Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day - Chapter 8
Translator and Editor: Effe and Yonnee
For a moment, silence fell between the two of them.
But all that was left was the traitor who was crouching down without even making eye contact.
Again, indescribable anger erupted within Hert.
He’s fed up. His patience has reached its peak. Tessa, who kept her mouth shut and said nothing, was just disgusting to him. Even before, didn’t she feel sad to see her husband’s portrait openly as if she was making fun of him?
Hert wanted to grab her by the neck and crush it right away. Over and over in his mind, he had already strangled Tessa countless times. The woman in front of him was the traitor who pushed his life into the abyss.
‘What the hell am I for…’
At the same time, he was upset. Hert felt like an idiot himself. He couldn’t be so foolish to give the woman another chance, waiting for an answer that would never come back. Stupid bastard. Has he not been able to come to his senses even after being betrayed like that? Hert clenched his fists.
There has never been a more miserable time than now.
In the end, Hert spoke violently.
“It’s like that again.”
“Do you remember what you did to me? No, have you ever felt sorry for me?”
The man’s upper body leaned down menacingly, and the woman with a pale face then raised her head and looked at Hert.
“It’s not just once or twice that you could make a fool of someone! How, every time…”
Hert, who had unconsciously tried to grab the woman’s arm, saw her forearm, which was nothing but bones, and lowered his hand.
“…You make me miserable!”
It was a cold winter.
The girl he loved with all his heart suddenly sold him as a gladiator slave. And in return she became the wife of a wealthy old lord and enjoyed opulence.
When he became a slave that was considered to be less than a livestock, raising his sword to live every single day, she was dressed in fancy clothes, eating delicious food and sleeping in a warm bed. Hert had a hard time accepting it.
At first, he denied that he had become a gladiator slave. It can’t be. This is a lie. She couldn’t have done this to him. This was wrong. It was clear that there was a misunderstanding.
But when he was locked in the basement, he looked through the narrow window and saw how she had donned an expensive dress and climbed onto the carriage with a smile on her face. He saw the name of the one who had sold him in the documents, she even had her handprint stamped on it. He last learned her writing when he read her last letter to him.
He couldn’t help but believe it.
She abandoned him. She betrayed him.
Since then, he has been embroiled in suicidal thoughts several times. A life like garbage. What would be better if he lived longer? After all, what was given to him was the life of a gladiator slave. Cut the opponent, cut again… A life where he has to swing his sword like a clown in front of others until he dies.
He just wanted to kill himself and finally be comfortable. He was sick and tired of living, in this abyss where neither hope nor happiness could be seen. Hert was so exhausted.
But whenever he tried to take his own life, he thought of Tessa. He wanted to know. He wondered why she betrayed him. For what reason had she been so cruel to him? Was he really nothing to her?
So he decided to survive.
Those were terrible days. Through time, Hert learned how miserable a person can be and what a living hell was like.
But still the most terrible thing was that he once truly believed in that woman, thinking she was more than his family.
It’s not even funny.
Being betrayed by the person he trusted the most.
“I want to kill you.”
“But at the same time, I don’t want to kill you. Isn’t it strange?”
Hert slowly approached Tessa and drove her to a corner. Unable to step back any longer as she reached the wall, Tessa trembled with a face that looked like she was about to cry.
“What should I do with you in the future?”
“Huh? Tell me. What should I do with you?”
Tessa’s chest fluctuates up and down at the intimidating tone. She looked up at Hert. The man had a grim expression as if he was about to strangle her, just like the first day.
Tessa trembled and barely opened her mouth. Then she said what she was thinking the whole time she came here.
“Wh-whatever you want… I… It won’t be enough to pay for all my sins, but…”
“Are you going to pay for your sins? How?”
He couldn’t help but snort. Hert thought that Tessa was talking nonsense. What was she going to do about the last seven years he spent in hell? He didn’t even know how she was going to repay in this situation that she had become a widow with nothing to her name.
However, Hert couldn’t help but be flustered by the situation that followed. Because Tessa lowered her body, knelt down on her knees, and touched his pants. Before the buckle could be properly released, Hert reflexively pushed Tessa away.
Tessa fell to the floor on her back. Her face was also full of embarrassment like Hert. It seemed that she had no way of knowing why he pushed her away.
“What are you doing now?”
Hert’s voice rose for a moment at the absurdity of it. Tessa faltered with a lost face than before.
“To Pa, pay you back…”
Pay him back? It was an absurd statement. But then, Hert let out a short smirk. It was because he knew what Tessa was trying to do. Did she mean to pay it back like this?
Hert was dumbfounded. At the same time, Tessa was upset. Just before, he struggled so hard that he didn’t even want to touch her hand, but now?
“Don’t be funny, are you kidding me now?”
“You’re going to do that with me while you hate me, and even if you don’t like my touch? And who told you to do this when—”
“…Do what you want! Just one chance… Please!”
Before Hert could even finish speaking, Tessa hastily answered.
In fact, Tessa wanted to explain to Hert. The reason she rejected him that day wasn’t because she didn’t like him. Even if his hand touched her, it’s not unpleasant.
It was Tessa who was determined to do this before he even called her here early. Whatever Hert wanted from her, she’d give it to him. Even if it’s this insignificant body. To prove it, Tessa again touched Hert’s pants.
However, the buckle didn’t come off as easily as she thought, either because she was nervous or because she thought she had to prove it in a hurry.
Tessa struggled with her trembling hands to somehow untie the pants. The problem was that the desperate touch even more disturbed Hert’s heart.
‘How did you end up like this?’
When Hert thought that she wasn’t acting as he thought she would, it was clear that she was using other tactics to preserve her comfortable life as a noblewoman. Because of this, his displeasure soared. He couldn’t shake the thought that Tessa was doing this to take advantage of him. Who is the one who is crazy with lust?
It was, of course, a purely impulsive accident that he tried to pounce on her on the first day. There was no time for him to think calmly as he was consumed with anger and reason at Tessa, who endured without telling the reason for the betrayal to the end.
Hert thought about it that far and hesitated.
Did she really have no idea? A simple impulse?
Hert looked down at Tessa, who desperately clung to his trousers and unbuckled them. As delicate, slender fingers gripped his thighs and pelvis and fumbled at his center, an unknown feeling inside stimulated him. Even seeing the collarbone of the woman through her nightgown, blood started pooling down his lower body immediately.
In fact, Hert had never held a woman before, and he had no experience of flesh-to-flesh with a woman.
Of course, this was not to say that his impulse was completely absent.
The battlefield he rolled on was a place where dozens or hundreds of people died every day. At first, even normal soldiers would go crazy if they smelled blood for several months, moving between life and death.
For such people, the military command has deliberately brought them to the battlefield on several occasions. The soldiers then relieved their stress by holding women like animals.
But Hert didn’t. If he crossed that line it must be because he really felt like he was going to be a beast. Perhaps he was close to believing so. Most of all, whenever he saw women, he would think of someone else and he couldn’t even make eye contact properly, so he was called a eunuch among his colleagues.
But now that he came here, it was just unfair. What was he protecting his virginity for? The woman he thought he would be with forever betrayed him and she had long been the old man’s wife, and he knew it. Even now, she’s seducing him first by sitting between his legs.
Impulsively, he said.
“…Sure. Give it a try.”
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