‘It seems Leonarda had an allergy to fur.’
[ I felt good for the first time in a while and attended a dinner with the ministers. The servant serving food first put it in his plate. Then naturally moved to that woman’s side. When that woman awkwardly apologized, the servant seemed to realize the mistake. What am I in this palace… really? ]It was only natural to prioritize a concubine over the main wife.
No matter how beloved a mistress is, she cannot be favored over the main wife in a public setting.
‘Honestly, it’s incomprehensible that a mistress would even be sitting at a dinner with the ministers.’
Considering the current lack of influence of the Empress in the palace, let’s assume that’s acceptable.
‘Did this servant survive?’
If it were me, I would have gouged out such useless eyes.
The absence of such an incident in the diary suggested that the insolent head was still attached to its body. Without strict discipline, order cannot be maintained.
The real Leonarda must have been much kinder than I thought.
“Tsk.”
Irritated, I plucked grapes and stuffed two into my mouth.
Chewing the grapes with my cheeks bulging, reading various stories that choked my breath, I felt an urge to throw or burn this diary right away.
“Huff.”
After a few minutes of struggling to turn the next page with shaking hands…
‘So, the Empress is supposed to do all the work, but the mistress is doing it all under the pretext of the Empress’s frail health.’
So, she can’t be called a mistress but should be referred to respectfully as the ‘Holy Lady’?
‘What a joke. What does being a Holy Lady matter to me? She’s a childhood friend, so what?’
The Emperor must have intentionally seated Leonarda as the Empress.
If a healthy person became the Empress, he wouldn’t be able to give power to his beloved woman!
‘Wait, does that mean he’s still waiting for her to die soon?’
Crazy, seriously.
After finishing the diary, I was extremely disgusted, reminded of Enrique.
“You are the one who’s wrong. To make me kill you…”
I can vividly recall the scene of Enrique blaming me, even with my eyes closed.
Enrique was not under any mind control or spell. He made the conscious decision to kill me with full awareness.
What exactly was his love?
Would it be better if Enrique’s heart never harbored love? If he had never loved me for even a moment, perhaps it would be less miserable.
But he did love me, to an extent.
‘Just enough to love less than himself, that’s how much he loved.’
Even though I, born and raised as a demon, had never learned about love, I knew about loyalty, fidelity, and aesthetics. I wouldn’t have killed Enrique even if I had known he was a paladin.
I was sure of that.
‘Did Enrique think I would kill him if his identity was exposed?’
So, did he attack without hesitation?
I had no intention to attack.
‘He definitely said that, didn’t he? Asking why I came down. He resented it. Resented that he had to kill me with his own hands…’
That meant Enrique intended to have someone else kill me.
Our honeymoon house must have been a trap.
But things went awry when I escaped from there.
‘No matter how many times I think about it, it’s just terrible.’
Suddenly, I recalled the woman with pink hair. Enrique, who always avoided physical contact with me, just stood still when she ran and embraced him.
“Ah, my poor Enri! My love. You’ve suffered a lot, haven’t you?”
That single phrase revealed a lot.
Close enough to call Enrique ‘Enri.’ Probably the woman he truly loved.
Given that he was a prince, her status must be of nobility.
Everything the woman wore, seen through my dying eyes, was expensive, so my speculation seems reasonable.
‘And more so, it must have been that woman’s plan to send Enrique to that region to meet me.’
Quite an ambitious woman. To wait a year to make Enrique the crown prince.
I must applaud her patience.
‘If it were me, I couldn’t have watched my man be with another woman for a whole year.’
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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