Deborah Johnson. Or Deborah Barker. A common name and a damned common surname, but her black hair and black eyes were anything but.
Brown, maybe, but such jet-black hair was rare and captivating.
Her husband must have lovingly grasped that black hair, their lips meeting. Each time, Deborah would laugh with her eyebrows trembling as if it were troublesome.
“……”
Zen’s grip tightened. If a teacup had been in his hand, it would have tragically turned to dust.
“……Deborah.”
Though his expression was grim, his voice calling her name was beautiful.
Blinking quietly, Deborah heard Zen’s decisive words.
“Regrettably, you cannot leave. Absolutely not.”
Recalling Zen’s gaze, Deborah shuddered and shook her head.
“What a situation.”
Why was Zen so obsessed with her? Her only fault was attending the interview, and even that didn’t go particularly well.
‘Is it because of Lady Saint?’
Lady Saint, or Duchess Forea, might have made it difficult for Zen to reject someone she recommended. Her recommendation held that much weight.
‘But didn’t he mock me for my bad luck during the interview?’
Her head began to ache. Was it okay for life to be suddenly hit by such a storm?
Rubbing her forehead, Deborah groaned, when someone knocked at the door.
“Miss, may I come in?”
“Oh, of course.”
The person who came to Deborah’s room was a maid. Perhaps around twenty? Young, but not immature.
Having been in service for a while, the maid knew how to greet guests with a gentle smile, which Deborah returned.
“Good evening, miss. We’re preparing dinner. Do you have any favorite foods or ingredients you avoid?”
“No, it’s okay! I don’t need to eat.”
The maid looked perplexed at Deborah’s refusal.
“Master insisted, before he left, that I should take care of all your needs, especially your meals, with utmost attention,” the maid informed Deborah.
‘Zen did?’
Deborah wrinkled her brow, picturing Zen giving that order with a stern face, insisting on not tarnishing the honor of the Baker family.
“I’m really full, I’m sorry.”
Deborah politely reiterated her refusal with a troubled smile. She wasn’t falsely declining; she truly felt like she couldn’t eat another bite.
That’s when Zen, earlier in the afternoon, had unilaterally decided on this arrangement for Deborah.
“Just have some for now.”
Zen placed a slice of luxurious cream cake, topped with sparkling fruits, on the clean plate in front of Deborah.
She couldn’t even think of picking up the fork, just staring at the cake. Eat cake now? In this situation?
“Do you dislike cream cakes? I can bring something else.”
“No, it’s not that…”
While Deborah wasn’t a big fan of desserts, she liked them well enough. Indulging in such luxury would bring temporary happiness.
But now was not the time for cake. She had no appetite and her mind was too cluttered.
“Is it difficult for you to eat because of me?”
Startled by Zen’s unexpected question, Deborah’s eyes widened.
Zen, seeing her large eyes full of astonishment, said,
“Regrettably, I plan not to leave until you finish this. So, stop hesitating and eat.”
What a preposterous thing to say. Deborah blinked a few times. Indeed, she was uncomfortable with Zen there. But she couldn’t outright admit that his presence was bothersome.
“No, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable, it’s just…”
“Before making excuses, I would start with moving the fork.”
Zen interrupted her explanation, gesturing towards the mountain of desserts and sandwiches on the table.
“You’ll need to eat quickly to finish all of this, won’t you?”
Zen seemed truly intent on not leaving until she ate.
‘No choice then.’
Deborah managed a forced smile.
“Thank you, I will eat.”
She swallowed the discomfort filling her mouth and allowed the cake to take its place.
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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