The Olivia Blanchett who used to shrink away in the face of blatant malice was gone. The miserable illegitimate child, hiding in the dark, sobbing, no longer existed.
What had happened to change her so much?
The waltz resumed, but no one left their spot.
Those who knew Olivia’s past just blinked, assessing who had won this unexpected duel of wits amidst the heady scent of May roses.
Anneblyn’s previously relaxed gaze shattered.
Liar.
Madame Lauren wouldn’t lie, so the liar must be Olivia Blanchett.
And that smile must be mocking her.
Anneblyn felt deeply humiliated.
Her fingers curled in a distant rage, tendons bulging on her clenched hand. The crowd, buzzing again, turned their attention to a tall man approaching leisurely.
The man, Edgar Lancelot Langaster, wearing a black evening suit, captivated everyone, momentarily making them forget Olivia’s presence.
Anneblyn smiled unconsciously, calling out his name.
“Ed.”
Edgar, greeting other dignitaries at the ball, had heard the rumors about the confrontation between the Princess of Britte and the former Duchess Leopoldt of Londos.
Slightly frowning, Edgar couldn’t help but walk towards them.
Even amidst the tension, Anneblyn’s hopeful gaze made him smirk.
Once a beautiful romance, their relationship had ended with her marriage. The rumors of its rekindling since her divorce were troublesome for Edgar.
“Your presence graces the event, Your Highness.”
Edgar, who had politely bowed slowly, noticed Olivia Blanchett. If she had any sense, she would quietly disappear now.
Under the bright lights of the rose garden adorned with stained glass lamps, everyone’s attention shifted to Edgar and Princess Anneblyn.
Anneblyn thought the violin melody carried on the cool breeze was romantic, all thanks to the magic of Edgar.
Trying to suppress her trembling heart, she extended her hand.
Edgar, as if by habit, kissed the back of her hand. As he straightened up, his gaze searched for where Olivia had been. Only darkness remained in her place.
Edgar smiled, and the princess mistook it for affection towards her.
Olivia, having retreated to a more secluded area, sat on a bench to catch her breath.
The white marble pergola, though not adorned with lanterns, was well-lit by regularly spaced streetlights.
Relaxing, she realized her heels ached from walking too much. Removing her shoes, Olivia grimaced.
Her heel was slightly bleeding. Pulling a handkerchief from her clutch, she applied it to the wound and looked up.
The dazzling lights of the ballroom were visible, but returning there was now impossible. Not with this necklace around her neck.
She should at least tell Elaine she was leaving, but she couldn’t see her.
Overwhelmed by an unbearable fatigue, Olivia sighed, removed the handkerchief from her now-clotted wound, and buried her face in her raised knees, hugged by her arms.
The cool night breeze rustled her chiffon sleeves against her skin. Olivia gently stroked her thin arms.
Madame Lauren.
She chewed over the name internally. Last year’s client was the Princess of Britte. The necklace was definitely not a mistake. How could such an error occur? It was incomprehensible.
But Madame Lauren had no reason to do this to her. Ignoring the request of a lowly illegitimate child would have been easy.
She should be angry, but instead, she felt bitter.
The distant music and laughter sounded like a far-off world.
She longed to return to her room, to lie in her soft bed. To close her eyes and wake up after this night had passed. It was then that the sound of distinct footsteps on the stone path startled her.
Olivia abruptly stood up.
The man who leisurely ascended the steps was none other than Edgar Lancelot Langaster.
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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