I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 163

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<Sandra Rolland>

 

Sandra signed with trembling hands. She was no longer a Windsor.

 

“You’ve done well, Sandra.”

 

Finally, all the procedures were completed. Having signed the last document, Sandra felt as if she had aged ten years.

 

“Did it really have to come to this, Carl?” Sandra asked with a raspy voice. She had cried so much that her throat stung. “Everyone’s pointing fingers at me. They’re all blaming me for cheating on a husband like you.”

 

“Well, Sandra.” Carl looked genuinely sympathetic. “It would have been better if you had accepted the divorce earlier.”

 

Initially, Carl proposed a consensual divorce. However, Sandra refused until the end, leading him to file for divorce. And then, he disclosed that Sandra had affairs with forty-seven men during their marriage. He had meticulously prepared evidence and witnesses. Carl really knew everything.

 

Sandra looked at Carl with dead fish eyes. But why did he suddenly push for a divorce? He said it was okay to have lovers, didn’t he? Sandra thought she knew the reason.

 

“It’s because of her.”

 

Sandra knew. After this divorce, Carl would go on a trip with Dana as if to celebrate their divorce. How despicable it was.

 

“It’s because of Danae, right?”

 

Dana. Dana. Danae Windsor. Now, that name was like a nightmare to her.

 

Sandra had tried to kill Dana several times. She had gotten poison from the barbarian shaman who made a potion for Allice. She even had Yoris, her lover, secretly put it in Danae’s tea several times. But Danae still hadn’t died.

 

It was one of two things. Either Danae was resistant to poison or. Yoris betrayed me and didn’t add the poison. It was probably the latter. The day she divorced Carl, Yoris had disappeared like foam.

 

Her heart, worn thin, no longer felt pain. Sandra just calmly realized.

 

“It was because of Danae.”

 

Their divorce was because of Danae, not because of her affairs. After all, Carl was the man who even encouraged her to have lovers. It was because of Danae that she was divorced.

 

“Did Danae tell you?”

 

That Allice’s real father wasn’t Carl, perhaps Danae had said so. Otherwise, why would Carl suddenly turn around and push for divorce!

 

“It was Danae who said it, wasn’t it?”

 

Yes. That must be it. That’s why he became so cold towards me!

 

“Dana told me? Told me what?”

 

“The thing about Allice! Danae told you, didn’t she?”

 

Then, Carl tilted his head. “Are you talking about Allice not being my biological daughter?”

 

“…!’

 

Sandra’s head went blank. Shock coursed through her. She had thrown it out there as a guess, but as expected, he knew. He knew because Danae told him!

 

“Dana would never say such a thing to me.”

 

…What?

 

“Dana hates seeing me hurt,” Carl added as if he found Dana’s concern very cute. “Honestly, she’s just so soft-hearted.”

 

Sandra was seized with pain, staring at Carl, then suddenly felt nauseous and gagged. “Ugh, uurgh!”

 

“Sandra? Are you okay?” Carl hurriedly patted her back. His touch was so tender that Sandra shivered.

 

“Get away!”

 

Slap! Sandra slapped his hand away. She was repulsed.

 

“I knew it! Carl, you have ulterior motives for that girl!”

 

“Huh? Ulterior motives?”

 

“Did you think I wouldn’t know? You actually love her, don’t you? Disgusting, really―!” Sandra’s voice lost its vigor as she attempted to berate him.

 

Carl’s expression was so dumbfounded. “What strange nonsense is that?” He soon let out a bewildered laugh. “Me, with her?” The disbelief in his face, voice, and gaze seemed so genuine. “How could you imagine such a bizarre thing, Sandra. Is your mind a bit off?” He genuinely looked as if he had heard the most absurd thing.

 

Is that so? Was it my misunderstanding? For a moment, such a thought crossed her mind, but Sandra straightened her back and yelled. “You’re the one who’s insane, Carl Windsor! You’ve been chasing after Danae Windsor for years! Acting as if you’d give your heart to her!”

 

“If I could, I would like to do just that.”

 

“W-What did you say?”

 

“I want to give her everything I can. Isn’t it normal to feel that way?” Carl nodded seriously. “There’s just a little over a month left.”

 

A little over a month left? For what? A step behind, Sandra realized.

 

“So, we have to ensure her premature death.”

 

It would be the day of the fifth year of Carl as her guardian. The day he would gain full right to her inheritance. There was just a little over a month left until that day.

 

It was a phrase she had heard several times, but Sandra’s belief gradually faded. It was inevitable since Carl’s attention to Danae was so fervent that it made her nauseating. But was that plan still valid? Was he even counting down to the date?

 

Without further chance to talk, Carl stood up from his chair. “Well, I’ll leave first.”

 

“Carl! Wait―”

 

“Goodbye, Sandra. Take care.”

 

Sandra watched his back and yelled as if cursing. “I’ll tell! I’ll tell Danae that you’re after her inheritance! I’ll tell everyone!”

 

“Do as you wish. But I hope you’ll think carefully, Sandra.” Carl replied with a voice tinged with laughter. “Don’t you have something you don’t want to lose too?”

 

Sandra was suddenly speechless. Her jaw trembled. H-How could he utter such a low, vile threat?

 

“Carl! Wait!”

 

But the door closed. Carl had left the room. He exited in an instant.

 

Why did he leave so hastily? To go to that girl? Because he missed her? Because he needs to go on a trip with her? Because he wants to give her everything? Because soon he’ll kill her? Because he feels sorry for her? Her head was spinning. It felt like a tangled mess. Was that really the case? Or was it all just bravado? A lie?

 

It doesn’t matter. Sandra staggered to her feet.

 

It didn’t matter whether Carl was sincere or not. That he harbored such a plan was certain. She would help ensure the plan to make Danae die prematurely succeed. It had to succeed. She felt she needed to survive.

 

Thinking about Dana and Carl living in that house, sharing similar scarves as now, Sandra felt she would die. No, rather than seeing that, she felt it might be better for her to die.

 

Yes. I’ll help his plan succeed no matter what.

 

Fortunately, Sandra had someone to help. She had various acquaintances, starting from the person who made the potion for Allice―To Allice’s real father. Yes, that man would gladly help.

 

Even if Carl’s heart changes, I’ll ensure his plan succeeds by any means necessary. As an ex-wife, she would ensure he could inherit Danae’s fortune.

 

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The next day, late at night, Dana was still working.

 

“Tell Yoris he’s done a good job sticking by Sandra all this time.”

 

But concentration was hard to come by.

 

“Uncle, in my world, my name was Yeon Dana.”

 

When had she said that to Carl? When exactly?

 

Her head hurts. It had been like this ever since that day. Dana endured the throbbing headache as she continued her work.

 

“Make sure he gets proper compensation. Got it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Meanwhile, Lethe continued his report. “It’s about the girl you rescued from the Kaltusa territory, Milady.”

 

“What about her?” Dana tried to focus.

 

Right, the girl who almost became a sacrifice at the Kaltusa territory. She wanted to see her one last time.

 

“She’d been living without any issues under the support of the Windsor Foundation, but… it seems she ran away recently.”

 

“Ran away?”

 

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll report back as soon as we find her.”

 

Ran away? That girl? Something felt off. A girl who nearly became a sacrifice—she knows how frightening the world can be. Why would she just run away like that? Why?

 

“My name was Yeon Dana.”

 

When on earth did I have that conversation with Carl? No, focus. Stay focused. Dana squeezed her eyes shut.

 

Tomorrow morning, she will leave on a journey with Carl. That would be the end. She had no intention of ever returning to this mansion.

 

Dana planned to steal Carl’s ring and run away. Everything was ready. So tonight would be her last night at the Windsor mansion, which meant she needed to finish all her work before she left. There was no time to be distracted by idle thoughts.

 

“Milady, do you perhaps remember? The letter that exposed the crown prince’s affair.”

 

“Yes, of course I remember.”

 

“I believe we’ve discovered who sent it.”

 

Dana’s head jerked up. “Who?”

 

“It appears to have been sent by…”

 

“…”

 

Dana stared at Lethe with a blank expression. What? Did I hear it right? Is this a joke?

 

No, it can’t be. Lethe was serious. He even seemed certain.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes. Would you like me to explain how I tracked it down?”

 

“Yes.”

Lethe began his report. The investigation started with analyzing the ink used in the letter. After obtaining a list of everyone who had purchased that ink, he traced the tightly interwoven network of connections, and after nearly a year, he finally found a single name. It was a man Dana knew.

 

“It was really him?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Unbelievable. She couldn’t believe it. But Lethe wasn’t the type who would rather not report anything unless he was certain…

 

“Milady?”

 

Dana abruptly pushed her chair back and stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She tossed the words to Lethe and strode away, thinking. Maybe at this point, it doesn’t matter who sent the letter. She’d already broken off her engagement to Raios, and now that letter had nothing to do with her life.

 

Tomorrow, she will leave with Carl. Nothing mattered except getting that ring, even if it meant cutting off his finger. But—

 

Tonight is my last night at the Windsor Mansion. She would never return to this place. So Dana wanted to resolve every lingering question before she left. Whatever it was, all of them.

 

Creak. Dana opened the door. The dark room, illuminated only by the faint moonlight, was Viego’s office.

 

That day, Dana had spent all day sitting at the assistant’s desk, helping with Viego’s work, when she’d finally discovered the letter. It was the letter someone had left behind.

 

As she slowly walked toward the desk, Dana’s thoughts wandered again. This time, about her foresight. That strange ability that had been confusing her for days.

 

There were times when I couldn’t read the future. But she had always been able to read the past. At least until now, there hadn’t been a single time she couldn’t read the past. So, wasn’t this a good opportunity to test it out?

 

Right, I want to clear up as many questions as possible about this ability. She was tired of being at the mercy of abilities she didn’t understand.

 

With that thought, Dana approached the desk. Slowly, very slowly, she laid her hand on it. The day she got that letter—She wanted to see who had given it to her.

 

Show me.

 

As soon as Dana commanded it, like a crashing wave, scenes flooded her vision. It was right here, this place, this desk, but the color of the light coming through the window was different. Instead of the dim moonlight, blindingly bright sunlight poured in. And someone entered the room.

 

Step, step. Polished black shoes walked in leisurely. A gentleman’s cane tapped rhythmically against the floor. Tap, tap, tap… The sound stopped in front of the desk.

 

After a moment, a hand in white gloves gracefully came down. The letter was placed beside the documents. The movement was as clean and calm as the pristine white gloves themselves. Then, without hesitation, the man turned and took long strides away. Five steps, and he stopped immediately. Because the door had opened, and a woman entered.

 

The man, unruffled, slowly put his hand in his coat pocket. It was a calm and unhurried gesture, but it was clearly meant to hide something, even though there was nothing in his hand anymore. It was as if to prevent even the smallest trace from showing on his stiffened fingertips. To make perfection even more perfect.

 

“You arrived early. Sorry for coming late.”

 

At that moment, the woman—she, Dana—smiled carefully.

 

“Brother Viego.”