A Different Husband Every Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
My lips began to dry out from sheer tension.
A silence as still as if a storm had swept everything away passed.
It was certain that if Elihu touched me, my holy power would be revealed immediately. I had to avoid it.
But my body had stiffened like dry branches, making it hard to move easily.
Just as I blankly stared with unfocused eyes at Elihu’s hand slowly approaching me—
“Elihu.”
Thud.
A voice instantly dispelling my tension reached my ears. At the same time, the hand reaching toward me was blocked.
“What are you doing to my wife?”
His voice was sharp and fierce, tearing through Elihu with intensity. Elihu rose respectfully from his seat and bowed courteously toward Levanfel.
“I greet Your Imperial Majesty.”
“I asked what you were doing to my wife.”
“…Ah.”
Elihu’s lips moved soundlessly, then he glanced at me briefly.
‘…Huh?’
He seemed to be saying something to me while rolling his eyes—but I couldn’t understand what he meant.
“Elihu.”
“…Ah. No. I merely happened to pass by and greet Her Highness the Princess—that’s all.”
“To me, it looked as if you were about to do something to the Princess.”
“Absolutely not.”
Immediately after Levanfel finished speaking, Elihu frowned and denied it sharply—as if trying to protect my secret.
‘…Must be my imagination.’
Elihu relaxed his frown and spoke with the pure, innocent sincerity of someone proving their innocence.
“Your Majesty, I serve Lord Semula. I would never harbor any other intentions toward Her Highness.”
“Would you swear on your god?”
“How could a child possibly swear by their parents? Instead, I swear on my life.”
Levanfel scanned Elihu with narrow eyes. Perhaps sensing genuine sincerity in those emerald-like pupils, he released Elihu’s hand.
“…I suppose both the Princess and I have grown overly sensitive with the wedding approaching. My apologies, Elihu.”
“Not at all. I completely understand.”
Elihu smiled, smoothing his chest reassuringly. Then he turned toward me. His clear, untainted eyes were filled with childlike, pure curiosity—
As if wondering who I really was.
“Your Highness, I’m sorry if I startled you.”
“…No. It’s fine.”
“When you’re free later, please summon me. I’ll bestow upon you the purification blessing I couldn’t give before.”
After offering his polite apology, Elihu turned away—walking off without a backward glance, as though reassured now that I was with Levanfel.
Levanfel watched until Elihu disappeared around the corner. Only after confirming he’d vanished completely did he approach my side.
“Are you all right?”
Levanfel reached out his hand to help me stand—a stark contrast to his demeanor last night.
“I’m fine.”
I grasped his hand firmly, conveying multiple meanings: I was fine, and my secret remained undiscovered—for now.
“What’s next? You never know when we might run into another strange fellow on the way. I’ll escort you.”
“I need to go to the dressing room for a fitting. They said the dress I ordered has arrived.”
Walking beside me, Levanfel gently pulled me along naturally.
“Were you enjoying tea time with Elihu?”
“Tea time with the High Priest? Do I look like I came to confess my secrets and beg him to uncover them?”
“Then what happened?”
“I met Viscount Liranef in the garden.”
His face, which had just begun to thaw, hardened once again like a snow-covered mountain.
“Who did you say?”
“Viscount Liranef. He kept bringing wonderful tea despite saying he was busy… With so many people watching, I couldn’t refuse anymore.”
Levanfel bit his lip tightly, clearly suppressing his anger just as he had last night.
“It’s fine. He probably won’t come seeking me again.”
“What happened?”
“I told him outright that I didn’t need him since he kept ignoring me.”
Whenever Viscount Liranef was mentioned, Levanfel’s mood visibly darkened.
Yesterday, he’d clearly said he wanted to kill him—but couldn’t do it right away. He’d said it would change the future.
‘If Viscount Liranef dies, does the future change? But no one can possibly know the future.’
Unless you’re a god, who could possibly know what’s coming?
Still, it seemed something had happened between Viscount Liranef and Levanfel.
‘I don’t know anything at all.’
As usual, this wasn’t the moment to ask—he clearly wasn’t in the mood to tell me.
“You’ve caused the Princess distress because of me.”
“How is that Your Majesty’s fault? It’s the fault of the one who ignored me. I know how to distinguish between perpetrator and victim. Surely you aren’t planning to shelter me like a delicate flower in a greenhouse?”
Levanfel had no reply—my words had struck a nerve.
We still knew little about each other—neither I nor Levanfel.
Having never relied on anyone else’s help in my life, Levanfel’s aid still felt unfamiliar.
“If you’re thinking of doing that, it’s fine. I’ll handle my own affairs. You know that, right? I didn’t grow up sheltered and pampered with nothing but love in the Lupeon Kingdom.”
“Princess.”
“Don’t take my matters and make them yours without permission.”
Levanfel stopped walking, his expression bewildered—as if unable to understand why I’d refuse him when he offered to walk the thorny path in my stead.
“I don’t like it when someone cuts off my hands and feet and then insists on doing everything for me.”
But was walking that thorny path for me truly for my own good?
Because then, every time I try to walk my own thorny road, I’ll think of Levanfel. And he can’t possibly stay by my side forever.
“I’m not suggesting cutting off your hands and feet. I was just worried he might be dangerous to you.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t recklessly risk my life either—I value it the most.”
After all, I’m not some kind-hearted, loyal fairy-tale princess.
“That doesn’t mean I intend to handle everything myself. If I judge a danger beyond my capacity, I’ll toss it to Your Majesty and run away.”
Because I need to live a long, long life. Mother told me that as long as I stay alive, everything will eventually be mine.
“Then I’ll leave the rest to Your Majesty to handle.”
I smiled brightly at Levanfel. Only then did his frozen expression finally soften like melting snow.
“So you’re delegating your messes to me now?”
“Mess? It’s just division of labor! I do the causing; Your Majesty handles the cleanup.”
“You always amaze me. You truly are someone worth learning from, Princess.”
“…Is that meant as a compliment?”
“I’ll leave the interpretation to your imagination.”
“Your Majesty is also someone worth learning from.”
“For example?”
“…Uh… well…”
I hadn’t expected him to actually ask.
“Hmm… Perhaps your strong decisiveness—like being ready to cut off anyone’s head at any moment?”
“…”
“Or your clearly defined abdominal muscles?”
It seems our Emperor doesn’t have much to offer after all.
.
.
.
After taking me to the dressing room, Levanfel left, saying he’d return at midnight. With the wedding just days away, he seemed to have many tasks ahead.
Once Levanfel was gone and I’d finished my dress fitting, I summoned Jaerim under the pretense of reviewing the wedding schedule.
“Your Highness, you called?”
“I’m nervous—the wedding’s so close. Could you briefly explain the ceremony’s sequence and what I’ll need to do that day?”
Jaerim innocently listed for me the tasks I’d handle on the day itself.
“…That concludes the wedding ceremony. Lady Marina will likely provide further details later.”
“It doesn’t seem too difficult.”
“Also, on your wedding day, I, Lady Marina, and your appointed attendants will stay by your side constantly—you needn’t worry at all.”
“Counselor Jaerim… there’s something I’d like to ask.”
“Yes. And Your Highness, please feel free to call me more casually now.”
Jaerim looked up from his documents.
“Understood. Then… Jaerim.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Why did you recommend Viscount Liranef to me?”
Despite the abrupt question, Jaerim remained composed. An unreadable glimmer flickered in his eyes.
“It was obvious at a glance that Viscount Liranef and His Majesty don’t get along. I didn’t think you’d miss that.”
“There was no special reason. He was simply one of the influential figures in high society.”
“Even knowing he’s at odds with His Majesty?”
“Politics isn’t conducted solely on personal feelings. As I mentioned before, power itself isn’t inherently good. But if evil power can be used for good, is it truly wrong?”
“…”
“I serve His Majesty. Even if I dislike someone personally—or if their power stems from vile, unacceptable deeds—if it aids His Majesty and his cause, I’ll gladly advise joining hands.”
Jaerim was resolute. His ever-impassive face felt even colder than usual today.
“But such powers, even when used for good, often lead to ruin in the end.”
“Good and evil are separated by a hair’s breadth. I don’t see them as vastly different, Your Highness.”
Jaerim set his documents on the table and rubbed his darkened temples as he spoke.
“If evil benefits me, then in my situation, it becomes good. Shall I give an example?”
“An example?”
“I believe I understand why the Ferdiax Experiment came to be.”
“…!”
I startled and quickly checked my surroundings. Fortunately, everyone else had already left—only Jaerim remained.
“Are you insane? If anyone heard that, you’d be sentenced to death immediately.”
“Are you worried about my execution right now?”
Jaerim shrugged nonchalantly.
“I’m not endorsing human experimentation. It’s clearly a crime and ethically indefensible—there should’ve been other ways to conduct it.”
“…”
“But… the world is currently heading toward its end. If the world collapses, everyone will perish. Is anyone stepping forward now to prevent this apocalypse?”
“Jaerim.”
“But what if—just suppose—the alchemist’s experiment succeeded, and he created the World Tree? What if the world’s destruction were truly averted?”
“That won’t happen.”
“What if the experiment succeeds?”
“I guarantee it… won’t succeed.”
Levanfel had survived the experiment as a success case, yet he’d failed to create the World Tree. I wanted to argue that the experiment was a failure—but that secret couldn’t be spoken aloud.
“Recently, a coastal village in a minor kingdom at the continent’s southernmost tip sank beneath the sea.”
“…”
“There was no time to save them. Rising sea levels simply swallowed the village whole. Such events will only grow more frequent—the coming apocalypse means exactly that.”
“Even so, that doesn’t justify those atrocities.”
“You’re right. But broadly speaking, isn’t life always like this? Even now, we live by trampling on someone else’s sacrifice—we just don’t see it.”
“…How is that different from throwing people into a fire just to survive and stepping on their ashes to live?”
“Of course, Your Highness is also correct.”
Jaerim smiled and gathered the documents from the table into his arms.
“That’s precisely why I said I see good and evil as separated by a hair’s breadth. I don’t expect you to agree with me—I know it’s selfish and shouldn’t happen. I’m merely stating my perspective.”
“Jaerim… even if not now, you might deeply regret this someday.”
If he ever discovers Levanfel’s secret—what would Jaerim say then?
Jaerim, knowing nothing, merely gave a bitter smile.
“Jaerim… so that’s why you recommended Viscount Liranef to me?”
“Yes. Viscount Liranef is utterly inconsiderate, habitually dismissive of others, excessively vain, and embodies the very essence of arrogance—someone who always wishes to dominate others.”
“…”
“But his soldiers, power, wealth, and land—these will become crucial assets for the Empire should the continental peace treaty shatter and war erupt.”
He was right.
For now, the peace treaty holds nations from invading each other—but how long will it truly last?
The moment one side betrays, it will surely collapse like a house of cards.
“That’s why I recommended him to you. If Viscount Liranef aligns with you, he can protect His Majesty—and this Empire.”
“Jaerim… you care deeply for His Majesty, don’t you?”
“…Hm?”
At my question, Jaerim’s eyebrows twitched subtly. He seemed reluctant to admit it but offered no denial.
“So ultimately, you recommended him to me for His Majesty’s safety?”
“…”
“To ensure Viscount Liranef would become a force capable of protecting His Majesty if trouble arises later. You knew his power would help—but since His Majesty despises him… you passed that task onto me.”
“Your Highness.”
Jaerim met my gaze with genuine, unfeigned honesty.
“I felt this last time too—you’re far too talented to merely become Empress. Might you consider the position of Counselor instead? My eyes are getting sore from handling everything alone these days…”
“Goodbye. The exit’s over there.”
“How cold.”
At my playful tone, Jaerim feigned disappointment, slumping his shoulders before turning to leave.
Just as he reached the bedroom door, he paused and turned his upper body back.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness, for trying to use you for His Majesty’s sake.”
He admitted it plainly—he’d used me as a chess piece for Levanfel.
“It’s fine.”
I waved him off dismissively toward the door. Jaerim left the reception room with a face full of guilt, as if ashamed his intentions had been exposed.
But he didn’t need to feel sorry.
Because—
“I’m using His Majesty too.”
If we’re talking about using each other, I was the first to do it—right from the moment I accepted this marriage.
It was a dark night, even the moonlight fast asleep.
In a bedroom swallowed by absolute darkness, devoid of even a single ray of light,
a hamster stirred.
‘Mew,’ having skillfully escaped its hamster house, climbed onto the bedside table and stared intently at the sleeping Teriella.
“Poor child, lost without a path.”
A sacred voice flowed from the tiny, adorable hamster’s mouth—an otherworldly, profoundly beautiful baritone.
“I shall give you many paths. Though I take no one’s side.”
The hamster’s small paw gently patted the cheek of Teriella, who slept soundly.
“Though you didn’t choose me, I shall favor you—you who carry my power.”
It was a sacred and holy night.
Yet to any observer, it merely looked like a hamster that had escaped its cage, comically slapping its owner’s cheek to wake her up—an utterly trivial and ridiculous sight.
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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