To My Husband's Mistress - Chapter 2 Part 2

“Did I just inquire about sending a message to your home? I apologize, but in truth, the message has already been sent two days ago.” 

“What…?” 

“Lady, you have been on the brink of death for nearly a week. During that time, our people have already visited both House Violet and House Winchester.” 

It was a serious matter. Leticia’s face turned pale at the thunderous revelation. 

“Originally, it would be proper to send the message to House Winchester first, but here, House Violet is much closer. However, our messenger who arrived at House Violet first encountered a setback.” 

Why would that be? Langry asked naturally, tilting his head. 

“I… I’m not sure.”

Did she go shopping again? Her stepmother, Jenia, had a great fondness for shopping. 

She was like a magpie in her past life, obsessed with shiny things. It wasn’t incomprehensible, but the problem was that she was excessively enthusiastic.  

Looking at her hair ornaments, earrings, necklaces, rings on each finger, and shoes adorned with numerous jewels, she had always wondered. Is it a decoration to look beautiful, or an attempt to blind the eyes of the beholder?

Nevertheless, Leticia gave up her father’s inheritance without any complaints. She even gave all the money that Aster had belatedly repaid to Jenia. 

It was a form of atonement. As she was the culprit who caused her own family to go bankrupt. 

“Oh dear. It seems that you have no idea at all,” Langry said, looking at her as she just got up from the sickbed. 

“When our messenger arrived at House Violet’s residence, the host was absent. When asked where she had gone, he said it was a funeral.”

Was it because of her mood? She had a foreboding feeling. A strong sensation that another clue was waiting for her. 

“Did she happen to attend someone’s funeral?”

However, Langry confirmed her premonition. 

“Unfortunately, the host’s eldest daughter passed away.” 

“What? Me?” 

Leticia was dumbfounded. 

“Yes, it was you. The daughter had been suffering from severe depression for a long time, and her condition worsened after her father’s funeral. On that day, she came to her family’s home, crying and saying she missed the deceased, and in front of her stepmother, she jumped into the river and ended her life.” 

“Depression? I have never experienced such a thing! And of course, I have never tried to commit suicide!” 

“But she left a suicide note. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

Leticia was stunned. She was certain that she was pushed into the river by her husband’s mistress. 

But in Langry’s story, she became the woman who committed suicide following her deceased father.

‘Come to think of it, didn’t Rianca mention something about a suicide note?’ 

She was completely taken aback. To think that she was not only robbed of her husband by that wicked woman, but her will was also manipulated as she pleased. It made her furious, but there was a part that bothered her. 

“I… I jumped into the river in front of my stepmother?” 

Not Rianca? 

“Yes. That’s how it was publicly known. Thanks to that, the Count’s wife, who witnessed the suicide scene of her stepdaughter ‘directly,’ was greatly shocked. She collapsed after crying and clinging to her son-in-law’s arms throughout the funeral.” 

She was beside herself with anger. She didn’t know why, but it was clear that Jenia had completely sided with those scoundrels. The reason she lied about witnessing Leticia’s death was obvious. 

‘If she told the truth, Aster and Rianca would surely be suspected.’

Aster was deeply infatuated with his mistress. He didn’t even try to hide it, as if he considered it the love of the century. 

In the Northland social circle, it was not a big flaw for a man to have multiple mistresses. But killing his legitimate wife was a completely different story. 

If Rianca was the last witness, people would surely have speculated. They would say that she aimed for the position of the legitimate wife and pushed Leticia into the river.

‘Indeed. That’s why he would have tried even harder to avoid suspicion.’ 

Even Aster may face charges of conspiracy. He might even be implicated as the mastermind behind his wife’s murder and be subjected to investigation.

‘So, did they involve Jenia?’

No one suspects a grieving widow. Especially one who had recently lost her husband and then had to hold her stepdaughter’s funeral— someone like Jenia.

What did they offer Jenia in exchange for her lies? Money? 

‘Rather, could Jenia really be the true culprit who killed my father?’

How did Rianca know that fact? Leticia’s mind was in complete disarray. 

But now, the most important thing to take care of was her own safety. 

“By any chance, have you already informed the house? That I am not dead…?” 

Trembling, Leticia asked with parted lips. 

Rianca Snoweider was more ruthless, cunning, and cold-blooded than she had thought. If she found out that Leticia was alive, she wouldn’t just let her go. 

Surely her life would be in danger once again. 

“I’m not sure. How do you think the messenger would have acted?” 

With a sly smile, Langry instead asked. His attitude seemed as if he was indifferent to the urgency on her side. 

“…Please, tell me. It’s a matter of life and death for me.” 

Leticia desperately suppressed the emotions that made her feel like running away immediately and bowed her head. In times like this, she had to think rationally.

In Langry’s perspective, it was appropriate to be a bystander. He was neither a citizen of the Northland Empire nor was she someone he knew personally. 

‘Perhaps he might regret saving me,’ Leticia thought, her heart pounding as she anxiously awaited his reaction. 

“You seem composed. Even though you must have been shocked to hear such news as soon as you woke up.” 

Langry finally spoke, looking at her with a strange expression. 

“Well, if it were an ordinary messenger, they would have immediately gone to the funeral in that situation. And they would have informed the grieving husband and mother. Since you are not dead but alive, they would have told you to come and get you.” 

It was the expected answer. The moment Leticia’s eyes filled with despair, tears streamed down her face. 

“…But someone who is so oblivious wouldn’t be able to work under Lord Sion.”

Her ears perked up at those words.

“Lord Sion, who witnessed the Lady’s stab wound, found it strange. That’s why he gave instructions when sending the messenger. If anything seemed suspicious, without saying a word, they were to come back immediately.” 

Langry continued, a cat-like smile on his face. 

“The messenger didn’t say a word to your immediate family. Instead, they pretended to be a mourner and returned with a bouquet of lilies. The funeral is already over, so officially, you are deceased.” 

Finally, all the tension in her body was released. She realized that she had been on edge without even realizing it. 

“Oh, no. Blood again…” 

Langry sighed and handed her a basin and a towel.

“I should help you, but since it’s a wound, it’s appropriate for a doctor.” 

“Thank you.” 

Leticia replied, taking the towel. Her hands trembled slightly as she pressed on her wounds. Although the immediate danger had passed, she couldn’t help but feel scared and overwhelmed by what lay ahead.