The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 134

Chapter 134: A Miracle
The morning wind blew through the open window, brushing gently against the bare skin of Rose’s shoulder. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes snapped open at the sudden chill. With a yawn, Rose rose from her bed.

A sharp, unfamiliar sound escaped her throat—a low, guttural roar. She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. What the hell was that? she thought. She hadn’t expected to ever hear such a sound come from herself.

“Where did that come from? I hope that wasn’t me,” she mumbled to no one but herself.

“Yuna… did you hear that too?” she asked her wolf.

But Yuba remained silent.

“Well, it seems like that sound came from me… but at the same time, it didn’t,” Rose whispered, pressing her lips together. That wasn’t the most pressing issue, though.

She turned to the other side of the bed, but Rolan wasn’t there—unlike his usual self.

The place was eerily quiet. Something about it felt… off. A strange vibe lingered in the air.

She stepped down from the bed, walked over to the mirror, and examined her face. No visible scratches or marks, but her expression was a mess of confusion. She went into the bathroom to wash up.

Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the bedroom dressed in a clean, elegant outfit. Once everything was in place, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Almost instantly, she noticed it—servants gathered around, tense, some visibly shaking.

Rose frowned. Something wasn’t right. Why are they acting like that?

“Good morning, Miss Rose,” one of the servants greeted her the moment she descended the stairs.

“Morning. Have you seen Rolan?” she asked, keeping her tone calm.

The servant shook her head. “No, ma’am, I haven’t.”

Rose gave a short nod. “Thanks.” Without another word, she headed to the dining room, where breakfast was already laid out for her. She could tell the meal was prepared with care—likely just for her. So she sat and began eating, no hesitation.

Halfway through her meal, Rolan walked in—wearing an elegant suit that looked a little too put-together for someone who should’ve been in bed beside her.

Rose’s eyes narrowed slightly. Business? In Switzerland? Aside from being Alpha and owning a company back home, what else is he hiding?

Rolan smiled faintly when he saw her. “How’s your morning?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Rose returned a tight smile. “It’s fine,” she replied, not in the mood for pleasantries. But even through her irritation, she noticed something. His energy felt off. He wasn’t carrying the same commanding presence he usually had. Something was dulled.

She wanted to ask if he was okay… but bit her pride. She wouldn’t.

Rolan took the seat beside her and started eating. Rose watched him from the corner of her eye. He was acting… strange. Distant. Her gaze dropped to his hand, where a bandage wrapped around his knuckles.

Where did that come from?

But Rolan didn’t speak. He just focused on his plate.

“Bunny, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately,” he said in a low, amused tone, slipping back into his usual charming self.

Rose rolled her eyes. So he’s back to normal now, huh? Then I’m not going to stress about it.

“Just spacing out,” she muttered truthfully, then focused on her meal again.

“You seem to be in a very good mood,” Rolan said. “And since you’re in such a great mood, we’ll start your therapy today.”

The moment he said that, Rose frowned and stared at him. That was exactly what she didn’t want to hear. She hated therapy—especially with that therapist. It was boring. Mind-numbingly boring. Something she didn’t want to go through ever again.

Sure, she wanted to get better. She was determined, no doubt. But still… she didn’t want therapy.

Rose frowned deeper. “I don’t want to do therapy. Let my legs stay like this forever,” she muttered, sticking a wooden stick between her teeth aggressively.

Rolan looked at her with a small, amused smile. “You know what, Rose? If you don’t want therapy, that’s your loss. I’m just going to take advantage of you as much as I want. After all, you can’t walk.”

Rose glared at him, just as she reached for another stick to chew. His words hit her. Hard.

Something shifted inside her. In that moment, Rose made a silent decision: she was going to do therapy today.

And the best part? Rolan wasn’t going to be there with her.

Even though something about it felt weird… like something inside her was off… she still had to go through with the session.

“Rolan, where did you go yesterday?” she asked suddenly.

The question made Rolan frown. He hadn’t expected her to be awake last night.

He couldn’t tell her the truth—that he had been tracking the assassin secretly hiding in the mansion. So he made up a quick lie.

“I went out to take in the cold breeze,” Rolan said.

Rose raised a brow. “You went out to take a cold breeze and came back with a bandaged hand? What an obvious lie.”

Rolan stayed quiet. It felt like she’d nearly caught him.

But then, still calm, he replied, “Let’s just say my werewolf side lost control. I punched a tree. That’s how I got this.”

Rose narrowed her eyes, unimpressed. “Uh-huh. So that’s what happened?”

Her tone clearly said she didn’t believe him.

Rolan nodded. “Uh-huh. It’s the truth.”

“Hm, whatever. You’re such a liar. I don’t care how you got hurt or what happened to you. Whatever really happened, it’s not my business,” Rose said with a sigh. “Honestly, I think one of your eyes should’ve been bruised too. I regret even asking you.”

Rolan chuckled, noticing how moody she’d gotten. “What’s up with you? Do you care about me that much? Aw, that’s so cute of you.”

Rose wanted to throw something at him—hard—but she held herself back. “You’re unbelievable. You don’t deserve my care or anything, you crazy bastard.”

As she said that, she got off the table, turned to him, then suddenly froze.

A wide smile spread across her face.

“Rolan… I can walk.”

“Yes, you can walk. I can see that,” Rolan said, calm as ever.

“I brought myself from my room to here,” she said, still in shock.

“Yes, I can see that.”

Rose snapped her head toward him, stunned. She’d woken up that morning, not really focused on anything, just feeling… normal. She’d gotten up, walked down the stairs, sat down, and started eating.

And now, after Rolan had pissed her off, she realized she was on her feet again.

She looked at him, breath catching in her throat. “How… how is this possible? Rolan, I can walk again. I never believed I could.”

She smiled, laughing in disbelief.

“Hm,” Rolan hummed, looking at her with a skeptical smirk. He had noticed it too, but he didn’t react. He didn’t show any excitement. Nothing.

Which was weird.

Rose didn’t say anything more. Her situation had been weird from the start—maybe it wasn’t that strange that she could walk all of a sudden too.

Then Rolan stepped closer and said, “It’s a miracle you can walk. Let me call the therapist quickly so he can check on you.”

Rose nodded instinctively, but then paused… and glared at him.

“You crazy bastard! You knew I could walk, didn’t you? And you still insisted on calling the therapist? Were you playing with me this whole time? You saw me walk, and still—still!—you wanted me to go to therapy?”

“Yes,” Rolan said, shrugging with that annoying little smile. “And you kept quiet too. Don’t blame me—I was just as ignorant.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Rose muttered, staring at him.

In her heart, a question tugged at her.

Now that she could walk again… would it last?

Or would she wake up tomorrow and find her legs useless once more—just like how this miracle had suddenly come to her while lying in bed?