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Reborn as the Nightingale: Escaping the Duke's Poisoned Marriage

Chapter 6

Word Count: 895 | Released on: 16/06/2026

he finest apothecary in the capital! The most potent fertility tonic. For our future heir!" She shot a disdainful glance at Adeline, then

ed toward her daughter. "Yo

ing bowl toward her. "Well, sister-in-law? Drink it while it'

ous liquid she'd been forced to drink for years in her past life-so-called tonics that had left

. "Thank you for your concern,

etulant scowl. "What is that supposed to mea

"Adeline. It's a gift fr

ord

, meeting Eleanor's gaze in the mirror. "My heal

ou're just selfish! You don't want to have my brother's child!" She turned to Eleanor, eyes filling with croco

laughable. Adeline suppr

aged. She snatched the bowl and advanced. "You will dr

tensing as Rosalind tried to force the bowl to her lips. She raised a hand to block h

ding like a pool of blood. "Aah! My hand!" She cradled her wrist; a red patch was forming on her delicate skin. Re

as if it were a mortal wound. She turned on Adeline, eyes blazing. "You ar

ssion unreadable. They were painting

nto Eleanor's shoulder. "She wants to des

s the injured daughter, Eleanor the outraged mother, and Adelin

ed about her health, they would insist her empty nursery proved otherwise. They had built the ac

trap and decline

body. She would invite them

t through Ro

oug

word silenc

ured your tonics into me for nearly two years. You have inspected

re is only one person in this marria

tightened. "Min

ill courtesy provide the

stopped

my throat. They will not compensate for a husband who neglects his wife and then

om wen

ps. "You called me a fruitless vin

the shattered b

cannot bear fruit when the

went deathly pa

ery inch the well-bred lady t

on my womb again,

the discipline, or even the inclination

to Rosalind, co

other tonic, consider buyin

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ading liquid, careful not to le

he patient," she said. "You ha

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Reborn as the Nightingale: Escaping the Duke's Poisoned Marriage

Xin Miaomiao History

“I died with the taste of bitter almonds burning in my throat. My husband, Kian Ferguson, watched me collapse over the poisoned wine. He did not call for help. He did not kneel beside me. He only looked at me with cold, satisfied eyes, as if my death had finally made room for the woman he truly wanted-his delicate cousin, Isabelle. In my first life, I begged for his love. I endured his family's humiliation. I drank the bitter tonics they forced upon me in the name of fertility, even as my body grew weaker by the day. I was blamed for an empty nursery, mocked as a barren wife, and trapped in a marriage that was slowly killing me. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back five years in the past, riding beside Kian at the King's autumn hunt-the very day I first saw how he looked at Isabelle. This time, I did not weep. I did not fight for him. I returned to Blackwood Manor and asked for an annulment. Kian laughed in my face. "You want to leave?" he said, seizing my arms. "There are only two ways out of this marriage, Adeline. In a coffin, or with my permission. And I will grant you neither." I went to the King for justice. The Crown turned me away. They all believed I had nowhere left to run. A discarded wife. A useless vine. A woman with no power, no allies, and no future beyond the Duke's gilded cage. They were wrong. I sold my dowry in secret. I bought merchant ships under a hidden name. I gathered remedies, debts, secrets, and gold. If no one would grant me freedom, I would purchase it myself. If no one would give me justice, I would become powerful enough to demand it. And by the time Kian Ferguson realizes his unwanted wife has become the mysterious Nightingale, it will be far too late to cage me again.”