown eyes. Cordelia had resented the fact that her eyes did not resemble those of either of her parents, but she had never doubted her birth.

Whenever young Cordelia would rub her eyes and get depressed, Grita would hug her daughter tightly and say,

“Grandma, she said I had green eyes. My mother said I resembled her, so I have green eyes.”

“Oh, really. The dead Mrs. Manson had brown eyes, just like your mother.”

“… … .”

“Do you know how much pain I’ve endured while watching your eyes, which are nothing but evidence of infidelity, for twenty years?”

He pointed his finger at Cordelia, imitating an extremely bitter emotion.

“Infidelity? You can’t tell just by that. You can’t judge by the color of your eyes, right…?”

Cordelia denied reality with her whole body. The sentences that shook her to her core surged like waves. She forgot how to breathe, so she held her breath for a long time before finally letting it out.

“The man your mother met right before she married me had the same color eyes as you, and it was all a coincidence that you were born prematurely? Hahaha. That’s a coincidence that even a dog wouldn’t believe.”

Pablo was unstoppable, as if he had been waiting for this moment. He pulled out his long fingernails and swung a cruel hand at the woman who had been his daughter for twenty years. Cordelia’s face turned pale as if she was going to collapse at any moment.

“Do you understand now? How much of a favor was it that I raised you? I allowed a dirty bastard who rolled in from nowhere to the Vasquez Castle, and what? Bottom? Money to buy alcohol?”

“… … .”

“I thought I was finally getting my money back from Attila for raising you… … . Dennis said that he came to the inn where he was staying and just yelled at him without manners. And after that, Attila changed his words and refused to pay me, was that all your doing?”

“… … .”

“Don’t just stand there dumbly and answer me! What on earth did you whisper to Attila that got Dennis kicked out of the Order and Attila refused to pay him the money he promised?”

Pablo decided to stop pretending to be sick and jumped out of bed.

His head was dizzy. He wasn’t crying or angry. He just couldn’t handle the situation. I vaguely remember the scene where my father fought with my mother, pointing his finger at Cordelia, who was very young, as if it were a lie.

‘What kind of excuse is this when the evidence of your infidelity is so clear?’ ‘

No, Cordelia is my child and yours! I swear to God. Please believe me.’

‘Swear? Damn it. How dare you say something like that after seeing those disgusting eyes?’

I was too young at the time to know why my parents were fighting. After Cordelia grew up, my father had a change of heart, and he didn’t say anything directly anymore, so I didn’t know even more.

No, maybe he wanted to cover my ears. He didn’t want to believe that her eyes, which didn’t resemble either of her parents, were evidence of her mother’s infidelity.

Pablo looked straight into his daughter’s eyes and said. Her breath smelled of alcohol and her hunched back was unsightly, but her black eyes sparkled like polished beads.

“I did everything I could for you. I fed you, raised you, and even married you off to a good family.”

“Ah… …”

I can’t call him father. Cordelia opened her mouth without a sound and then closed it again. Pablo looked around somewhat frantically. It seemed like he was searching for something or waiting for something. He kept mumbling something in a small voice.

“If you hadn’t done that to Dennis, if Atile had just paid me the money he promised, I wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

Cordelia was still half-conscious and couldn’t hear what Pablo was saying.

Then, a rough fight was heard outside the door. Cordelia turned her head toward the door in surprise, and Pablo quickly grabbed her shoulder. The rough touch made Cordelia frown.

“Listen to me carefully. You’re not Vasquez anymore.”

“Father!”

Cordelia, who had been lost in confusion and despair, suddenly came to her senses and looked at her father. The words that followed were even more cold.

“Don’t worry, I won’t send you any more begging letters. You and I are completely strangers now.”