One Day, My Fiancé Brought His First Love Along - Chapter 131

So, this is what it’s come to.

“What the hell are you talking about, Carlisle?”

I was speechless at the absurdity. Carlisle had completely misunderstood. He thought Sanche and I were having an affair.

Me and the mountain man, of all people? Just the thought was revolting.

“Mountain body?”

Carlisle frowned slightly, still confused, and asked again.

“Brother Santin!”

Only then did Carlisle freeze. He stood there, unmoving, then muttered in a quieter voice than before, as if realization had only just dawned.

“Why… why is he with you…”

Carlisle’s expression collapsed into despair. Aireen didn’t even need to ask to understand what kind of sorrow that was.

How did it come to this? This is driving me insane.

The lessons with Sanche had been a secret—one so tightly kept that even Carlisle wasn’t supposed to know. If I told him the truth now, the misunderstanding would clear up. But I couldn’t. Finally, clutching my chest, I said,

“Really, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but no.”

My eyes must’ve looked desperate. Carlisle could see the sincerity in them. But even then, his anxiety didn’t waver.

“No, really—”

“Sir Aireen! You’re still here!”

Just as I was about to explain everything, someone called out and cut me off. I turned my head, already feeling my face twist in frustration.

It was Sanche.

“Sanche, you did well. Come here and see.”

I forced a smile, one laced with something darker, and looked at Carlisle.

Carlisle’s gaze slowly dropped. He took in Sanche’s face, then his neck, his shoulders, and finally, the hand resting gently over mine.

A chill ran through me, and I instinctively slapped Sanche’s hand off.

“It hurts!”

“Come here and sit down.”

“Why me?”

“You didn’t pretend to know because you wanted to?”

Sanche turned his head, smiling faintly, and met Carlisle’s eyes. Then he dropped his gaze.

Carlisle’s eyes were terrifying. They looked like they could cut through stone. Sanche knew Carlisle could be scary, but this… this was something else entirely.

Ah, I really shouldn’t have interfered. A pang of regret hit me.

“Tell me. What is the relationship between you and me?”

I was running out of patience. I shoved Sanche aside. Whatever this situation was, it wasn’t good.

Sanche seemed to sense it and stepped back.

“What is the relationship between Sir Aireen and me? It’s a special relationship.”

Just once more. He was doing this on purpose.

“Isn’t that right?”

I gritted my teeth at his infuriatingly gentle tone.

What did he just say? A special relationship? Sir Aireen? Wasn’t I the one calling him Master just a moment ago?

Leaning in close, I whispered with a menacing smile,

“If you don’t speak properly, you might not live to regret it.”

It’s really time to end this.

Still smiling, Sanche murmured to himself, “I liked Aireen like that.”

“If being a priest isn’t something special, then what is, Master? I’m very happy and honored to be learning swordsmanship from you now.”

Aireen was taken aback by Sanche’s words.

“No, no, I appreciate you telling me properly, but… is it really okay for me to say that?”

“I am honored,” she added hesitantly, “but I don’t think the teacher is very pleased. He doesn’t seem happy.”

Aireen’s sister, Irene, quickly straightened her expression, her face turning gloomy.

“No, that’s it. Uh, um… that class of ours…”

Aireen glanced at Carlisle. He was staring blankly between her and Sanche, his expression unreadable—something she rarely saw from him.

She turned her gaze back to Sanche, who was still smiling. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

“Sanche… could this be a secret…?”

“Secret? Our class?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Not that I know of. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

Aireen’s hand dropped limply. Could this really be Edys’s doing…?

There’s no way Sanche would lie. Santinu isn’t even here right now… what reason would he have to lie to me?

While she stood in confusion, Carlisle—silent until now—finally opened his mouth. His voice was quiet but firm.

“They’re both taking a class.”

“Huh?”

“You’re right!”

Aireen and Sanche responded at the same time.

“It’s nothing else—it’s just a teacher and a student, studying together.”

“Huh!”

The tension drained from Carlisle’s eyes as he continued without hesitation.

“Understood.”

A soft, sigh-like laugh escaped his lips. If that’s true, then Aireen is still my Aireen. The woman who never smiled at other men—only at me.

Carlisle, ever sharp, quickly grasped the situation. Aireen looked genuinely confused, hurt even—as if betrayed to the point of collapse. There was no mistaking it.

She still loves me. This must be Edys’s doing.

As the anxiety lifted, everything became clear. A wave of joy crashed over him. All the emotional pain from the past seemed to vanish in an instant, like it had never existed. Only a faint trace remained in its place.

“Carlisle?”

Snap. A single tear fell from his eye. He didn’t even notice.

Carlisle stared at Aireen for a long moment. She was looking up at him with worried eyes. Finally, he opened his mouth, his voice strained.

“Aireen… I love you. And I’m sorry.”

His voice was raw, split with emotion.

Aireen stood frozen. Everything had happened too quickly. She couldn’t grasp what Carlisle had truly been feeling or how deeply he had been suffering.

“I—I don’t know how to make up for how terribly I’ve treated you. I’m so sorry.”

No… it can’t be. Aireen’s eyes widened.

Carlisle’s bloodshot eyes were now dry. The tear was gone, but sorrow lingered all around him.

Aireen turned to look toward the corpses of the fallen. Even in that grim setting, she was struck by the sight of Carlisle’s tears.

Without a word, she took Carlisle’s hand and left Sanche behind. She led him to a place only the two of them knew. Whatever Sanche might have thought, now was not the time to worry about him.

Carlisle remained silent as they walked. Aireen didn’t speak either.

When they reached a quiet place meant just for them, silence wrapped around them. For a long time, they simply stared at each other.

Carlisle was the one to break the silence.

“The apologies I gave you before… they weren’t real. I realized that today.”

His voice trembled faintly. Aireen knew it instinctively—this was his confession.

“I’m sorry I judged how you must’ve felt. I think I finally understand. What that feels like.”

“……”

“When you started spending less time with me, I was confused. You didn’t explain anything, and I got anxious. Then I saw you with another man… I went crazy.”
“I was terrified you’d say you loved him. That you’d abandon me.”

Carlisle stopped speaking and bit his lip.

“That’s what I did to you.”

“……”

“I truly understand now just how terrible I was. I was the worst.”

He clenched and unclenched his fists, over and over, his gaze never leaving Aireen.

“I can’t even imagine what kind of heart it took for you to forgive me like that. I’m ashamed to even say the word ‘sorry.’”

“……”

“And yet, I was jealous of that man. I wanted to rip them apart immediately. I did it even though I knew I didn’t deserve you.”

“……”

“I’m so sorry, Aireen.”

His long confession ended with those words. A heavy, distant silence settled between them.

Carlisle didn’t take his eyes off Aireen, even as her eyes turned red and teary. Aireen was the same.
How long had it been?
Suddenly, tears spilled from Aireen’s eyes.

“Aireen…”

“Carlisle. I—”

Aireen parted her lips with difficulty. The emotions she had been suppressing for so long began to pour out.

“Honestly… I haven’t completely forgotten how badly you hurt me. It’s faded, but the scars are still there.”

“……”

“I know there was a reason for what happened, but even so, memories don’t just vanish once they’re made. At first… I forgave you and told myself I still loved you. But deep down, I also hated you.”
“But now, you…”

Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Carlisle waited quietly—for whatever words might follow.
No matter what Aireen said, he was ready to accept it. He instinctively knew that what came next would matter most.

But the words that eventually escaped Aireen’s trembling lips were not what he expected.

“I will love you from now on. I truly will. That won’t ever change.”

One thing was clear—she still loved him.

“So let’s forget the nightmares now… and only dream happy dreams.”

Aireen smiled—softly, brightly.

“Sir Aireen! Please do something about Carlisle, quickly!”

Edys slammed her entire body over the desk and shouted in desperation, refusing to accept the mountain of paperwork Carlisle had handed her.

“You reap what you sow!”

Aireen muttered with a slight grumble.

“You reap what you sow! Who did you do all this for, huh?”

“You even lied to me!”

“Don’t you know the saying? If you want to deceive your enemy, you’ve got to deceive your own allies first! It was all for your own good!”

“I figured it had something to do with the mountain.”

“Exactly! That’s why I needed your cooperation!”

“I’m sorry.”

Edys looked discouraged by Aireen’s cold words. But then, as if something suddenly clicked, she perked up and spoke with renewed energy.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being monitored? Isn’t that what all this is about?”

“That…”

This time, Aireen furrowed her brows. That was it.

“Do I really have to say it?”

Carlisle suddenly interjected.

“Even if I didn’t say a word… I always knew Aireen was becoming more beautiful with each passing day.”

Edys blinked in disbelief, then frowned.

“Ugh, gross.”

And finally, Edys declared her defeat.

“You two are seriously pushing it. Have you forgotten all the help I gave you?”

Edys glanced at the towering stack of papers on one side of the desk and glared at the two people sitting before her.

“It helped me, and it hindered me, too.”

Aireen muttered with a snort.

“Carlisle, be honest. I’ve loved you two since our Academy days.”

“…You also tormented me a lot.”

Ugh. Edys groaned loudly, lamenting that she had no one she could truly rely on.

“By the way, why is Sanche already talking about going back?”

Aireen, having dropped all formal speech without even noticing, asked in a puzzled voice. Her tone reminded Edys of something—the mountain spirit that had visited Sanche not long ago.

“Thanks to Your Majesty, I had a wonderful time. I really enjoyed the sights and gained valuable experiences.”

“I’m glad to hear that. But why are you leaving so soon? You could’ve stayed longer.”

“Because I want to become a man stronger than Lord Carlisle.”

“Huh?”

“Then wouldn’t Sir Aireen think more highly of me, too?”

Sanche gave a small shrug and smiled.

Oh no. Edys let out a low chuckle.

“It may take decades, I guess. But I hope to see you again someday.”

“Don’t be too surprised that I came so quickly.”

After that, only Edys’s loud laughter echoed through the room.

He was reckless and bold, even though he had already turned twenty.

As Edys looked at the two people seated across from her, a silly question crossed her mind.

If Sanche had arrived just a little earlier… would their suffering have ended sooner?

But it was a pointless thought. Whatever the case, the two of them had reached a happy ending.

Edys gazed at the pair with eyes full of warmth.

“Congratulations again on your wedding. May both of you find happiness.”

It was exactly one month before the wedding.

[The Fiancé Brought His First Love One Day Side Story – Complete]

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