Tsundere villaness lives again

I will abdicate the throne". A faint smile appeared on my lips at my words, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed. Sigewald - My husband - or now my worst nightmare - glanced down at me, his face showing a mix of relief and regret. It was hard to tell which he felt more. I had been a perfect empress and a good wife. We had never fought so I didn't understand why this was happening. I suddenly lifted my eyes to Sigewald. “I’m the one who always stood by your side, so why? Why are you doing this to me?” But Sigewald only stared at my face with a hint of disdain. “Sigewald, answer me! Why?” "Because you disgust me." He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even look angry. With a practiced hand, he unsheathed his sword and placed the blade gently at my neck. His eyes were devoid of emotion—cold, distant, like a man reading a report, not sentencing a woman he once claimed to love. I stood still. I would not give him the satisfaction of trembling. My heart did not break—it hardened. I never imagined it would come to this. Not from him. “You’ve always belonged to the shadows, Liselotte,” he said quietly. “And light does not linger where darkness dwells.” He didn’t need to raise his sword. His words cut deeper than any blade ever could. "I laughed. Not out of joy, but disbelief. I waged wars for him. Stained my hands with blood for his victories. Sacrificed my name, my peace, my dignity... all for him. And yet, he called me darkness. How amusing. Liselotte Idelitzen—the loyal fool—turned out to be the greatest joke of all. I almost felt sorry for myself... almost." I was the perfect scapegoat in his tale of heroism. The court will call it a tragedy. I call it comedy." “Go on,” I said, voice like ice. “Kill me, if that’s what you came for.” Sigewald smiled—empty, hollow. The kind of smile that used to charm me once, long ago, before I knew better. “Oh, and just so you know…” he said casually, adjusting the cuff of his coat like this was an everyday conversation, “Fiene and I are getting married tomorrow.” For a moment, everything went quiet. So that was it. Out of all the daggers he’d driven into my back, this was the sharpest. And the deepest. “I see,” I said, steady. The air between us thickened. Then I looked him straight in the eye and whispered, “Sigewald Auguste… you’ll die a death so cruel, even the gods will whisper about it in shame.” And I spit in his face. His expression didn't change. That, more than anything, made my blood boil. A snake and a leech. Perfect. A love story written in rot. He unsheathed his sword. No words _ No hesitation _ Steel sliced through the air, and then through me. Pain came second. Warmth bloomed across my skin—and the world tilted. I collapsed, breath caught between disbelief and silence. My blood spilled across the stone. Red. The color struck me. After everything they said—after all the ways they treated me like something other, something cursed… …I still bled red. Just like them.