Don't Get Caught By Your Husband! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Belladonna swallowed hard once, then reached her arm out to Escalion.
With a satisfied smile, he grabbed her waist and gently lowered her down.
‘Whoaah….’
No sooner had her foot touched the ground than it sank deep into the white sand.
It felt as though the soft sand was pulling her feet in.
Startled, Belladonna quickly moved her legs.
I’m going to sink in…!
Watching her, Escalion chuckled softly.
“If you sink in completely, I’ll save you—so go ahead and wander around as much as you like.”
Gradually getting used to the sand, Belladonna slowly stepped toward the sea.
Toward the place where waves crashed with a cool, soothing sound.
It was as if the ocean itself were calling out to her.
“If you get that close so boldly, your dress and shoes will surely get soaked.”
Would they?
At the sound of Escalion’s voice from behind, Belladonna abruptly halted mid-step.
Now that she thought about it, the waves rolling toward her were impossible to predict.
She did want to go closer—but if she lingered carelessly, she might soak the dress and shoes Cindy had worked so hard to prepare.
And besides… she’d probably feel cold on the way back if she wore wet clothes.
Having tied his horse securely nearby, Escalion came over to her and bent down.
‘Huh? What’s he doing?’
Escalion took off his boots, rolled up his pants, and revealed his firm, smooth calves.
He glanced up at Belladonna briefly, flashed a toothy grin, and suddenly lifted her up.
Waaahhh!
Startled, Belladonna pounded his chest wildly.
Being with this man is going to give me a heart attack! I might actually scream out loud!
“Ow.”
He let out a calm, unbothered sound that didn’t seem hurt at all.
Adjusting his hold on her struggling form, Escalion strode resolutely toward the sea, where waves crashed without hesitation.
Huh?
Belladonna stopped flailing her fists and quietly watched what he was doing.
As he walked toward the ocean, waves continued to lap at his bare feet, then rose higher to wet his calves.
Yet he never stopped walking.
‘Just how far in is he going?’
Worried, Belladonna looked down at the rippling waves beneath her.
Finally, Escalion stopped where the seawater reached just above his rolled-up pants at the knees, and gently lowered her down from his strong arms.
“Go ahead and touch it if you want.”
Escalion looked down at her as he spoke.
Belladonna blinked her wide-open eyes and gazed up at him.
So, right now…?
‘He came all the way in here himself… just so I wouldn’t get wet?’
Without tearing her eyes away from him, Belladonna silently blinked her blue eyes.
“If you’re going to keep staring so intently at your husband’s face, I’ll start thinking I shouldn’t have brought you in here at all. Look at the sea, not me.”
At the sound of his voice, Belladonna jolted in surprise and turned her head.
Below her, the shimmering seawater rippled gently.
Carefully, Belladonna reached out and touched the ocean.
‘Ah! It’s cold!’
Startled by how icy the seawater was—colder than expected—she quickly pulled her hand back.
But… it was fun.
Taking a deep breath, Belladonna reached out again.
Splash, splash.
She splashed the surface playfully, scooped up water with both hands, and poured it back down.
Wow, how amazing! It felt like being inside a giant bathtub.
“You’re just like a child who loves playing in water.”
Escalion remarked.
Hmm…
Suddenly feeling playful, Belladonna flicked her wet fingers toward his face.
Escalion closed his eyes and gave a soft chuckle.
“Having fun?”
Yes. It’s fun, you rascal.
In a good mood, Belladonna opened her mouth and laughed.
It wasn’t her usual elegant, polished, or artificial smile—it was a genuine, heartfelt laugh she hadn’t let out in a long time.
Seeing her like this, Escalion’s expression grew serious.
“So you do know how to smile like that.”
Huh?
Hearing his low voice suddenly, Belladonna—who had been gazing at the sea again—turned her head.
But his face had already returned to its usual mischievous look.
“If you’ve had enough sightseeing, let’s head back. Sea breezes are colder than they seem—you shouldn’t let your guard down.”
Though slightly reluctant, Belladonna nodded.
Without hesitation, Escalion turned around and walked back out of the sea just as casually as he’d entered.
Belladonna looked past his shoulder at the vast ocean spread out behind him.
Finally reaching the sandy shore, he gently set her down.
Belladonna looked down again at the sand swallowing her feet and playfully wiggled her toes.
Beside her, Escalion picked up his boots and started walking.
“Come here.”
Do I look like a puppy to you?
Grumbling inwardly, Belladonna faithfully followed behind him.
He strode barefoot across the sandy beach to where the horse was tied, tossed his boots down, then lifted her onto the saddle by her waist.
“Give me your hands.”
What now? Does he really think I’m a dog?
Belladonna held both hands out to him.
With his large hands, he firmly gathered her small ones together and blew warm air over them.
“They’ve turned completely icy.”
Ah.
She hadn’t realized—the seawater must have been colder than she thought.
Had her hands really gotten this cold just from playing in it for a moment?
Until he wrapped them in his warm hands and blew warm air over them, she hadn’t even noticed how abnormally cold they’d become.
‘Ah, but….’
Just then, Belladonna’s gaze drifted downward.
His rolled-up pants dripped seawater, revealing his bare legs underneath.
‘If my hands are this cold, then Escalion’s legs must be….’
Looking down at his slightly reddened legs, Belladonna twisted her hands free from his grip.
When Escalion looked up at her with a puzzled expression, she pointed at his legs with her fingers.
He lowered his head to see where she was pointing and let out a soft chuckle.
“Is the compassionate Saintess worried about my legs?”
Yes. Instead of worrying about me, why don’t you warm up your own legs?
“In the northern battlefields, I’ve rolled around so much that this level of cold doesn’t even feel cold anymore. Honestly, who’s supposed to be worrying about whom?”
Casually saying that, he once again gathered her hands in his.
Belladonna looked down at him, feeling oddly apologetic and awkward.
All because of me…
“By the way…”
Escalion lowered his head toward her clasped hands and spoke.
“…It’s not bad. This feeling.”
After saying that, he firmly pressed his lips against the back of her hand.
At that gentle pressure, Belladonna unconsciously drew in a breath.
What is this feeling…?
She hunched her shoulders slightly and quietly looked down at the top of Escalion’s head.
From her chilled hand, she could suddenly feel her heartbeat fluttering wildly.
After a while, Escalion lifted his head and looked up at her.
“Shall we head back?”
Belladonna couldn’t answer—she simply gazed quietly into his blazing golden eyes.
Staring at them like this, she almost felt she could see her own reflection within his pupils.
Escalion’s eyes were special.
“Bella. Shall we return… to our castle?”
He asked again.
Our castle…?
No—that castle belonged entirely to Escalion.
“…”
But Belladonna couldn’t bring herself to say that aloud.
After a moment, she slowly nodded, and Escalion tugged at the corners of his lips, clearly pleased with her answer.
“As you wish, Saintess. I shall do as you command.”
[This is the timeline separator]“Oh dear, my lady!”
By the time they hurried back to the castle, the surroundings had already grown dark.
Cindy, holding a lit lamp and pacing anxiously near the gate, ran toward them as they entered.
“Oh! You’re back, my lord…! My lady! It’s gotten so cold out—how could you go out wearing only a simple dress! You’ll catch a chill like that!”
Cindy stamped her feet and scolded them loudly.
Belladonna gave an embarrassed smile.
And no wonder—she had just returned, warmly cradled in Escalion’s arms behind her, untouched by even a single chilly breeze.
Heh heh…
“Take her inside quickly.”
Escalion hopped down and helped Belladonna off.
Feeling strangely awkward, Belladonna avoided his eyes and turned her head away.
“Yes! Understood… Wait—my lord? Barefoot… Are you barefoot? Where did you leave your shoes…?”
Cindy stared at Escalion, who had just dismounted barefoot.
With his pants rolled up, revealing wet hems, and standing barefoot on the ground, the sight of their lord was unfamiliar and strange.
No matter how free-spirited our lord may be… what on earth could he have been doing to return like this?
Escalion casually brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead and spoke nonchalantly.
“Don’t worry about me—just take my wife inside quickly. The night air has gotten quite chilly.”
“Ah, yes, right away!”
Cindy draped a soft fur over Belladonna’s shoulders and guided her inside.
As Belladonna stepped into the warmly lit castle, she glanced back at him briefly.
Escalion was handing the reins to a groom who had come running and giving him some orders.
“…”
“My lady? Please come inside quickly. If you stay out any longer, you’ll catch a cold.”
Cindy, standing beside her, repeated with a puzzled look.
Belladonna quickly nodded and put on her habitual smile.
“The bitter cold of Grimbolata arrives suddenly. Though full winter hasn’t set in yet, temperatures drop sharply at night even if it’s warm during the day—so you must always carry thick clothing with you!”
Nod, nod.
Cindy was a bit of a nag, it seemed.
Belladonna nodded and climbed the central staircase.
She thought she could faintly smell the salty scent of the ocean in her hair, which fell down to her waist.
She wanted to hurry to her room, wash up, and rest in a warm bed.
Wait—hold on… Hmm…
Reaching the second floor with Cindy, Belladonna hesitated at the fork in the hallway.
To the left was the bridal chamber; to the right was her own room.
‘Could it be… I’ll have to go to the bridal chamber again tonight…?’
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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Without Belladonna realizing it, she’s slowly forming fond memories with Escalion, but doubt lingers. The painting of the two of them is leaving a lasting impression on her.
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