Don't Obsess Over A Married Woman (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“Then I shall take my leave and not disturb your family’s time any further. Once again, I offer my condolences for your loss, Duchess, and Viscount.”
“Thank you for taking the trouble to come, Count Alphon.”
Cardiel, as chief mourner, expressed his gratitude to Sir Joseph. That should have concluded Sir Joseph’s visit of condolence.
Or so I had thought.
Crash! Bang!
A loud sound, as if something had shattered, echoed from the corridor outside the room.
Cardiel, Sir Joseph, and I—as well as the servants present—were all startled and turned toward the door at once.
“What’s going on?”
Hearing the ominous noise, the servants rushed out first.
Just as I was wondering whether I should go check on the situation myself, Cardiel spoke.
“I’ll go see what happened and come right back, Stepmother.”
“Very well, go ahead.”
“Count Alphon, please wait here for a moment.”
“Of course.”
Since we had no idea what was happening outside, we couldn’t possibly send our guest away. Thus, Sir Joseph had no choice but to wait with me for a while.
“Please take a seat while you wait, Sir Joseph.”
Though I didn’t think anything truly serious had occurred, it seemed it might take some time to settle the matter.
I offered Sir Joseph a seat, and without protest, he sat down at a suitable distance from me.
At that moment, our eyes unexpectedly met.
“…?”
What should I say?
Strangely, the air around us suddenly felt unbearably awkward.
It wasn’t the usual discomfort of silence.
Even if I was naturally introverted, I’d spent over a decade in high society—surely, making small talk shouldn’t be this difficult?
Yet this feeling defied easy description.
It was as if Sir Joseph’s crimson eyes were meticulously, persistently scrutinizing every corner of me.
Why? Had I done something wrong?
Or… was I even perceiving this correctly?
“Back then…”
It was my own words, unable to bear the awkward silence any longer, that finally broke it.
“I mean, in the banquet hall’s lounge on the day the social season began, Sir Joseph.”
“Yes, I remember that day clearly.”
“What exactly did you mean by what you said to me then?”
Fortunately, once I started speaking, articulating my thoughts wasn’t too difficult.
Above all, I’d been deeply curious about that incident ever since.
At the time, I’d dismissed it as a joke—but everything he’d mentioned had actually come to pass.
Had my husband been murdered, I would’ve suspected Sir Joseph right away.
But what happened before my eyes was unmistakably an accident.
Even his advice about putting the children to bed early made sense now.
If the children had been awake at the moment of their father’s death, they would’ve witnessed the entire chaos.
How could young children possibly endure such trauma?
Thinking this far, an inevitable, chilling question arose.
How could Sir Joseph have been so certain such an event would occur? And how could he have advised putting the children to bed early?
“He’s no prophet.”
This was an age where prophecy and magic had long vanished into history. That possibility was utterly out of the question.
“You predicted exactly that my husband would die, didn’t you?”
At my question, Sir Joseph fell silent with a peculiar expression, and I watched him intently, as if urging a reply.
After a brief pause, he faintly narrowed his eyes.
“What I know isn’t limited to that alone, Madam.”
“Oh?”
I couldn’t immediately grasp what he meant. Sir Joseph continued.
“For example, I also know that two mourners who dislike each other will arrive simultaneously in one hour and ten minutes from now—and that their presence will place you in a very difficult situation.”
“…?”
“Of course, that much might still be predictable by anyone if enough coincidences aligned. Still, it’s the quickest way I can prove to you that I possess knowledge of the future. Therefore—would you like me to tell you about something further ahead as well?”
Wait, hold on.
“You truly know the future?”
“With reasonable accuracy, yes.”
His claim sounded so implausible that I stupidly echoed the question.
“That can’t be. How is such a thing even possible?”
I swear this was the first time in my life I’d ever sounded so naive. I kept blurting out what came to mind.
“More importantly, I don’t understand why you’d tell me something like this. If I had such an ability, I’d use it more wisely—like preventing some catastrophic future event or investing where profits are guaranteed…”
“That’s precisely what I’m doing now.”
“Pardon?”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Firstly, the reason this is possible is simply because I possess such an ability. I understand it may sound like fraud, but you can’t deny a power that undeniably exists.”
“What… are you saying you’re some kind of prophet, Sir Joseph?”
“Rather…”
He paused briefly, choosing his words carefully.
“‘Regressor’ would be a more accurate term. Having rewound time several times, remembering future events isn’t particularly difficult for me.”
What on earth was he talking about now?
I’d never even heard the word “regressor” before.
“And the reason I’m telling you this, Duchess Dieren, is exactly as you said—because I intend to invest where it will benefit me most.”
“In other words, I am your investment target?”
“Precisely.”
Even after hearing that, I could only blink dumbly in response.
As if giving me time to process, Sir Joseph smiled leisurely and glanced around the room.
His gaze soon settled on my husband’s coffin, and he spoke again.
“Trust is essential in any transaction. Since you likely still find my words hard to believe, I suppose I should offer further proof.”
Thus, I heard from Sir Joseph several events that would soon unfold.
Around that time, Cardiel returned to the room.
“It seems the decorative armors Father had placed in the hallway have toppled over, Stepmother.”
It wasn’t a major incident, yet it carried ominous weight.
When Cardiel confirmed everything had been settled, Sir Joseph rose to his feet—it was time to see our guest off.
[This is the timeline separator]Just as Sir Joseph had said.
Precisely an hour after he left, two people with whom I had poor relations arrived simultaneously.
This really was troublesome. I never expected them to show up.
“Hmm, ahem. First, allow me to express my condolences. Having lost my own younger brother, I understand profound grief—so I can only imagine your sorrow, Madam.”
“Liselotte, you must be deeply distressed.”
One was a collateral relative of House Dieren, the other my own elder brother.
“Thank you both for coming to bid farewell to my husband. Viscount Baden, and Baron Landgritz—I apologize for receiving you seated due to my ankle injury.”
For the record, these two were by no means enemies, as Sir Joseph had claimed.
On the contrary, they shared a close alliance.
My elder brother, Baron Landgritz, had inherited his title thanks to my marriage into the Dukedom.
Viscount Baden had secured his current position as Lord Privy Councilor with the dowry my brother had arranged for me.
That was the extent of what I knew about their relationship—yet Sir Joseph had told me something entirely different.
He claimed their bond would completely fracture following Duke Dieren’s death.
At the time, I’d doubted it—but…
“It seems his words were true after all.”
Though they entered together, the way they glared at each other was pure enmity.
That was exactly what people meant when they said eyes sparked with fire.
Entering the room where my husband lay, they sized each other up warily—even squabbling silently over who should pay respects first.
Mediating between them was quite a chore.
“Liselotte, come with me for a moment.”
And that wasn’t even the end of it.
Right after placing lilies beside my husband’s coffin, my elder brother addressed me with solemn gravity.
Viscount Baden ground his teeth, clearly furious at having been outmaneuvered again.
“Let’s speak here, Elder Brother. My ankle injury makes moving difficult right now.”
“Hah, Liselotte. It’s just the next room—what’s so hard about that? If you’re this lazy now, how will you possibly manage and lead the Dukedom in the future? Being head of a noble house is no simple task.”
Ugh, why must he be so infuriating?
Did he really have to embarrass me like this in front of my in-laws, right after that tense staring contest with my nephew?
“I’ll accompany Viscount Baden to the adjacent room, Stepmother.”
“Well… Very well. I also had something to say to my nephew, after all. I suppose the more magnanimous and generous of us should yield.”
“…Cardiel. Will you do that for me?”
“Viscount Baden, allow me to show you the way.”
My elder brother truly was fortunate—he had such a considerate nephew as Cardiel.
Though Viscount Baden had agreed to move, his expression was sour, as if he’d just lost some contest of wills.
Soon the door closed, leaving only my elder brother and me alone.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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“You did, Euphemia. You were sitting right in that mud—you couldn’t possibly be
Does she have a split personality 🤔 😳? I could see that based on the trauma they have
“Yet you claim to have attained scholarly mastery—on par with what imperial-born
This is like watching the regressor’s buff from a 3 rd person perspective
A creature that slowly devoured a person’s brain, driving them inevitably to mad
Ohhh I wonder what it is about her that makes his headaches go away
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It’s good so far I just hope the story can deal with heavy trauma properly
Soo all this talk about the dungeons being a maze and very dangerous was for what???
Aww this is such a tesrjerker of a chapter 🥲🥺 . Now she knows they love her ( they made it obvious though)