Reborn to Ruin My Husband

When His Majesty King Dominic Thornfield was attacked, my husband, Roland Wentworth, Commander of the Royal Guard, was busy placating his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who had stormed off in a fit of anger. I did not light the signal flare in my hand. Instead, I used my heavily pregnant body as a human shield to protect the King and help him escape. In my past life, I had lit that flare. Roland abandoned Vivian to rush back and save the King. He was rewarded for his loyal service by being made a Duke Protector. However, Vivian fell into a trap and died on the spot. On the surface, Roland said nothing. Yet, on the very day I went into labor, he threw me into the Beast Dungeon. My face twisted in agony as I demanded to know why. Roland merely glanced at me coldly and said, "His Majesty had plenty of guards around him, so why did it have to be me who came back? You must have done it on purpose, only caring about power and wealth. If you hadn't lit that flare, Vivian wouldn't have died. Whatever suffering Vivian endured, I'll make you pay it back tenfold!" In the end, I was torn apart and devoured by the beasts. Even the child in my womb was consumed completely. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the King was attacked. Chapter 1 I shouted, "Protect the King! Now!" Facing the highly trained assassins in black, I instinctively took a step back. I really was reborn, and at the very moment everything began. When I realized this, I looked down at the signal flare clutched tightly in my hand. While no one was paying attention to me, I threw the flare into a nearby lake with all my strength. Then, I used my body as a shield, placing myself between the King and the assassins he was fighting. As the King looked at me in shock, I endured blow after blow from the assassins. I watched as the confusion in the King's eyes was gradually replaced by gratitude and disbelief. I knew I made the right bet. My husband, Roland Wentworth, was the Commander of the Royal Guard. Normally, he would never leave the King's side. Yet today, when the King was attacked, he was absent. That was because he was busy consoling his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who left in anger. In my previous life, I was afraid he would be punished and had lit the signal flare. However, after he received substantial rewards from saving the King, he believed I was vain and power-hungry, blaming me for Vivian's tragic death. He threw me into the Beast Dungeon he carefully prepared, letting the beasts devour both our child and me. Since I was given a chance to be reborn, there was no way I would walk down the same path as before. I desperately shielded the King. Even as the assassins' blades kept stabbing into my body, I gritted my teeth without making a sound. The King had many guards. As long as I could hold on until reinforcements arrived, I would definitely survive. The King understood this, too. Even though he was reluctant, he could only hide behind me. The assassins also realized I was using myself as a human shield for the King. They exchanged glances and thrust their blades forcefully into my belly. I was eight months pregnant. I felt my child moving in my belly almost every day, and even in my previous life before dying, I heard the baby's cry. This stab somehow felt more painful than being torn apart by beasts in my past life. I wailed uncontrollably, and everything before my eyes turned red as I felt the assassins closing in for the kill. Then, a sharp pain shot through my lower body. It was different from the gut-wrenching agony of my previous life, and I only felt that something very important to me was about to leave me. I reached out to grab it, but all I could touch was the King's bloodstained robe. Before long, chaotic footsteps approached, and I heard the King shouting frantically. "Where are the royal physicians?! Fetch them! Whose family member is this? Someone, come quickly!" I opened my mouth but could only cough out mouthful after mouthful of blood. Yet, the King did not mind at all as he leaned close to me. I used every bit of remaining strength to squeeze out a few words. "I'm the wife of Roland Wentworth, Commander of the Royal Guard." Chapter 2 After saying those words, I could no longer hold on and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. However, the physician kept shouting at me. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Lady Wentworth, you mustn't fall asleep. If you sleep now, you will never wake up. Think of your husband, your child! They are waiting for you!" The King chimed in from the side. "That's right, you have served me greatly. Once you recover, I'll grant you the title of Duchess Protector, with all the wealth and glory that comes with it. As for your child, if it's a girl, she'll be a princess consort; if a boy, he'll become a high official. Hold on! I have already sent for Roland!" Hearing the King say this, I forced a weak, bitter smile. I was not a fool. When I shielded the King from the assassins, I already knew that the child in my belly could not be saved. As for Roland, he would certainly not come. Just then, the person the King sent to find Roland rushed back. He dropped to his knees with a thud, not daring to look at the King. The King frowned, absolutely furious. "Where is Roland?!" The Royal Attendant, Finch Thatcher, trembled. "Lord Wentworth refuses to come, and he said, he said not to use these tricks to gain sympathy." I already knew that Roland's harsh words were definitely more than just that. However, Finch was being mindful of the King's dignity by not repeating them. Of course, in Roland's heart, I was not even half as important as Vivian. Yet I was Roland's legally wedded wife, while Vivian was merely a mistress. For the sake of chasing after his lover, he actually disregarded the King's safety and led the Royal Guard to appease Vivian. Even that signal flare was something I had to kneel before him and beg for before he left. In my previous life, when I lit the signal flare, he called me vain and power-hungry. In this life, when the King sent someone to summon him, he still ignored it. If he loved Vivian so much, why did he marry me in the first place? Rage surged in my heart, and I spat out another mouthful of blood. The physician steadied himself and looked at the King anxiously. "Your Majesty, Lady Wentworth is too agitated. If she doesn't have family by her side at this moment, I'm afraid she truly won't make it!" The King glanced at me and ultimately suppressed his anger. He yanked the pendant from his waist and threw it to Finch. He shouted, "Tell him this is my command. If he still refuses to come, I will have him executed!" The King was truly enraged. He had many guards around him, yet not a single one was present when he was attacked today. I risked my life to save him, yet he could not even summon my own husband. For him, the supreme ruler, this was an absolute humiliation. In my condition, I could not be moved. We were waiting for the life-saving medicine to be prepared. This time, Finch did not come back alone. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a face all too familiar from my previous life, Vivian's maid, Ivy Porter. Actually, Ivy was initially my maid. However, she poisoned my meals when I became pregnant. By the time it was discovered, I was already on the brink of death. I refused to let Ivy go and was about to have her punished to her death when Roland walked in with Vivian on his arm. Vivian sobbed beside him, clutching Ivy's hand as she looked at me pitifully. "Mirella Ashford, how can you be so cruel? You didn't die, did you? Why must you take a maid's life? You're simply too ruthless! Roland, why don't you give her to me? Although I'm just nobody, I can at least spare a maid's life." Chapter 3 Roland turned to Vivian and sighed helplessly. "You're always so kind-hearted. Mirella, Vivian is right... You didn't die, so why make such a fuss? Just give Ivy to Vivian, and don't be so dramatic about things anymore." I stared at Roland in disbelief. I was carrying his child and was nearly poisoned to death, yet he thought that since I was still alive, I should not hold a grudge. It was utterly ridiculous. But back then, I still loved Roland and believed that Vivian clouded his judgment. I thought that as his legitimate wife, I should be understanding and forgiving. That was until one time when I saw Roland talking with Vivian. His eyes were full of indulgence as he said, "Next time you poison someone, be more discreet about it. If you get caught again, I won't help you." Vivian clung to Roland's arm and whined playfully. "I know, I know. Thank you so much this time, darling." Ivy stood beside them, smiling. The three of them looked so happy together, while I felt like I had fallen into an ice abyss. So, from the very beginning, Roland knew everything and even deliberately turned a blind eye. I was the only one kept in the dark. My heart swelled with overwhelming hatred, and seeing Ivy again now made me tremble with emotion. In Ivy's eyes, my reaction looked like a sign of guilt. She was somewhat restrained at first, but now she has become brazen again. She said, "Lady Wentworth, Lord Wentworth said he's accompanying Lady Sinclair right now. As for you, as long as you're still breathing, that's good enough. If you bother him again, he'll divorce you. Not only that, he'll make the child in your belly call Lady Sinclair 'mother'!" She continued, "Lady Wentworth, Lord Wentworth also said he doesn't even like you. He only married you because your family had power and influence to help him advance his career. Now that he's already Commander of the Royal Guard, keeping you around is just an act of charity. If you keep making trouble, you'll be dead before you know it!" After Ivy finished speaking, the King's expression turned completely grim. He smashed the teacup in his hand onto the ground. When the attendants heard the commotion, they all dropped to their knees. However, Ivy remained oblivious. She swaggered up to me and mocked, "Lady Wentworth, I advise you to save yourself the trouble. Your little sympathy-seeking act won't work on Lord Wentworth at all. As for this random man? If you think you can make Lord Wentworth jealous, you're dead wrong." She continued, "If I tell Lord Wentworth the truth... That you disregarded the baby in your belly just to have an affair with this random man... Don't you think Lord Wentworth would tear you to pieces?" Ivy looked triumphant. Just because the King's robe was soiled and he was now wearing ordinary linen clothes, she mistook the King for some random man I found. The King's expression was absolutely terrifying. He laughed coldly and ordered the guards who rushed over to restrain Ivy immediately. Ivy panicked. She finally realized what was happening. However, just as she opened her mouth to speak, a servant covered her mouth and dragged her out. "Have her dismembered, and throw the pieces in front of Roland. I want to see what's so great about this Roland that Lady Ashford must endure such humiliation!" I noted the King's choice of address and blinked slowly. The King now completely separated me from Roland. My gamble did not go in vain. Chapter 4 The medicine the physician waited for was finally ready. After I drank it, I fell into a peaceful sleep. When I opened my eyes again, an unfamiliar maid quickly helped me sit up. She explained, "Lady Wentworth, the assassination attempt on His Majesty is a matter of great importance. His Majesty has already returned to the palace first, but he specifically ordered that you rest and recover here. Once His Majesty has dealt with everything, he will come to see you." I nodded. In my previous life, the King's assassination caused a huge commotion, and Roland's reward was only granted after the investigation was complete. The King was also shaken by the incident, so the fact that he remembered me was already good enough. I just needed to wait patiently for the King to handle everything. I relaxed and was about to speak when hurried footsteps suddenly approached. Before I could turn my head, my chin was gripped by a pair of rough hands. It was Roland. He stared at me with a dark expression. "You really have some nerve, going behind my back to have Ivy killed! Do you know how heartbroken Vivian was when she saw Ivy's body? You evil woman! I must have been blind to have chosen you in the first place!" I was slapped so hard my head turned to the side, my cheek burning with pain. "Is that so? Then let's get divorced!" I wiped away my tears. I held these words in for too long. I originally planned to wait for the King's official order so I could leave Roland with my honor intact. But now, I truly could not take it anymore. The hatred and resentment from my previous life, combined with the pain of this life, overwhelmed me. It was as if I were trapped in a cocoon, unable to breathe or struggle free. Roland, who was so arrogant moments ago, suddenly froze when he heard my words. He frowned and looked me up and down. Just as I wondered what he was planning to do, Vivian appeared. Yesterday's turmoil seemed not to have affected her at all. She was still breathtakingly beautiful. Whenever she appeared, Roland's eyes saw no one else. He carefully pulled Vivian into his arms, and the same hand that just struck me now gently caressed Vivian's face. He asked, "Why did you come? Aren't you still recovering?" Vivian shook her head. "I was worried about you, darling, so I came to check on you. But at the door, I overheard your argument with Mirella, and it was because of me. I don't want to cause trouble between you. Perhaps you should let me go instead. Then you would never be troubled because of me again." As Vivian spoke, she began to cry. Her tears fell one by one onto Roland. Roland was heartbroken and frantically tried to comfort her. "What nonsense are you talking about? You know you're the only one in my heart. She only gets a shred of my pity because she's carrying my child. She's unfit to raise a child. Once she gives birth, I'll give the child to you to raise and elevate you to my official wife!" Chapter 5 I struggled to lift my head. "Official wife? The child? Roland, do you even have a heart! The child is dead! Killed by your own hand as his father!" I gasped for breath, my voice hoarse with accusation. Roland frowned impatiently. "What nonsense are you spouting now? Killing Ivy wasn't enough for you; now you're cursing your own child? Mirella, you've gone mad!" I was extremely heartbroken. I gave a bitter, twisted smile. "How dare you mention the child? What right do you have? Do you even know that it was a fully formed baby? Because of your selfishness, he never got the chance to be born. Roland, don't you fear that child will come for you in your nightmares?!" I screamed the words at him. Roland froze, stunned. He let go of Vivian and stepped toward me. He mumbled, "How could that be? It was eight months along!" I gave a cold laugh and pulled back the blanket, revealing my sunken abdomen. The child could not be saved. When the midwife took him from my body, he was blue and lifeless. Just as Roland's trembling hand was about to reach for my stomach, Vivian cried out. "Darling, I can't hide it any longer. The real reason I left this time was that I caught Mirella with her lover in broad daylight. She lost the child long ago during their illicit affair! If I didn't run, Mirella would have killed me!" She continued, "Think about it, darling. Why did Ivy die? And who could make Mirella defend him with her very life? Clearly, Mirella lost the child long ago and is now framing you to make you feel guilty!" Vivian's words exploded in Roland's ears. He took a step back as a look of realization dawned on his face. He said, "That's right. Vivian's words make sense. You haven't let me touch you since you got pregnant, and it's all because you already had your precious lover!" I laughed, amused by Roland's self-deception. "Today was the King's hunting expedition. The reason I lost our child was that I shielded the King from the assassin's attack. And where were you? Where were you when you should have been protecting the King? If you didn't go chasing after Vivian, our child wouldn't have died!" Tears streamed from my eyes as I shouted emotionally, "Do you have any idea? Our son was so close to being born safely." However, Roland did not believe a word I said. Murderous intent filled his eyes, and he drew the sword from his belt, pressing it against my neck. "King? That was clearly your lover! You and that man, carrying on so shamelessly in the light of day. Did you think I was dead?! If you don't tell me where your lover is right now, I'll sell you to a brothel. Let's see if your mouth stays this sharp then! As for that lover, I will kill him. I'll tear him apart piece by piece!" The cold, sharp blade pressed into my neck. Even the hot blood that welled up could not warm my frozen heart. Suddenly, the sound of powerful footsteps approached. "How dare you! Roland, I am the so-called 'lover' you speak of. Do you intend to tear me apart piece by piece?"