Alright. Does that child, Kian, know about this fact?
Not yet. I plan to tell him soon.
I hope the child doesn’t get too shocked……
Grandmother probably has no idea that I’m more shocked than Kian.
After telling Grandmother to rest comfortably, we went to our room.
There’s not a single feature Kian and I share—how could she possibly believe that!
Now tell me. Why did you tell Grandmother that Kian is my biological son?
Think about it. Doesn’t it seem strange that I’m keeping a blue-eyed, blond-haired child who isn’t yours or mine? Even if you accept that I’ve found a woman I love, adopting a child I supposedly hate with her? Do you really think Gillian will be easily fooled?
Hmm. As expected of a clever villain—he’s sharp. It’s a pity that such a brilliant mind is being used to sacrifice me.
Even if I accept that much, deceiving Grandmother too……
We must deceive Grandmother as well for it to be perfect. If we do it half-heartedly, Gillian won’t be fooled. I think you, of all people, should know that.
I’m not someone like you, who can instantly deduce everything just by glimpsing a person’s surface. I’m just an ordinary person.
Though I was merely describing Sikar’s character traits, he let out a “Hmmph” as if complimented, slightly lifting the corner of his mouth.
Since childhood, whenever Grandmother praised him, he’d coolly lift the corner of his mouth slightly.
He knows I’m aware of this habit, so he makes that sound to avoid me noticing.
A villain who enjoys compliments? Doesn’t suit him at all.
To adopt Kian, it’s better if you’re recognized as his birth mother.
You mean I should tell Kian himself that I’m his birth mother?
Yes.
I can’t do that. You know how much Kian resents and hates his biological mother.
Right now, Kian actually longs for his birth mother. If Gillian somehow discovers Kian’s existence, I’ll either have to go to war with Gillian or kill Kian. Then you’ll become useless to me. As you know, I don’t waste time persuading people. Decide now—will you become Kian’s mother, or will you be buried in the same grave as him?
This madman is really forcing me to become a liar.
I’ll do it.
You’ve made a wise choice.
‘How can this possibly look like I thought it through and answered calmly? I answered under threat to my life!’
Once you reveal yourself as Kian’s birth mother, we must first find Valije, buried beneath the snow.
Valije was Kian’s biological father.
Valije, who fought against the deposed king’s forces in the snowy mountains to protect Kian, was buried somewhere beneath the snow.
As Kian grew up, whenever he felt emotionally weak, he’d remember his father buried in the snowy mountains and steel himself with the resolve to find his remains.
Later, after ascending the throne, Kian would retrieve Valije’s remains and entomb them in the royal cemetery.
Sikar was saying he intended to find Valije’s remains now.
Even I, who empathized more than anyone with protagonist Kian’s suffering, had forgotten this—but Sikar remembered.
I’m not sure whether it’s because of his good memory or his empathy for Kian’s misfortune, but among all the Sikar I’ve seen so far, this was the most human moment.
Then, I’ll ask Kian about it.
Of course you should. If I ask, it’ll seem strange—searching for my wife’s ex-husband’s remains.
No, more likely, you know Kian won’t tell you even if you ask, so you can’t ask him yourself.
Also, be careful how you speak to me in front of Kian. He must perceive me as superior to you, so he’ll obey me better.
That’s only true if Kian is your subordinate. It’s different when he’s your child. He acts that way because he doesn’t feel warmth from you.
That’s exactly why it’s strange. Kian knows that appearing before someone as strong and cold as me could cost him his life. So why doesn’t he act cautiously around me?
Kian doesn’t start calculating like that until later. He’s still a child—he can’t strategize that far ahead.
Typical of that foolish bloodline. Even as a child, I could calculate everything.
‘That’s just your character setting! Of course you got all the good abilities—you’re the boss villain meant to oppose protagonist Kian.’
Lucy is leaving home tomorrow. After we politely return Lucy to Reidox tomorrow, we should tell Kian about the adoption—and confess that you’re his birth mother.
Then, on our way back tomorrow, buy some clothes for Kian to wear.
That’s something you can leave to the servants……
No, you must choose and buy them yourself. That’s what a father does. Say something like, ‘Kian, I bought these hoping to get closer to you—I hope you like them.’
That’s nauseating.
Servants can’t convey heartfelt intentions. Things bought through them won’t touch his heart at all.
Could you be like that too?
Huh?
Sikar, as if hearing something amusing, slightly lifted a corner of his mouth and leaned toward me again.
I’m asking about you. Did you feel hurt because I didn’t buy you clothes when you wanted me to?
Why is he slipping into misunderstanding mode again?
I’m not hurt, so don’t worry about me on that front.
Huh…… I forgot you’re the one who spent five years in unrequited love without ever saying you liked me. Fine. Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a dress too.
‘Ah, no. Don’t misunderstand me on that point!’
Let me hold your hand for a moment.
Sikar reached out to take my hand, but I instinctively hid my hands behind my back.
Again, why?
I can’t quite remember what style you prefer.
You don’t need to remember that.
I find it easier to remember. Even if you’re embarrassed, giving me your hand will be good for your well-being.
Half of everything he says is a threat.
With a face full of discontent, I reluctantly offered my hand. After reading my memories for a while, Sikar sighed as if his head ached.
You have absolutely no eye for clothing. Are you really fond of tacky, bland outfits?
That’s because you don’t understand the fashion of the era I come from. For me, this is perfectly normal.
Being normal is precisely the problem. Do you think it’s acceptable for a duchess—especially the wife of this Sikar Blake—to walk around in ordinary clothes? I’ll have to buy your clothes from now on. A duchess can’t be seen wearing obviously tacky outfits.
You’ll buy my clothes?
Yes.
Just give me money—I can buy them myself.
Perhaps……
Sikar, again looking amused, lifted one corner of his mouth and walked toward me.
Are you thinking of secretly siphoning off money behind my back? If you’ve even considered it, drop the idea. You’ll be caught anyway.
I see. It was a futile dream. I had no choice but to quickly accept it.
As I left the room, I stopped by Kian’s room. He’d already fallen asleep again.
Was he having another nightmare? The child’s brow was deeply furrowed.
Protagonist Kian often dreamed, as he fell asleep each night, of running desperately through a forest as if chased by someone.
Panting heavily, Kian would run through the forest for a long time—then suddenly fall off a cliff.
Sometimes he’d wake from the dream, but often it repeated.
If I become Kian’s mother, even temporarily until we find Veronia as Sikar said, could this little child escape those terrifying nightmares?
Could his next dream be one where he doesn’t fall off the cliff—but runs straight into my arms?
As I tried to stand up and release Kian’s hand, his tiny little hand tightly gripped mine.
‘Alright. Even if it’s fake, becoming the mother of such a wounded child isn’t so bad. As long as the child can grow up brighter and happier……’
I kissed Kian’s forehead as he slept, then quietly slipped out of the room.
The next day, I was again waiting in the carriage with Sikar to find runaway Lucy.
Since we didn’t know the exact time, we’d left too early—and I felt slightly guilty for not even saying goodbye to Kian.
The weather was especially cold today, and after waiting so long in the carriage, I was shivering violently from the cold.
Sikar. It’s really, really cold today. At this rate, we’ll freeze to death in the carriage first. Don’t you have something like a hot pack?
It’d be nice if we did, but unfortunately, we don’t. I’ve actually been considering producing some—they’re truly useful items.
Huh…… if you’re going to make them, please, please do it quickly……
Are you really that cold?
I don’t look like I’m shivering on purpose, do I?
Hmm. I can’t tell whether you’re genuinely cold or pretending to be cold just to cling to me. I can only read memories—I can’t read people’s true intentions.
Huh?
Sikar scratched his brow as if perplexed, then stretched his right arm out sideways and spread open part of his cloak.
The latter seems more suspicious, but since catching a cold would be troublesome, come here. My embrace is quite warm.
Sikar’s expression was as if…… I’d pulled every trick in the book to cling to him, yet he was acting magnanimous for my sake—I was utterly, utterly flabbergasted.
I won’t go. I said I won’t.
Actually, I didn’t intend to go.
But against true cold, I had no resistance.
Since he already firmly believes I’m in love with him, clinging to him slightly wouldn’t even be embarrassing.
As if telling him to think whatever he wanted, I slipped straight into Sikar’s cloak.
Though just looking at him sometimes chills my heart, being inside Sikar’s embrace—whose metabolism runs high—felt so warm I didn’t want to leave.
It was so warm I almost regretted not clinging to him earlier while shouting, ‘I love you so much, Sikar!’
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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