178: 52 A Shame Secret

52 A Shame Secret

The Queen‘s POV

“Why did you do that? She was my most trusted maid. She was already engaged, and I promised her that she would leave the palace and get married when she was 22. She didn't want to sleep with you, but you still raped her!”

My chest heaved with anger.

He coughed and made what sounded like a laugh. “I am the king, and no woman can say no to me.”

I sneer. Yes, he never forgot that he was a king with supreme power.

He is the most sober and selfish person I have ever met. In order to have power forever, he devoted himself to the study of the Elixir of Life. He wanted to wear the crown forever, not even caring if his sons lived or died.

No one can live forever. He is ill now. He will die soon.

“My son... he wanted to see his father before he died, but you didn't care about him at all.” I gritted my teeth and thought again of my son's face turning red with fever.

“He shouldn't be my son. When a son grows up, a father grows old. Old people can't keep power.”

I closed my eyes in despair. I shouldn't have expected him to have a conscience.

I looked at him. Even though he is middle-aged, he still has a handsome face. When I was young, he came to my house with many precious gifts, got down on one knee, and wooed me. I covered my mouth and cried. No woman can refuse the ring of a handsome young king.

But after marriage, his tenderness, care and love all disappeared. I know for the first time that men can change so much after marriage.

Marriage is sometimes a sham.

After all these years, I've had enough! He kept looking for young girls to have s.ex with. He traveled to the south and cheated a dozen women with his lies. When I received the news, I really broke down, but I still had to pretend not to care.

Then he got even worse, and he even turned his attention to Mrs. Rodriguez.

Why? Why?

Because Mrs. Rodriguez rejected him when she was young, so he had to make her submit to his crown?

At first, I felt sorry for Mrs. Rodriguez. I think it's unfortunate to be stuck with a jerk like my husband.

But later, while I was sorting through old books in his study, I found his personal diary from his adolescence.

His diary details his desire for Mrs. Rodriguez from the age of 16.

He would stalk her, collect her used handkerchiefs, and even bribe her servants for her used underwear. He was like a rumored pervert, sniffing her clothes at night and masturbating.

But he remained noble and humble in front of everyone. He is the son of a concubine. At first, the ministers thought he was unqualified to be the king, but when the last king died suddenly and his brother was blinded by drugs, he got his chance.

In his first few years as a king, everything he did was perfect. He reduced taxes, cared for the poor and built schools. Everyone praised him as a good king and believed that he would bring prosperity to our country. Everything he did was highly commendable, and everything he said in public was amazing, as if he'd practiced it a lot in advance.

So, when I married him, women all over the country were jealous of me.

But I soon realized something was wrong. He is warm on the outside but low on the inside. His inferiority complex led to his paranoia and madness. He was so afraid of losing his power that he would try to kill people who were called heroes by the people. In his eyes, only the king is worshipped, no one else.

As time went on, the anxiety in his heart became more and more serious. He became obsessed with s.ex. The rape and deception of women gave him a sense of accomplishment and eased his insecurities.

Only a jerk would prove himself by bullying a woman.

Looking at his diary, I felt a spasm in my stomach. I covered my mouth to keep it from spitting out.

“What are you doing?” He found me reading his diary.

“I. . . I didn't.” I frantically hid the diary behind me.

“It's nothing,” he said softly, and then he moved slowly toward me, his arms wrapped around my body. His hand came behind my back and took the diary in my hand.

“She's beautiful, isn't she?” He continued, as if discussing a happy event with me.

“But she married Sir Rodriguez last month. What a shame.”

I dare not speak.

He touched my eyes. “You have really beautiful eyes, just like hers.”

I feel like I've been struck by lightning.

What does he mean? Did he marry me just because of my family's wealth and my eyes?

My eyes look like Mrs. Rodriguez's?

I felt sick. I looked at him with disgust in my eyes.

“You're my Queen, you shouldn't look at me like that.” My insubordination irritated him. He laid me roughly on the table, ripped off my underpants, and entered me roughly without getting me wet.

It was the most painful s.ex I've ever had.

That night, I knew I had married a madman. Not only did he not love me, but he used me as a stand-in for that woman.

I hate them.

……

The following year, Mrs. Rodriguez gave birth to a son, and three years later, she gave birth to Nuri.

The king had no chance of seeing her. He never mentioned her again. I thought he had forgotten her, but I didn't think he still couldn't.

More than a decade later, at a party, I had a bad feeling when I found out that Mrs. Rodriguez had been gone for too long.

“Where is the King?” I asked one of the guards.

“Your Majesty, the King said he had a headache and he left the party alone.”

Damn it!

I took some of my most trusted maids and searched the palace for them. I'm not trying to protect Mrs. Rodriguez, I just don't want my damn husband to succeed.

I want him to die without getting the woman he wants!

I met a boy with a flustered look on his face on the road. I can't remember his name, but I know he has discovered the secret of shame.

Fortunately, I arrived in time. I let Mrs. Rodriguez left the room, giggling at the king's angry eyes.

“Sir Rodriguez and his two sons will not spare you. Even if you are King, you will not get the woman you fancy.”

I left laughing.

A few days later, news came that the king and Werebear had signed a contract. Knight Rodriguez and his eldest son died on the battlefield.

I was quietly admiring my nails and listening to the maid report on what had happened to the Rodriguez family.

When I heard Mrs. Rodriguez was dead, I sneered.

She was so much luckier than I was, and even though her life was shorter than mine, she had a happy family, and I was going to live in a palace that was like hell.

I know the king wants to destroy the Rodriguez family because they have too many knights. Their power was so great that the king could not sleep at night. He had been looking for a way to kill Knight Rodriguez. I guessed his possible plan, but I didn't think he would resort to the most despicable one. 0

It's really vicious to let a soldier who fights for his country die in the country's betrayal.

Although many people say I am a bad person behind my back, I am not as evil as my husband.

Maybe the world really does have retribution. After the death of Sir Rodriguez, my husband became very ill. He had to lie in bed and take medicine every day to keep alive.

He'll never have s.ex with a woman again, and I hope his penis doesn't get hard again.

Back to the present *

“You want to kill me.” Even when he was sick in bed, he could read my mind at a glance.

“I've always wanted to kill you,” I said calmly. “Every time I dream, I wish I had a dagger in my hand so I could stab you in the heart and let you die in front of me.”

“But you won't kill me.” He shook his head, his breathing quickened, “Our fates are tied together. If I die, you will be killed soon. And your father won't allow you to kill me. If it weren't for me, your family wouldn't have grown so fast.”

I smiled wryly. “You're right. You can't die. But I hope every day you live is painful.”

“What do you want?”

I ran my hand over his body, up to his neck, and then I strangled him. He opened his mouth desperately, his face turning purple from suffocation.

I punched him in the throat. “Go to hell!”

He was too weak to resist me. As he was dying, I let go of my hand.

“B.itch!” His eyes widened in anger.

My laughter echoed through the palace. “Ha Ha Ha, you enjoy it.”

I left his palace.

On the way back, I looked at the full moon in the sky. Tears streamed out of my eyes.

If only you were alive, my son.

I dried my tears.

All the people who made me miserable, I'll come after them!

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