Don't Get Caught By Your Husband! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Belladonna, who overnight became the Pope’s daughter and the widely praised Saintess, had two concerns on her mind.
First, should she reveal to the world that she could speak?
The answer was no. Absolutely not.
‘How on earth do you do it…?’
As Belladonna strolled through the Papal Palace gardens, she looked down at her empty hands, lost in thought.
In her previous life, though from quite a distance, she had once seen the Saintess heal someone afflicted with paralysis in the lower body.
Standing on tiptoe among the gathered crowd, the Saintess had gently placed her hands upon the legs of a man kneeling before her and quietly closed her eyes.
‘…Then a blue light emanated from her hands, and the man’s eyes widened before he suddenly stood up from where he sat.’
Recalling the memory, Belladonna closed her eyes once more and focused all her energy into her fingertips.
Come on…!
“…….”
But, as expected, nothing happened at all.
It was clear that, for now, she possessed no divine power whatsoever.
‘This probably has something to do with my soul.’
Since the Saintess had gained divine power upon losing her voice, it was only natural that Belladonna—who retained her voice and inhabited a different soul—would have none.
Therefore, she absolutely could not reveal to anyone that her voice had returned.
‘What if they decide to test my divine power…?’
“Saintess Belladonna, many faithful have come seeking you again today.”
At that moment, a voice called out from behind her.
Belladonna quickly lowered her hands and turned her head. A young priest, still bearing traces of boyish innocence, stood shyly with a flushed face.
Belladonna silently smiled and nodded.
The priest stared at her beautiful smile in awe, then bowed deeply before turning away.
At the entrance to the Papal Palace in the distance, many people could be seen waiting.
Why were the people of this world so full of secrets?
Belladonna stood still, wondering how she would get through another day—perhaps she’d count every single pattern on the ceiling instead of staring at the floor again….
“Saintess Belladonna… can she really be trusted?”
Just then, a low voice drifted from somewhere nearby.
Huh? Belladonna slowly turned her head.
Beneath a massive ancient tree, two high-ranking nobles stood close together, whispering secretly.
Hidden by the tree, she was apparently out of their sight.
“Oh, of course she’s trustworthy! She’s the one chosen by God—the very Saintess of Astanya!”
The man on the opposite side spoke slightly louder.
Ah, so they’re talking about me.
If she left her spot carelessly now, they’d surely notice she’d been standing there.
Belladonna held her breath and quietly hid behind the tree.
“No, but even so… what if her divine power disappears someday, and she regains her voice and spills all our secrets?”
The other man cautiously muttered.
Listening to their conversation, Belladonna quietly sighed.
If they felt so uneasy, why not just leave the Papal Palace altogether…?
“Hahaha, Saintess Belladonna is revered precisely because she safeguards everyone’s secrets so faithfully. She cannot possibly reveal our secrets at will.”
The opposite man smiled.
“Don’t you know well that one chosen by God cannot harm others? Any promise made within the domain of God—that is, within the Papal Palace—must be upheld until the day one dies.”
“Well… that’s true, but…”
“The Saintess will take our secrets to the grave. Moreover…”
The man glanced around briefly before lowering his voice further.
“…She isn’t even the Pope’s real daughter, after all. Just relax about it.”
“Ahem… ahem…”
“All we need is to receive God’s grace, comfort, solace, and wisdom through the Saintess.”
“Grace and comfort… solace and wisdom…”
The first speaker stroked his moustache, lost in thought.
“Fine! Add my name to the confession list—I’ve got a lot to say!”
“An excellent decision, my lord Baron!”
So that fellow was a baron.
Belladonna, still hiding behind the tree, let out a small sigh.
Apparently, by hearing confessions, Saintess Belladonna provided great comfort and solace to the empire’s citizens. She remembered how, in her past life, she herself had deeply admired such a Saintess.
Thus, she couldn’t possibly reveal now that she could speak—and disappoint everyone.
‘At the very least, I mustn’t tarnish the Saintess’s reputation.’
Ever since the current Pope took his seat, the Saintess’s divine power had been used only on rare imperial occasions throughout the year—such as the Emperor’s birthday or the Grand Feast of Nativity.
Fortunately, there were no scheduled events for the time being, so the risk of exposure was low….
That day, behind the tree, Belladonna resolved to keep her ability to speak a secret for now.
The second matter she had been constantly pondering was this:
Should she try to find the poor farmer’s daughter she had been in her previous life? She was probably already dead….
“Saintess, you must meet with the faithful again today.”
“…….”
“Saintess, you have a meeting with the priests today.”
“…….”
“Saintess, you must attend the mandatory morning service, and a banquet has been prepared for the afternoon.”
“…….”
But still….
‘Saintess Belladonna is just too, too busy!’
Belladonna simply couldn’t carve out any personal time.
She lowered her head and tugged at her luscious silver hair in frustration.
‘And I certainly can’t recklessly tell anyone that I want to search for that farmer’s daughter…’
She decided she’d have to postpone looking for her past self for the time being.
“Saintess, you have lunch with the Pope today.”
At the priest’s calm voice, Belladonna, who had been making silly faces, quickly raised her head.
See? She was this busy….
She forced a smile and slowly nodded.
Then, the priest—who until now hadn’t left the room—hesitantly opened his mouth.
“Um… I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you to the dining hall today. There’s been a sudden change, and the priests’ class has been moved up… I’m sorry, Saintess.”
Am I a child? Do I really need someone to escort me to the dining hall three times a day…?
Belladonna smiled again, lifting the corners of her mouth to signal that it was fine. Reassured by her gentle smile, the priest sighed in relief, bowed, and left the room.
Once the priest was gone, Belladonna turned and glanced at the clock.
‘I’ve got about twenty minutes to spare.’
She slowly rose to her feet.
Instead of taking the long corridor inside, she planned to exit the building and follow the wide, circular path to the dining hall.
The path winding around the western side of the Papal Palace was forbidden to priests and faithful—it was reserved solely for the Pope and the Saintess.
Whenever her schedule allowed even a brief moment, Belladonna would take slow walks along that path to reflect.
When the Pope wasn’t around, she could at least hum softly along that path….
‘The Pope is probably already at the dining hall by now…’
Descending the stairs and entering the western side of the Papal Palace, Belladonna carefully checked front, back, and both sides to see if anyone was around.
“…….”
Only the faintest rustle of wind—no one was on the path.
Of course—no one would be in a restricted area!
Relieved, Belladonna began walking slowly. Once on the path, she lifted her head, opened her mouth, and let out a deep sigh.
“Ahhhh….”
Compared to her previous life—working under the scorching sun with no shade, going to bed on an empty stomach, shivering from hunger—her current life was abundantly comfortable and satisfying.
After all, here she enjoyed cool shade, delicious meals, and a warm bed.
“…Though I suppose the problem is that it’s just too boring.”
Belladonna murmured softly and gave a little chuckle.
It had only been half a year since she became the Saintess, yet she was already having such indulgent worries—it struck her as almost comical.
Well, to be alive like this at all was a blessing. Belladonna nodded to herself.
So what if she couldn’t speak freely? So what if her freedom was restrained!
So what if she had to carry everyone’s heavy secrets in her heart!
At least this life was incomparably better than her last!
Feeling much lighter, she closed her mouth and began humming softly.
“Hmm hmm… mm, hmm…”
It was a work song she used to hear farmers sing whenever the toil became too exhausting—someone would straighten their back, gaze at the sky, and start singing.
No matter who began the song, it would quickly spread like an epidemic, soon becoming a chorus sung by everyone.
“Hmm hmm… I pray to the heaaven… for a bountifull… harvest…”
Was she just that carried away?
Belladonna soon found herself completely absorbed in the song, even contorting her expression as she recited the lyrics.
What came next? Was it about a bird flying in, or harvesting the crops…?
“O beautiful little birdd… your flighht… Aaah!”
Belladonna suddenly screamed as she hummed the work song softly.
Shocked by her own voice, she clapped both hands over her mouth—if she hadn’t, an even louder and longer shriek might have escaped.
“…….”
Her eyes widened in utter shock, and she froze completely.
Beneath the shade of a tree she’d been glancing at absentmindedly, a large man lay with his arms crossed, eyes closed.
‘Wha—what is this?’
Belladonna clutched her pounding heart, panic rising.
Who—who is this? How did he even get in here?
…Could he have heard my voice?
After standing still for a moment, she quietly tiptoed toward the sleeping man.
“…….”
Despite her earlier outburst, the man remained motionless, still deep in slumber.
‘Is he asleep… or dead?’
Bronzed skin, a straight nose, a sharply defined jawline, and an enormous, imposing build.
He radiated an air of ease and leisure, yet something about him felt dangerously unpredictable.
Judging by his robust physique and rugged aura… could he be a mercenary?
No priest or faithful would dare violate church rules to enter this area. This man was clearly an outsider with no ties to the Papal Palace.
Unable to approach any closer, Belladonna examined him from a distance, then abruptly spun around and fled.
After all, his eyes had been closed.
Even if he’d heard her voice in his sleep, he’d never in his wildest dreams imagine it belonged to Saintess Belladonna.
Praying to God that the trespasser wouldn’t wake up, she ran toward the dining hall where the Pope awaited.
Please… please…!
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Chapter Comments (2)
Belladonna is thrilled to see the sea, but she’s also surprised by her husband Escalion’s attitude towards her. The story unfolds, revealing different facets of their personalities.- 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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