Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 286:Cause You Are My Wife
Chapter 286: 286:Cause You Are My Wife
“W-What are you doing?” she asked, panic rising in her voice.
She instinctively struggled and tried to twist away, her hands moving to cover her arms and face. Fear took over her body, and old instincts screamed at her to hide the scars she had been mocked for all her life.
At that instant, a pillar of light erupted around them.
The light burst outward, bright and warm, swallowing everything in its glow.
The soldiers nearby gasped in shock, shielding their eyes.
When the light finally faded, the sight before them shook them to their core.
The countless scars that once covered Claira’s body were gone.
Her skin was smooth and unbroken. The deep wounds, the jagged marks, and the signs of years of abuse had vanished completely. Only the dark spot near her right eye and right cheek remained, though even that had softened, its edges no longer harsh.
Claira’s mind went blank.
She felt strangely light, as if a heavy weight she had carried her entire life had suddenly disappeared. Her breathing grew uneven as she looked down at her hands, then at her arms.
“What happened?” she asked in a panicked voice.
“I healed you,” Ethan replied quietly.
“All the wounds you have borne have vanished. There are no scars left behind,” he continued. “The dark spot on your face has toned down, but it still exists near your right eye and cheek.”
He paused briefly, then added with certainty, “However, I am sure we can get rid of that too after some research.”
Claira stared at him, her vision blurring.
Suddenly, she grabbed his arms tightly, her fingers digging into his sleeves as if afraid he might disappear.
“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Why did you do all that?”
Her composure finally broke.
Tears welled up in her eyes, slowly at first, then spilling over one by one. The sadness she had buried for years, the fear, the loneliness, and the quiet despair she had learned to live with all came rushing out at once.
Her shoulders shook as she cried silently. She did not sob loudly. Instead, her tears flowed steadily, carrying away the pain she had never been allowed to express.
She had been insulted, beaten, and cast aside her whole life. She had learned not to ask why, not to hope, and not to expect kindness.
Seeing her like this, Ethan’s expression softened.
He smiled gently and spoke in a calm, steady voice. “Because you are my wife.”
The words struck her deeply, more than she expected.
…
Later, they sat together by a quiet river. The water flowed gently, brushing against their feet. The moonlight reflected on the surface, creating a calm and beautiful scene that felt unreal.
Claira listened quietly as Ethan explained everything. His plans, the dangers surrounding them, and the lies he had woven to protect them both.
It took her a long time to process his words.
Finally, she asked softly, “Why did you choose me?”
“Because I did not want someone who would be a pawn of the King,” Ethan answered.
“What if I am a pawn?” she asked, lifting her gaze to meet his blue eyes.
“You are not,” he said without hesitation.
“How can you be sure?” she whispered.
“Because of your eyes,” he replied quietly. “Your heart. They are screaming.”
“Screaming with pain, with injustice, and with everything you suffered,” he continued. “Every part of you hates that man. I can feel it just by looking at you.”
Claira lowered her head, her fingers trembling as she clenched them together. Words stuck in her throat.
After a moment, she gathered her courage and asked, “What are you going to do with me?”
Ethan frowned slightly. “What do you mean, what am I going to do with you?”
“You are my wife,” he said firmly. “The wife of Ethan Blanks. Someone who will stand above others.”
He took both her hands in his and spoke with unwavering conviction.
“From now on, you do not need to fear anyone. Anyone who harms you is touching my reverse scales.”
His voice darkened slightly, but his grip remained gentle.
“Now you are mine and one of us from the Blanks.”
Claira swallowed hard and looked at him with trembling eyes.
“You are saying this even after seeing my face?”
Ethan folded his arms and looked at her carefully, his gaze moving slowly over her face as if he was judging a priceless artwork.
“What’s wrong with your face?” he asked seriously.
Claira stiffened, her heart sinking for a moment.
“It’s round and oval, bubbly, and soft,” Ethan continued. “And especially that cold beauty… ahaha…”
Suddenly, he clutched his chest dramatically and staggered back a step.
“Such a beautiful face,” he cried out loudly. “I feel my heart fluttering and trying to escape. Ahh, heart, stop it or I will die.”
PFFTT!
Claira covered her lips, unable to hold it back. A soft laugh escaped her, light and genuine, something she had not done in a very long time.
Seeing her smile, Ethan froze.
That single smile was enough to mesmerize him. For a brief moment, even the flowing river behind them seemed to lose its charm. He was not lying. If not for the scar, Claira’s face was one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. It was as if the world itself had grown jealous and tried to ruin her with cruelty.
Realizing she had laughed, Claira paused and lowered her head. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, her fingers nervously twisting together.
Ethan coughed lightly and asked, “Do you know anything about the curse?”
She shook her head slowly. “Everyone says I am a cursed child, but I don’t know anything. I don’t even know how to read or write. I am just a useless girl who will always be a burden.”
Hearing this, Ethan shook his head and gently held her face in his hands, making her look at him.
“I won’t lie and say fancy words,” he said calmly. “I won’t tell you that you are secretly talented or destined for greatness.”
He smiled softly.
“All I can say is that I love burdens. I like carrying things. So I will carry you to the top.”
His eyes locked onto hers.
“The only question is, are you willing?”
Claira’s amethyst eyes trembled as she stared into his gaze. Her heart raced, yet felt strangely calm. She nodded without thinking.
“Yes.”
Ethan smiled and slowly leaned closer.
The river shimmered under the moonlight, the night breeze brushing past them. Their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was soft and warm, like a promise whispered between two broken souls.
