My Husband’s Second Personality Loved His Sister-in-Law novel Chapter 17

Chapter 8

In the spring of the next year, I bore boy and girl twins.

Gazing at their wide, curious eyes and drooling smiles, I could not hold back my tears.

Roland cradled them, fumbling to wipe my face, murmuring words of comfort.

I laughed through my sobs, brushing my cheeks. “Why blame yourself, love?”

He rested his hand on me, eyes red, murmuring, “You’ve suffered greatly to give me these children.”

I collapsed into his arms, my heart light with joy.

Prince Edmund sent silver charms, engraved with the christening names I gave our twins in our past life.

Feeling ill-omened, I melted them down, gifting them to an alms-house for foundlings.

Edmund had long been bedridden, lingering in torment, unable to rise yet unable to die.

Before Lady Eleanor’s lying-in, the queen’s guards caught her in adultery. Servants bore Edmund, frail and fading, to witness the shame.

Worse still, her lover was the profligate baron who, in our past life, had beaten her to death.

The baron, weeping for mercy, spilled a flood of secrets.

Eleanor’s child was not Edmund’s but sired by a duke, a rival for the throne.

She had pledged herself to Edmund while yielding to the duke, hoping to secure her child’s legitimacy.

When the duke fell, imprisoned for treason, she turned to the ailing Edmund, seeking to pass the child as his.

In our past life, my presence thwarted her, and she was hastily wed to the baron. He, a wastrel lost to debauchery, never touched her.

At her lying-in, he saw the child’s term and, in rage, struck her down.

Learning this, Edmund collapsed, senseless.

Physicians toiled to revive him, and he gasped awake, his strength spent.

With his final breaths, he uttered two commands: “Condemn Eleanor and her child to death.”

And, to me, “I am sorry…”

I scoffed, packing my trunks. With Roland and our twins, I boarded a carriage bound for our fief in Eldwood.

Henceforth, our lives would be safe and serene.

Chapter 8

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Chapter 1

To save my imprisoned family, I married the Chamberlain-the man who held sway over the entire kingdom.

On our wedding night, my husband, brimming with fervor, having sex with me again and again.

Each time, he nearly lost control.

But the very next day, the royal decree for the execution of the entire Veyne family arrived at Veyne Castle.

I knelt outside my husband’s chambers for three days and three nights, begging for mercy.

He merely looked at me coldly and said: “Ten years ago, if it weren’t for your father’s treachery, the Kreston

family wouldn’t have lost one hundred and eight innocent lives.”

“I wouldn’t have been sent to the royal palace to serve the king like a dog.”

“This is nothing but retribution-blood for blood.”

For the five years that followed our marriage, he kept me imprisoned in the rear courtyard, tormenting me

day and night.

There were moments when I wanted to die, but I clung to life for the sake of the five-year promise I had made

to my mother.

Until he, for his lover, forcibly ended the life of the seven-month-old child growing in my womb.

At that time, there were still seven days left until the end of the five-year promise.

Seven days later, at the top of Nocturne Tower, I stood on the edge, swaying precariously.

His face had gone pale as he dropped to his knees, begging me not to jump.

When Vance kicked open the door, I had just finished placing the candles before our child’s tiny mourning

jewelry.

He seized my wrist, his expression fierce.

“Selene, how dare you!”

“I told you before-don’t make trouble for Lena. And yet you keep provoking her again and again.”

“Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”

He shoved me violently.

My forehead slammed into the wooden table behind me, and a swollen lump quickly formed.

But I barely felt the pain. Slowly, I knelt in front of him and pressed my bruised forehead to the floor.