The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 143 First Meeting

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Esme reached out and gently tapped three times on her forehead. “It’s okay, go back to sleep,” she said.

Isolde chuckled softly. “I’m not a three–year–old.”

Esme smiled. “It’s an old custom. When you have nightmares, you tap your forehead to drive away the bad thoughts in your head.”

Isolde had far too many thoughts swirling in her mind. In the days following her rebirth, she had always been strong, but the darkness of the night had a way of making her weak.

“Would you like to know what nightmare I had?” she asked softly.

“Go ahead, tell me,” Esme replied.

She shifted slightly, saying, “Lie down here, and I’ll tell you.”

Esme hesitated but eventually sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Alright, but Nurse is here.”

In the dim light, Isolde’s face appeared ethereal, like a flower that had been isolated from the world, her pain hidden deep in her eyes, layers of it that nobody could quite understand.

“I dreamed that I didn’t break off my engagement with William. I compromised, let Eleanor become his concubine, and married into the Valen family. At first, everything seemed perfect. I thought everyone treated me well. But the scheming began the moment I entered the Valen family. “I went with William to the battlefield, helping him build his legacy. Oliver died saving me, and Doug was ruined by Milton, dying tragically…”

Isolde’s voice was particularly clear in the stillness of the night, her body trembling as she relived her past life. “My unborn child was cruelly ripped from me and thrown into a fire. I watched it happen, helpless, the pain was unbearable. “I felt like I had no choice but to throw myself into the fire. I didn’t even know whether the child was a boy or a girl…”

Her voice hitched as she gasped between sobs, her body shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. The events of her past life felt like they had happened just yesterday, the pain still raw and the hatred barely suppressed, waiting to explode. “The agony and ugliness of it all made her feel as though she was in hell.

Esme placed her warm hand on Isolde’s forehead, steadying her.

“It’s alright. It’s all in the past now. It was just a nightmare,” Esme’s voice was hoarse, as though she had been crying herself.

leaving her exhausted, but she also felt a sense of release. “By speaking

was better than endlessly ruminating in

had survived her suicide attempt reached Normont Chamber the next

who had called the doctor and saved Nicole, looked almost

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genuinely exhausted and unwilling to cause more trouble. She feared that pressing

her fists, her eyes blazing with rage. “She’s the reason I’m in this mess! She ruined my life, and now she’s still alive–how can I just let it go? If she doesn’t die, I

what can you do?” Matilda

herself. “There’s always a way. We’ll find a

Vance had been busy running around for days.

summoned Ryker to discuss the matter of

responded, “We have some leads.”

Ryker kept his head lowered, showing deference. “If you

had completely surrendered, not for any promised rewards, but for the hope that she wouldn’t revisit his past

entered, smiling as she said, “Vance has

is my mother’s money,” Isolde responded, wincing.

If anything, the charges might get worse,” Esme said, sitting down and pouring

like a father would his daughter, though she had heard

father back yet?” Isolde asked, her heart stirring

It’s only noon,”

“I’ll go to

Esme asked, puzzled.

excitement in her eyes. This thought had

during the day when he was away. Isolde pushed the door open and entered.

as a bed. On the desk were the four treasures of the

inscription on the hilt: “To my husband,