Don’T Get Caught By Your Husband! [EN]: Chapter 66

Don’t Get Caught by Your Husband! 66. Prayer to God (66/130)

#66. Prayer to God

2024.05.05.

That night, Belladona entered her room and stared at the divorce papers Escalión had sent.

‘What was Volf’s expression when he handed this to me?’ she wondered.

‘I think he felt sorry for me.’

As of yet, none of the other servants besides him knew about the master and mistress’s divorce.

They just thought Belladona was visiting Astanya for the Emperor’s birthday celebration.

‘If they find out we’re divorced later, people will be very surprised,’ Belladona thought, her heart sinking as she imagined Cindy’s face, who knew nothing.

She placed the divorce papers on the side table.

“…….”

Astanya.

The thought of having to return to that suffocating hell already made her feel sick.

Belladona moved her listless body and sat on the chair in front of the window.

Outside, without the curtains drawn, the winter scenery of Griblatta was visible.

It was hard to see well at night, but the white snow must have been piled up beautifully.

‘Will I ever come back here?’

She slowly turned her eyes and took in the appearance of the castle, committing it to memory.

‘If I go straight down this road, I’ll find the training grounds, and if I go the other way, I’ll find the stables. If I go this way, there will be a material warehouse, and further on, there will be the bedchamber.’

In her memory, Escalión was always with her there.

“…….”

Before she knew it, tears were flowing down her cheeks.

She wanted to scream and cry as much as she wanted, but no sound came out of her throat.

‘It’s frustrating…’

Belladona dropped her head, which had been facing the window.

Tears that had been pooling fell onto the back of her hand resting on her lap.

‘Why was I reborn as the Saintess?’

As time went by, the hope of starting a new life was in sight, and just when I thought I was finally happy…

She couldn’t figure out where the happiness she thought she had firmly grasped had gone.

When she opened the palm she had been holding so dear, nothing remained.

‘If this is the case…….’

‘If this is the case, why did you bring me back to life?’

Beyond the feeling of injustice, a feeling of resentment gradually emerged.

She didn’t know who it was, but ‘if there really was a God, why didn’t you just let me die in peace?’

‘Why did you make me be born as the Saintess…’

Belladona, who had been bowing her head and shedding tears, lifted her face.

She put her teary hands together and looked at the round moon visible through the window.

‘God…….’

Belladona sniffled and roughly wiped away the tears that had soaked her face.

She prayed to God with all her heart.

‘If you’re really there, please give me back my voice.’

Belladona closed her eyes tightly and tried to recall the paintings she had once seen in the Vatican [the Pope’s main residence and the Catholic Church’s headquarters].

Numerous frescoes [paintings made on fresh, wet plaster surfaces] and the various images of God depicted there.

The elaborate sculptures that filled the lobby, corridors, and outer gardens of the Vatican.

‘Just once, please let me tell Escalión my true feelings.’

The two hands she had clasped tightly trembled. Belladona let out a choked breath and leaned her forehead against her folded hands.

‘Please, let me stay by his side.’

After that, the prayer continued.

Belladona sat in the chair by the window and looked out for a long time.

The more she prayed, the more clearly she felt what she wanted.

What she truly wanted was her husband, Escalión.

* * *

‘I can’t sleep…’

Belladona, lying straight under the blanket, looked up at the ceiling with swollen eyes.

Thinking that today was the last day for this fluffy bed, warm blanket, and high, antique ceiling, she felt endlessly depressed.

‘Even in Astanya, everything in my room was top-notch, but…….’

Nevertheless, the reason why this room in Griblatta was better was probably because Escalión was with her.

Remembering him laughing in a low voice and pressing his hot body against her, her eyes welled up again.

Belladona, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling and blinking, sighed and got up.

Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, she thought she would open a book.

Belladona, who got up from her seat, picked up any book from the bookshelf on one wall and returned to the bed.

She lowered her head, struggling to read the letters that didn’t come into her eyes properly.

“…….”

‘There’s no way I can concentrate!’

Belladona frowned, closed the cover of the book she was holding, and threw it far away.

With her mind in turmoil, there was no way she could read the contents properly.

After a moment of contemplation, she got out of bed completely and left the room.

‘Should I go down to the dining room and ask for some warm milk? Since it’s a large castle, there must be a servant on duty every night, right? If there’s no milk, then some alcohol…….’

She had to get enough sleep to take the carriage to Astanya tomorrow.

Belladona, who was continuing with various thoughts and worries, slowly stopped walking and looked at the end of the hallway.

“…….”

Escalión’s words that he wouldn’t open a portal to Astanya were false.

She heard the servants talking earlier.

He had hired a magician who was much more capable than the one he had hired when he went to Shirenia with Belladona, and had installed a sturdy portal to Astanya.

She couldn’t understand Escalión’s heart.

‘Does he really think it’s over and is just doing one last favor?’

After a brief moment of contemplation, Belladona impulsively moved her steps.

‘I really didn’t want to bother him today.’

She knew that Escalión extremely disliked being with her, but Belladona didn’t have much time left.

Thinking that today would be the last day he would be annoyed, she felt a little less guilty.

She couldn’t help it even if he cursed her for being selfish.

Belladona missed Escalión very much.

Belladona, who was walking bravely, took a deep breath as she stood in front of Escalión’s room.

‘It’s late at night, so he must be sleeping, right? But I’m still his wife, so it’s not a huge crime to enter my husband’s room as I please……?’

As she was wondering whether to knock or quietly open the door secretly, the tightly closed door opened on its own.

“……!”

‘Oh my!’

Belladona, surprised by the door that had opened on its own, widened her eyes and looked up.

Escalión, in comfortable attire, was looking down at her with one eyebrow raised.

“You’re the only one who wanders around so carelessly at this late hour.”

“…….”

Belladona, looking up at him who seemed somewhat sensitive as if he had just woken up, pouted her lips.

She felt a complex emotion of being sad and resentful that Escalión, who should be showing such a figure by her side, was coming out of another room, but on the other hand, she was very happy and missed him.

“Go back to your room if you’re going to cry. I hate people who cry.”

Shake, shake!

Belladona desperately shook her head.

Escalión, who had been watching Belladona, took a deep breath and stepped back from the door.

“Come in if you feel like talking.”

‘I can’t talk…’

Belladona swallowed the emotions that were welling up hotly and stepped inside.

‘Was he not sleeping? The area near the table was messy. Was he still working even after returning to his room……?’

Escalión, who had passed by Belladona who had stopped walking at some point, plopped down on his bed.

He looked up at Belladona and opened his mouth.

“Why did you come? Go out if you’re just going to keep your mouth shut again. I was just about to go to bed.”

“…….”

“What, did you come to ask me to create an environment where you can make a sound again? Is that why you came? Wearing pajamas that are all see-through?”

At Escalión’s sharp tone, Belladona was startled and looked down.

He frowned and swept back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.

“You better go back and sleep too. You know very well that the road to Astanya is very long. You had a hard time getting to Shirenia last time.”

“…….”

“It’s a waste of time for both you and me to be doing this in the middle of the night.”

‘A waste of time…’

She was sad that the time she spent with him had become a waste of time for Escalión.

Belladona stood still, fidgeting with her hands, unable to approach him any further.

She had come all the way here because she missed him so much, but she felt so pathetic and foolish that she couldn’t say a word in front of him.

‘That’s right, I have to say that I don’t want to break up like this.’

The words that filled her heart were not passing through her throat and continued to swell.

“I told you to go back if you’re going to cry.”

‘Ah……!’

Belladona raised her hands and wiped away the tears that had started to wet her face since when.

‘Why am I crying?’

She was afraid that if she kept crying, he would really send her out. ‘I have to stop quickly…’

“It’s not very pleasant to see a crying face as the last face I see.”

Escalión sighed and took his eyes off her.

He turned his gaze to the wall where nothing was hanging.

‘No, it’s not the last time.’

Belladona shook her head and patted her chest.

The words that were circling inside and not coming out were very frustrating.

Soon, Escalión, who had been sitting still, let out a short sigh and got up from his seat.

“Go. I’ll take you.”

Belladona shook her head violently, stepping back from Escalión who was approaching her.

‘I can’t go like this.’

‘Voice, come out, please come out……!’ Belladona raised her hands and wrapped them around her neck.

‘If I just pass through here, if I just pass through here……!’

Escalión, who had been standing still and watching her actions, reached out with a bewildered face.

“Is it hard to breathe? Why are you holding your neck…….”

“…….”

“Bella, look at me.”

Belladona avoided Escalión’s hand that was coming closer to her and put strength into her throat.

“Hic……. Ugh, n-no…….”

At the thin voice that popped out as if squeezing through her throat, Escalión stopped his outstretched hand in mid-air.

‘It came out! If I do a little more……!’

Belladona raised her head, putting strength into her neck again.

“I, ugh……. I, I don’t want to go…….”

A very terrible voice, completely hoarse and not her usual soft voice, popped out of her mouth.

Escalión frowned as he confirmed the unusual voice.

“Did you hurt your throat? Why is your voice…….”

“I, I can, e-explain……. I, please, j-just……. listen to me……!”