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Chapter 13 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “At the banquet?” Nod, nod. She carefully nodded and continued explaining in a calm voice. “That day, I saw him arguing with the Duke.” “Tell me more.” “Gail—or rather, that man—kept talking to the Duke as though he were demanding an explanation. It seemed to be something related to money, but I couldn't hear the details. Anyway, the Duke became furious.” “Camille got angry?” A bewildered sensation washed…-
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Chapter 12 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting The chaotic charity exhibition came to a successful close. A few days later, after entering the painting, I was giving Camille a brief summary of a newspaper article I had read that morning. “So, there was a huge article about the exhibition. The article said…” Perhaps because he hadn't been there himself, the details didn't seem to mean much to him. “Hmm…” He had been fidgeting distractedly the whole time, but then his eyes…
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Chapter 11 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ‘Damn it.’ The moment Pagoda Boutier raised his chin and blocked my path, I bit my lip. “I was quite worried about you, personally. I couldn’t stop thinking about how someone as delicate as you would endure such heartbreaking pain.” “Ah… yes.” By then, Gael’s shadow had already disappeared. But oblivious to what I was feeling, Pagoda continued talking to me. “Madam. I know it may be too soon, but if you ever need someone…
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Chapter 10 Most people think that anyone who commits an atrocious crime must have a fundamentally different brain structure from ordinary people, making them someone whose actions could never be understood through common sense. But in reality, that isn’t the case. They are human beings, after all, and they cannot escape that fact. Through minor physiological functions and physical reactions, a culprit will inevitably reveal their true nature instinctively. ……At least, that was something I…
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Chapter 9 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ‘But asking me who I want to kill first? A life isn’t some kind of game.’ I pressed my aching forehead and sighed. I wasn’t even certain that one of them was the culprit, and if I pointed my finger at the wrong person, it wasn’t something I could easily clean up afterward. ‘Still, I have to do something.’ There was no road back anymore, so the only thing left was to move forward. I looked through the local newspapers I had asked…
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Chapter 8 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting The flower field, now free of the dark clouds, swayed once more in fragrant colors, as though trying to erase the commotion that had just taken place. The two of us stood beneath the tree, facing each other. The man rubbed his previously bound wrists before holding out his hand to me. “The contractors are you and me. I’ll do my best to help you accomplish whatever it is you want.” “…….” “And I promise you this. Until the day…
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Chapter 7 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting If you want to catch a tiger, you have to puff out your own mane first. I had no idea whether this would actually help, but for the time being, I went behind the house, brought back a shovel, and began digging the ground conspicuously in front of the man. At least it’s good exercise. Ten minutes after I silently started shoveling, the man, who had been lying quietly, finally opened his mouth. “But Ob. Maybe you don’t know how strong I am,…
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Chapter 6 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting ……What? As my expression went blank, Camille tightened his grip on my shoulders as though urging me to answer. “It just needs a little more power. Exactly the amount of power one human being possesses.” “…….” “You’re not planning to leave me trapped inside this painting forever, are you? Of course, it’s beautiful here. But I want to go outside.” “……I understand that. But, Camille.” “Or do you not love me?…
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Chapter 5 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting Ah, and by the way, Camille was an excellent cook. “I want something made with potatoes.” “Sure. I was just craving that myself.” “I’m in the mood for spaghetti today.” “Easy. Just wait a moment.” “Camille. Do you know what bungeoppang is?” There wasn’t even a kitchen in the tiny little house, but no matter what I asked for, Camille would have an impressive meal ready within minutes. “This is it, right?…
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Chapter 4 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “……What did you say?” Snap— As the tangled threads finally came undone, I realized the reason for that strange sense of familiarity I had felt from the very beginning. ‘I’m inside the painting.’ But it still didn’t feel real. “There’s no way something that ridiculous could actually happen……” As I muttered, Camille’s large hand covered the back of mine. Drawn back to reality by the sensation, I looked up…
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