The guard furrowed his brow.
“You’ve come to collect a debt from the Count?”
The woman before him did not seem wealthier than Count Schneider. To erase a debt from him, she must be at least of royal blood.
After hesitating with a thoughtful expression, he finally said, “I’ll ask and be back. Please wait a moment.” For some reason, he couldn’t just dismiss her words.
Marianne slowly nodded her head.
Creak.
The side door closed in front of her. Marianne listened to the guard’s footsteps fading away, turning her gaze to a nearby cypress tree. The mountain breeze lightly shook and passed her black veil.
Christoph would not even dream that she had fled here. Nor what she would do here.
It was scary. It would be a lie if it wasn’t. Over the past three years, she had made so few decisions for herself.
But now, her life was about to change entirely by her decision. As if standing on a precarious wooden bridge, even taking one step was cautious.
“Can I do it well?”
The faint selftalk slipped between her lips, scattered in the wind, and vanished without a trace. Unknowingly, Marianne, who had been clutching the hem of her dress, lowered her head. Then, she raised her chin again, stiffly.
Her eyes, filled with firm resolve, gleamed like a spring leaf.
(This is a time divider.)
“Come in.”
The voice, old as if showing the days lived, contained a strong force. When his permission fell, the butler reached out and opened the door lightly.
“Please come in, Miss Clozé.”
A young butler she saw for the first time handed her a soft smile. He must have been an assistant butler.
She nodded her head, straightened her back, and entered the reception room. The afternoon sun was spread on the floor like a carpet.
Marianne passed the luxurious furniture and paintings, and approached an old man with white hair. Sitting in a blue silk chair, the old man had been casting a sharp eye since she entered the room.
The old gentleman had apparently just returned from going out. He, dressed in a business suit, slowly rose from his seat.
The old man’s wrinkled face seemed leisurely and warm at first glance. However, Marianne easily noticed that his ashen eyes were sharply twinkling.
“Miss Clozé?”
Count Schneider approached Marianne, speaking her name as if confirming it, with a suspicious voice.
“It has been a long time, Count Schneider.”
Only after hearing Marianne’s voice did the Count’s eyebrows twitch. He finally looked at her with eyes full of confidence.
Then, as if he could not understand why Marianne had come to him in this state, he furrowed his thick eyebrows. The wrinkles around his eyes deepened a little more.
Count Schneider, who was looking at her attire, said, “First, sit down, Miss Clozé.”
“Hmm.”
Count Schneider’s eyes shifted again to her dress. As he recalled the face of his living grandson, he rubbed his palms and cast his eyes to the butler.
“First, the tea…….”
“It’s fine, Count.”
Count Schneider slowly turned his head. With an inexplicable eye, he stared at her, then quickly noticed Marianne’s intentions and gestured for the butler to leave.
The quickwitted butler quietly left the room. Marianne turned her gaze to Count Schneider only after the door closed.
The Count, who had been looking at her, finally spoke in a familiar tone.
“Marianne? Is it really Marianne?”
“Yes, Count.”
Count Schneider thought he knew his daughterinlaw quite well. She had faithfully supported Christoph, and as the only woman of the Schneider family, she had not forgotten to take care of the family affairs.
He recalled Marianne’s face, standing next to Christoph and smiling bashfully. His eyes once again focused on the widow in the black dress.
“What’s the matter, Marianne?”
Count Schneider, who couldn’t find the answer in the end, couldn’t bear the silence any longer and opened his mouth first. Marianne slightly lifted her veil and made eye contact with him.
Her voice flowed out resolutely.
“I will divorce Christoph, Your Grace.”
Gulp.
Count Schneider involuntarily let out a groan. He pressed his forehead and furrowed his brows. Deep wrinkles formed around his eyes.
Yes, he knew his daughterinlaw quite well. She wasn’t the type to say such things carelessly.
If Marianne had mentioned divorce, it meant there was a serious problem between the two.
“Mari.”
Count Schneider called her in a tender voice. It was a soft tone, as if comforting a child. His light blue eyes, lighter than Christoph’s, gazed at her warmly.
“I admit that Christoph is blunt. I know he doesn’t take care of a woman’s heart gently. He must have neglected the family, buried in work. You must have suffered a lot emotionally. But Mari.”
“Whatever you say, Your Grace, my mind will not change. It’s already decided.”
Count Schneider was silent once more. Even though the arm bends inward, Christoph could not be described as having a mild temperament.
Christoph was blunt with everyone. In some ways, he was a consistent man.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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