An Incomplete Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
The man was dressed in a neat, slate-gray suit darker than his eye color. Just as he was about to step forward, his hands loosely tucked into his trouser pockets, the manager hastily bowed his head.
“His Grace, Duke Lancelot, is already in the private room with a lady. My apologies.”
Hearing that his father had already taken the reserved private room, he frowned slightly.
The manager anxiously watched the man’s expression, fidgeting nervously.
The man remained silent, showing no reaction.
“I told you I’d go to Anglia.”
One of the group loudly declared with hearty laughter.
“Come on. A beautiful woman is calling.”
“Not really.”
When the man replied indifferently, the manager quickly seized the opportunity and spoke up without delay.
“I shall seat you by the window.”
With a courteous gesture, the manager indicated the table. Only after the man gave a slight nod did the manager finally relax.
This can’t be happening.
Olivia couldn’t simply stand by and accept such unfair treatment.
“Just a moment.”
The group, headed toward an empty table, stopped in unison and turned toward the voice.
“Oh? …… Mrs. Johann?”
Whether naturally loud-voiced or deliberately seeking attention, the man who had just shouted “Anglia” greeted her with unnecessarily booming familiarity.
Since they weren’t on speaking terms, Olivia fixed her gaze on the manager and spoke bluntly.
“I arrived first.”
Edgar turned around belatedly.
Her expression was oddly solemn, as if delivering an important declaration.
She’d been huddled in the shadows even beneath the glittering chandelier light—not because she was Johann’s woman, but because that posture had somehow caught his eye.
But now, she had changed.
Aware of the surrounding stares, she stood from head to toe with elegant poise and quietly objected.
“I’m just reminding you, in case you’d forgotten.”
She even carried an air of gracious magnanimity.
Edgar tilted his head slightly as he looked down at her. A strange heat stirred in his previously bored eyes. He found himself oddly curious—what did it matter who had arrived first?
Her meaningless protest felt utterly foreign, as if she’d just returned from another world.
Though times had changed, the class system remained firmly entrenched. Priority was determined solely by rank—a crystal-clear logic. Yet she seemed completely oblivious to it.
Her absurd remark even flustered the seasoned manager.
“Our establishment prioritizes VIP guests above all.”
“Oh, I see.”
She set her glass down on the bar counter. Lowering her eyelids slightly, she spoke with quiet disappointment.
“I’d hoped to begin my special day in Lytton here at Le Grand Bleu. But it seems today will be special in a different way.”
“I’m truly sorry. As soon as another table becomes available, I’ll seat you immediately.”
The manager courteously requested her understanding.
“That won’t be necessary. My interest has vanished.”
She turned away without hesitation, her maid in tow. Edgar and his companions inadvertently blocked her path. Edgar took a step toward her.
“We meet again.”
He offered his signature smile as a greeting. The woman, whose eyes had been fixed entirely on him, wore a look of bewilderment.
“Do I have to acknowledge that too?”
Her voice was calm, yet carried the wary tension of a cat on guard. Though a cat’s raised fur was merely endearing, she narrowed her eyes firmly.
“What’s seen is seen.”
Edgar’s eyes softened as he held her gaze, a faint curve playing at the corners of his eyes. Other diners glanced curiously between the two.
Conversation had ceased the moment he entered; even the clinking of cutlery had long since faded. His arrival always caused such a stir, so he paid it no mind.
“If you’d like, shall I formally introduce myself? Edgar Lancaster Lancelot.”
Edgar was the de facto head of Lancelot Corp, a globally renowned enterprise. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his immense wealth and power influenced most people present.
Yet the woman appeared unaware—and Johann apparently hadn’t mentioned his existence to his wife.
Her blue eyes, which had been blinking like someone piecing together a puzzle, suddenly widened.
Their eyes met as she lifted her head. Le Grand Bleu—it was his impression of her gaze, brimming entirely with him.
“…It’s the same name as my hotel.”
“Coincidence.”
“…”
Seeing her bewildered expression, Edgar couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.
‘I suspect she’s here to trade confidential documents with the young master. She’s probably planning to stab her ex-husband in the back and cash in.’
Gerald’s assumption was completely off the mark.
This proved the woman knew nothing at all—or else she was an exceptional actress.
Her unusually vivid blue eyes, framed by long, dense lashes, held a transparent clarity. Far too guileless to conceal any sinister intent—yet oddly compelling.
Dining with Johann’s former wife…
“If you don’t mind… would you care to join me for a meal?”
It was an uncharacteristically impulsive offer.
At any rate, he now looked forward to lunch at Le Grand Bleu—it had been a while since his last visit.
Her neatly arched eyebrows twitched slightly, as if she’d just heard something she shouldn’t have. Then her gaze shifted uncomfortably toward the idle men lingering nearby.
“Oh. These fellows were just leaving, so don’t worry about them.”
“What are you talking about? Where would we go?”
“Anglia.”
Even to another man, that breathtakingly dazzling smile clearly meant, “Get lost.”
You bastard!
Ryan mouthed a curse at Edgar.
Are you really pulling this underhanded crap?
Ryan’s exasperated glare demanded an answer.
Edgar ignored him and gave a subtle nod to the manager.
“This way, please.”
Ryan shot Edgar an annoyed look—now being treated as if he didn’t exist—and signaled his friends to leave.
“I hope you’ll find consolation for today’s disappointment at the ball, my lady.”
The man tipped his hat slightly, flashing a parting grin. His blatant gaze was filled with curiosity toward the divorcée.
“No, I couldn’t possibly trouble you. Please enjoy your meal with your companions as planned. I should be going now.”
Olivia addressed Edgar directly. She had no desire to end up on their plates instead of the seafood.
She was also weary of the disdainful glances cast her way from the noblewomen seated far off on the terrace.
That fox again!
Their eyes were brimming with contempt.
“Let’s go, Anne.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Please don’t worry about us on our account—”
“No, it does trouble me.”
Olivia stole quick glances at Edgar, gave a brief nod to the men attempting to detain her, and exited the restaurant.
[This is the timeline separator]“My lady, what about that one?”
Anne pointed toward a row of stalls in a corner of Bichen Park, selling sandwiches, hot dogs, soda, coffee, and various other snacks.
Olivia and Anne’s first meal after leaving the restaurant ended up being sandwiches and coffee.
Dining on a bench beside the riverbank turned out to be surprisingly pleasant—so much so that thoughts of Mediterranean seafood never even crossed her mind.
As she chewed her sandwich, Olivia recalled the ball invitation.
So it was from him.
She’d never imagined someone so young could be the hotel’s representative—nor that he’d enjoy such distasteful pranks.
She’d already decided not to attend the ball, and if he kept bothering her, she’d simply move lodgings. After all, she couldn’t stay at the hotel indefinitely.
Remembering that terrifying moment of death still made her heart race. She’d lived her previous life with such earnest effort, never suspecting it would end so abruptly.
For now, she wanted to do nothing at all. Now that she was free from Johann—absolutely nothing. As if to reward the efforts of her past life, perhaps she could allow herself this brief moment of leisure.
Quietly. Peacefully.
Retreating to a secluded countryside village, far from high society, would be just fine.
Olivia resolved to ease her mind. There was no rush about anything.
A breeze stirred the thick foliage, sending ripples of fresh green through the treetops.
The coffee and bread she swallowed while gazing at the beautiful scenery revived not only her hunger but her spirit as well. Now she felt genuinely eager to begin sightseeing in earnest.
“Well then, shall we go?”
“Yes, my lady.”
The two rose from the bench and began walking toward the distant clock tower.
Not far away stood the clock tower, Lytton’s famous landmark, legendary for granting wishes whenever its two hands met.
Olivia and Anne decided to cross the park. Birdsong rang clearly above them as they walked softly along the path.
“Do you have a wish you’d like to make?”
Anne’s eyes widened slightly with innocent curiosity as she glanced toward Olivia. Olivia couldn’t help but smile—she knew full well it was all superstition and marketing.
“Hmm. Do you, Anne?”
“Yes.”
Anne nodded, offering a shy smile. Her God existed separately, and perhaps had already answered her prayer—that peace would be granted to everyone she loved.
Walking along the quiet path, Anne glanced toward the cathedral’s cross facing the clock tower and silently offered a prayer.
Olivia quietly watched Anne’s profile for a moment, then lifted her gaze to the sky. The spring sky was a pure, clear blue.
A wish…
God had been harsh to her. Not once had a single wish been granted.
Not when her father’s business went bankrupt. Not when her ever-quarreling mother left home. Not even when her father took his own life one day. God had never been there.
Her life had been filled only with the results of her own relentless efforts. That, at least, was something to be grateful for.
Quietly. Peacefully.
Now, that was the life Olivia herself had to strive for.
As the path ended and they ventured deeper into the park’s dense grove of broadleaf trees, couples whispered sweet nothings to each other everywhere beneath the drowsy afternoon spring sun.
“M—Mercy!”
Anne gasped.
“Let’s go that way, my lady.”
“But we’ll be late.”
“The wishes are granted at four twenty as well, aren’t they?”
Seeing Anne’s flushed cheeks, Olivia let out a light, tinkling laugh. The sounds of kissing and birdsong competed for dominance.
To spare the flustered Anne, Olivia steered them onto a side path. Once they moved away from that den of iniquity, the park quickly regained its tranquility.
Olivia suddenly stopped as she walked along the bluebell-lined path.
Under the shade of a large oak tree, a woman sat on a bench—the very same woman wearing the pink diamond necklace.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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This story deserves more hype. People should know more about this.
Sounds like someone is planning to make a misunderstanding between our couple
Here we go again, poor Olivia always getting hurt by men