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Luna's small figure slipped into the shadows of the corridor, her hand tightly clutching the "Fate Stone."
Though it was called a "Fate Stone," it was merely an ordinary gem she had casually taken from Aelia's jewelry box. Today, however, it would play a crucial role as the spark that would ignite the Glorious Demon Fortress, this magnificent prison.
A sly smile curled at the corners of her lips. Luna, once the Grand Sorcerer of the Magic Realm, was not to be underestimated.
Transmigrating into this novel as a Cannon Fodder Baby?
Hmph, she was determined to defy fate!
The first step was to expose the true nature of that scoundrel Lord.
She deftly slipped into Aelia's room and "accidentally" dropped the gem into the gap of the grooming table's drawer.
Of course, she also "accidentally" included a letter—a forged love letter from Leonard's Concubine.
Having completed her task, Luna clapped her hands and skipped out of the room, her cheerful steps resembling those of a kitten that had just stolen cream, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Aelia awoke in the afternoon and instinctively walked to the grooming table.
Sunlight streamed through the colored glass window, casting dappled light and shadow across her face.
She picked up an ivory comb and began to gently brush her silky golden hair.
Suddenly, the comb hit something hard.
"Eh?" Aelia wondered as she opened the drawer, and a gem glowing with an eerie blue light rolled into her palm.
Wasn't this... her treasured Fate Stone?
How did it end up here?
As she pondered this mystery, her gaze fell upon a corner of an envelope peeking out from the gap in the drawer.
Aelia's heart raced, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
With trembling hands, she pulled out the envelope, the familiar letterhead and tiny inscriptions causing her breath to catch in her throat.
It was Leonard's handwriting; she would recognize it anywhere!
But the contents of the letter struck her like a sharp dagger, piercing her heart.
"My dearest Lilian, I think of you day and night; my heart belongs only to you..."
Lilian?
Who was that?
Aelia's mind buzzed, darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision.
She gripped the letterhead tightly, her knuckles turning white as if she could crush it in her hands.
No, this couldn't be true!
There must be some mistake!
Leonard loved her deeply. For all these years, he had cared for her with tenderness and thoughtfulness; they had three lovely children together...
Aelia shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the horrifying thoughts swirling in her mind.
She collapsed into a chair, the letterhead slipping from her grasp and fluttering to the ground like a wounded butterfly, struggling helplessly.
But once the wheels of destiny began to turn, they could not be stopped.
Luna had calculated Aelia's character perfectly; she would undoubtedly seek the truth.
She had set a trap, intricately woven, waiting for Aelia to step into it one step at a time.
In the following days, Aelia became obsessed, secretly investigating.
She rummaged through Leonard's study and uncovered more traces of Silk: love letters hidden in the bookshelf's Hidden Layer, jewelry locked away in a cabinet, and even a portrait of Lilian...
Each piece of evidence struck Aelia's heart like a heavy hammer.
Her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and her gaze became hollow, as if she had lost her soul.
She recalled the sweet moments with Leonard—the tender whispers, the passionate embraces, the vows exchanged under the sky... Now, looking back, how ironic and hypocritical it all seemed!
Those beautiful memories had transformed into sharp shards, cutting her heart and leaving it bleeding.
She clutched her chest, struggling to breathe as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat.
"No... it can't be..." she murmured, tears silently streaming down her pale cheeks, leaving two clear trails.
Once, she had been such a happy woman—blessed with a loving husband, three adorable children, and a magnificent castle...
But now, all of that had turned to smoke; her world had collapsed in an instant, leaving only endless darkness and despair.
She held onto her chest tightly as her body trembled more violently, as if she might shatter at any moment.
"Leonard..." she cried out hoarsely, her eyes filled with pain and anger. "Why... why are you doing this to me..."
Suddenly, she sprang to her feet and stumbled out of the room, racing down the long corridor as if trying to escape this suffocating place.
She needed to find Leonard; she needed to confront him face-to-face; she had to know the truth!
"Leonard! Where are you?" Aelia's voice echoed through the empty castle, filled with endless sorrow and despair...
Aelia stormed into Leonard's study, slamming the door open with a loud bang that made the Magic Scrolls on the shelves tremble.
Leonard was seated at his desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork. Hearing the commotion, he looked up to see Aelia's face, pale and furious.
"Aelia, what's wrong? You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?" Leonard stood up, feigning concern as he tried to approach her.
But Aelia stepped back sharply, avoiding his touch. "Don't touch me! Leonard, you hypocrite! How long are you going to keep pretending?"
Leonard's smile froze on his face as he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Aelia, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Don't understand? Fine, then I'll make you understand!" Aelia pulled a stack of Letterhead from her Space Ring and slammed it onto Leonard's face.
The Letterhead scattered like snowflakes, drifting down to his feet, the delicate Tiny Inscriptions ruthlessly exposing his hypocrisy and betrayal.
Leonard's complexion turned pale as he hurriedly picked up the Letterhead from the ground, scanning through it rapidly. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"This... this isn't real! Aelia, let me explain; someone must be framing me!"
Aelia let out a cold laugh. "Framing? Leonard, do you think I'm a three-year-old? These letters, these Love Words, are they all fake? And this!" She pulled out a painting from her Space Ring and threw it onto the table.
The painting depicted a stunningly beautiful woman with long Fire Red hair and captivating eyes, a smirk on her lips that seemed to mock Aelia's foolishness.
"Lilian! You even hid her in your study! Leonard, you make me sick!" Aelia's voice was sharp and trembling; she felt as if her heart was shattering.
Leonard was completely panicked. He tried to grab Aelia's hand, wanting to explain and salvage the situation, but he realized he had lost all his Chips.
"Aelia, I admit I made a mistake, but the only person I love is you! Lilian... she was just an accident!"
"An accident? Ha! What a convenient excuse!" Aelia shook off his hand. "Leonard, do you know how much I trusted you? How much I loved you? I gave up my family's glory for you, married into this remote Magic Castle, bore your children, managed our household—I dedicated everything to you! And how do you repay me?"
Leonard was at a loss for words. He knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing Aelia, of losing everything tied to the Glorious Demon Fortress.
He attempted to sweet-talk her, to charm her with flowery words, but he realized that Aelia's gaze had turned cold and resolute, devoid of any lingering affection.
"Enough! Leonard, I don't want to hear your excuses anymore!" Aelia interrupted him, her voice hoarse and weary.
"From today onward, we are done! I will no longer trust you or love you! Take care of yourself!"
With that, Aelia turned and left the study without looking back. Her silhouette was resolute and solitary, like a wounded bird struggling to fly through the storm.
Leonard slumped into his chair, staring at the mess around him, filled with regret and fear.
He knew he had lost Aelia, lost his family, lost his glory; his life had completely crumbled.
Aelia wandered aimlessly through the castle, her mind a blank slate, unsure of where to go or what to do.
She had once believed she possessed the happiest marriage and the most fulfilling family in the world, but now she realized that it had all been a beautiful lie, a cruel joke.
She reached the top floor of the castle and stood on the high tower, gazing down at the entire Glorious Demon Fortress.
This castle, which she had once taken pride in, now felt so foreign, so cold, so suffocating.
She didn't know how to face the future, how to raise three children, or how to survive in this world filled with schemes and calculations.
Just as Aelia sank into despair, a tender voice called out from behind her.
"Mother, are you okay?"
Aelia turned around to see Luna standing a short distance away, looking at her with concern in her eyes.
Luna's small figure seemed like a ray of light, illuminating her dark world.
Aelia walked up to Luna, crouched down, and embraced her tightly.
She buried her face in Luna's soft hair, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Luna, what should I do? I really don’t know what to do..." Aelia's voice was choked and helpless.
Luna gently patted Aelia's back and comforted her in a tender voice, "Mother, don’t be afraid. Everything will be alright. I’m here with you; I will protect you and our home."
Aelia lifted her head and looked into Luna's clear and determined eyes, feeling an inexplicable strength welling up inside her.
She knew she couldn’t give up; she had children, she had family. She had to live on for them, to be strong.
"Luna..." Aelia choked back her words, wanting to say more but was gently interrupted by Luna.
"Mother, it’s getting late. Let’s go back and rest. There are many things to do tomorrow." Luna took Aelia's hand and led her downstairs.
Aelia obediently followed Luna, her heart filled with confusion and anticipation.
Luna mentioned that there were many things to do tomorrow—what exactly did she mean?
As Luna turned back, she cast a meaningful smile at the castle behind them and murmured softly, "The real show is just beginning..."
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