My Husband Caught Me Having an Affair - Chapter 137

Should he really believe this woman’s words?

Toma was engulfed in unspeakable confusion.

Everything he had just heard was utterly shocking. To think the son he believed dead for the past three years was actually alive.

And the one who had saved the child was Gabriel—the very man he thought had died—and the ones who had set fire to his house were not his former organization but the Girard intelligence division.

Even so, it didn’t sound like a complete fabrication. It pierced too deeply into private matters only those involved could have known.

Even if she had heard some of it from a spy inside Girard, there was no way to explain her knowledge of ‘The Knight on the Mule.’ He had never told anyone in the intelligence division about that story.

‘Then… could it really be true?’

Frankly, if it were Marlon Girard, it wouldn’t be surprising at all for him to have ordered something like that.

But if the Duchess of Dumont was telling the truth, then it meant Toma had been thoroughly used by Marlon. He had slaughtered innocent former comrades, unaware that the true enemy—the one who had ordered the death of his family—was Marlon himself.

And even after becoming crippled from that incident, he had continued working for Marlon. Committing atrocities too gruesome to even speak of with these very hands.

“Toma.”

Camille called his name again. She looked up at him with desperate eyes.

“I understand you’re in shock. But we don’t have time. We have to move now.”

“……”

His mind was in such turmoil that he couldn’t think clearly. What if this woman was lying about everything? In that case, he would be committing unforgivable treason against Marlon.

Even if he managed to escape, he would live the rest of his life under the threat of assassination.

Then, a cold realization struck him.

‘…And even if that happens, what difference does it make?’

Yes. The day of that fire three years ago, Toma’s life had effectively ended. He had lost the irreplaceable people he loved most.

He had gotten his revenge, but it didn’t bring his family back.

Everything afterward had just been hollow days, lived out numb and empty.

So now, even if he were being deceived and it all ended in a miserable death, nothing would really change.

But what if—what if she was telling the truth?

Then someone precious to him was still alive. And the one he truly needed to exact vengeance on still lived.

Even if the chance was one in a thousand, Toma couldn’t ignore the possibility that it was true.

Without a word, Toma picked up a syringe and a vial from the table beside him. He stuck the needle into the vial and pulled back the plunger. A pale yellow liquid filled the syringe.

Camille’s expression changed the moment she saw it.

“Toma.”

Toma approached her, syringe in hand.

“Wait, Toma! Everything I said is true. Eric is really alive. Once we get out of here, I can take you to him tomorrow. Please believe me!”

Ignoring her plea, Toma grabbed her arm.

“Toma!”

Camille, still tied to the chair, began to struggle. Though she couldn’t break free, the chair rocked violently side to side. It was clear the injection wouldn’t go smoothly.

Toma turned toward the men standing at the door. “You two. Come hold her down.”

The men hesitated for a moment but soon obeyed. They each grabbed one of Camille’s shoulders and pinned her down firmly. She was now completely immobilized.

“Toma, please!”

Camille cried out in a cracked voice. Toma stepped back, set down the syringe, and instead picked up a small hammer. In a flash, he struck each of the two men on the head.

Both collapsed instantly.

Still wearing a blank expression, Toma began untying Camille’s restraints.

Camille gasped faintly, the blood drained from her face, and softly bit her lip.

“A little warning would’ve been nice.”

“To deceive your enemies, you must first deceive your allies.”

“Well, I guess that’s true… Anyway, thank you.”

Camille sighed as she spoke. Soon, all the ropes binding her were undone. She stood up, rubbing her wrists.

“Let me make one thing clear. If you were lying about everything, you will pay the price. Since you seem to know my past quite well, you should know I’m not bluffing.”

“I know. But I’m not lying.”

Camille showed not a trace of fear.

“So, what’s the plan now?”

***

‘Just like that night.’

Ethan stared up at the pitch-black sky, not even a sliver of moonlight visible, as the thought crossed his mind.

Two days had already passed since then. Was Camille still safe?

‘…She’s safe. She has to be.’

It wasn’t just blind hope. Quite the opposite. If it were anyone else, maybe not—but Camille, he believed, could buy this much time somehow.

Still, believing that didn’t erase the anxiety burning in his chest. Ethan struggled to calm the impatience and nervousness that kept rising within him.

Just then, Mael approached with Jacques and said, “We’re ready.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.”

At Ethan’s command, several dozen men began filing out of the alley in formation. The unit was composed of elite knights and intelligence agents, all carefully selected.

The Duke of Girard’s estate was surrounded by high walls enclosing the entire grounds. Whether they went through the front or the back entrance, breaking in would inevitably draw enemy attention.

Thus, the plan was to scale the wall and infiltrate from above.

Ethan and his team arrived at a predetermined location, judged to have the loosest security due to being farthest from the main building.

Three knights stood side by side and threw ropes with hooks over the wall. After pulling the ropes taut to ensure the hooks had caught properly, they looked to Ethan. When he nodded, the knights began climbing the wall one by one.

Once nine people, including Mael, had made it over, Ethan grasped the rope. Holding it firmly in both hands, he placed a foot on the wall. As his weight shifted, he felt his muscles tighten with strain.

Moving carefully but quickly, Ethan climbed the wall and descended the rope on the other side. When he raised his head, he could see the mansion in the distance.

Before long, everyone had successfully infiltrated the Girard estate.

Despite the late hour, lamps were lit in several places throughout the estate.

“Their guard numbers haven’t dropped at all compared to the day,” Ethan muttered quietly.

Their earlier visit to the estate had been partly to assess its layout and security detail.

Even then, the heightened security had made him more certain that Girard was behind Camille’s abduction.

“There are three guard posts between here and the mansion. We should be able to bypass two of them, but we’ll have to push through the last one head-on.” Mael pointed out the posts with his finger.

Once fighting broke out, all guards would be alerted. They had to secure Marlon before that happened.

“Alright, move out.”

“Yes, sir.”

The unit advanced under the cover of darkness. Just as planned, they bypassed the first two guard posts and approached the last one stationed in front of the mansion.

Mael drew his bow and aimed at the post. With a single shot, he pierced the guard’s throat. The man collapsed on the spot without a sound.

At Ethan’s signal, the knights sprang from the bushes all at once.

“W-what’s going on?!”

The guards shouted in shock and drew their swords—but it was already too late. They were all cut down by the Dumont knights before they could even swing.

“Go! We’re storming the mansion—take the fastest route inside!”

Following Ethan’s command, the knights charged in a straight line. The guards around the mansion rushed to respond, but the Dumont knights swiftly overpowered them and pressed forward.

Soon, Ethan and his men entered the mansion through a side door.