Chap 2

Spending the night with him was only to meet her child.

"Asiel, my baby."

If only she could see the child she loved more than her own life again.

Before the regression, she had spent nights with a husband who might have killed her.

Second Wedding Night

Today was the day Herdin returned to the townhouse after nearly a year.

It was the first time since Asiel was born.

Blair had personally chosen the dress and jewelry she would wear today. It was a rare occasion.

After getting ready, Blair entered the room connected to the bedroom. There was a small cradle there.

The baby in the cradle wasn't crying at all. Instead, with hands like ferns, the baby awkwardly moved, playing with a mobile.

Blair automatically smiled softly and picked up the baby.

"Our baby, you were playing so well without crying, huh?"

"Woong. Euewoo! Eububu!"

In her mother's arms, the baby laughed and made incomprehensible babbling sounds, as if it knew it was the day to meet its father and was in a good mood.

But Blair's pupils were filled with bitterness as she looked out the window while holding the baby.

Shortly after Blair became pregnant, Herdin had left for the Delmarc Duchy in the north.

He had put forward the pretext of going to hunt fierce monsters every summer, but Blair knew he was leaving to avoid the unwanted marriage.

Despite that, every day, Blair would pray for the safe return of the ship that was called day by day, touching her growing belly.

Her husband was the only Swordmaster on the continent with the power of a Divine Beast. He was strong enough to be known as a war hero. But still, she couldn't help but worry.

On sleepless nights filled with worry, Blair sent letters to him every time he appeared in her dreams.

The baby inside her belly was growing healthy. She hoped he had also returned unharmed...

But not a single reply had come back.

She thought no news was good news. After all, he was the lord of the vast north, so it was natural for him to be busy.

...That's what she had to think.

Time passed like that, and the summer and autumn, when fierce monsters roamed, gave way to winter, which was approaching.

Until then, Herdin still hadn't returned to the capital.

During that time, the baby in her belly continued to grow, and its movements became stronger day by day. It seemed like it was searching for its father.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my baby....'

Here's the English translation of the provided Korean paragraph:

The child who couldn't receive love from their father was pitiful. It felt like it was all my fault, and my heart ached.

So, one winter day, about six months after he left, Herdin came down to the capital.

He said he was only here briefly for something at the palace and expressed his intention to return to his estate without stopping by the mansion.

Upon hearing this news, Blair, with a body that had become difficult to even go out, suddenly went to see him.

It had been half a year since they last met.

But when he looked at his wife, whom he hadn't seen in six months, his blue eyes were as cold as a frozen winter lake.

"Why are you here? Your body must be heavy enough as it is."

In front of his silent reprimand, the words that I had wanted to say, "I missed you," couldn't be uttered.

In front of him, she always became a sinner.

Despite having forgotten any resentment or sorrow, her heart that continued to beat for him was miserable.

Blair suppressed her emotions and opened her mouth with a calm expression.

"Herdin. Can you spare just one hour, no, thirty minutes…?"

The voice that started calmly was subtly trembling as it finished the sentence.

Herdin, who was looking at Blair like that, reluctantly nodded.

The two of them got on the carriage. Blair had the time until they arrived at the Delmarc Duchy from the palace.

In the silence filled with only the sound of the carriage, Blair's anxious fingers fidgeted. It seemed like there was a lot to say, but when she actually faced him, her mind went blank.

At that moment, the baby in her belly began to move. It was a strong movement, as if it wanted to let its father know of its existence.

Blair wrinkled her forehead and held her belly.

"He seems healthy, resembling his father. The kicking is so strong that it's hard to sleep at night."

"Is that so?"

"Would you like to feel it once…?"

"…No, it's fine."

In the face of his response, which was as unfeeling as if he were dealing with someone else's child, Blair fell silent.

She had hoped he would understand her pain even a little. Maybe she wanted to be childish, not knowing whether she wanted to throw a tantrum.

Throughout her pregnancy, she had always been like this, but as the day of delivery approached, her fear of childbirth grew.

Other nobles had heard the story that their birth mothers would be by their side and had cautiously asked their birth mothers as well.