Reborn to Ruin My Husband

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.