Eventually, the Female Lead Ran Away (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Cough, cough…”
In the first-class compartment of the train returning to Bumers, Lady Saint covered her mouth with a handkerchief and painfully coughed. The capital’s cold weather refused to spare her fragile bronchi. She had only stayed briefly, yet it had already become this unbearable.
‘What a dreadful place.’
Dover—the capital of the great Grasian Kingdom—was where the world’s most honorable and precious things gathered, and simultaneously teemed with beasts salivating over all of it.
Lady Saint disliked the capital. Of course, she herself was also a beast—one of the fiercest among predators.
‘Zen Baker…’
Suppressing another bout of coughing with difficulty, Lady Saint recalled her conversation with Zen from the previous night. The boy, seemingly born with arrogance, yet never losing his sharp intellect despite poverty or illness.
Though Lady Saint had known Zen since his childhood, he had shown vulnerability on only a handful of occasions.
And yesterday had been one such day.
“I do not intend to marry.”
“Oh? After all that preparation? Why? Has someone better appeared?”
Lady Saint smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Zen averted his gaze and replied calmly.
“It seems this marriage is unnecessary after all.”
“Heh heh. Why say such a thing now…?”
“…”
Seeing Zen’s silence, Lady Saint finally realized he was not joking.
“Has your mind changed?”
Lady Saint’s eyes flashed coldly as she asked.
“I do not understand what you mean.”
“I mean, have you forgiven Duke of Verrain?”
“That is a pointless question.”
Zen answered without hiding his displeasure. Only then did Lady Saint allow herself a satisfied smile.
‘Yes. That’s right.’
The detestable Duke of Verrain—that damned bastard. Lady Saint had found Zen to exact her revenge upon him and had extended her hand. And Zen had taken it, accepting his fate.
Though Zen’s current position owed much to his own abilities, it was Lady Saint who had begun it all.
“Zen. You’ve always hesitated about this marriage. But remember why you ultimately agreed. What can a bourgeois possibly achieve in this godforsaken Grasian high society?”
“…”
“Of course, you do possess talent.”
This era was no longer one where titles and birth alone could crush others beneath your heel. The ability to generate wealth from wealth had forged a new kind of status and power.
Given enough time, Zen—being capable as he was—could place most nobles beneath his feet. But for Lady Saint, waiting was the greatest luxury she could not afford.
“I don’t want to wait. Or rather, perhaps it’s more accurate to say I simply can’t.”
She did not have much time left. How could she possibly wait?
“I must see that selfish wretch groveling in the dirt with my own eyes.”
She could not endure another day without witnessing that monstrous man— who had stolen everything precious from her— reduced to wailing in the mud.
“I feel the same way.”
“Really? Then why are you leaving? You know as well as I do that obtaining a title would grant you far greater influence within noble society.”
“But marrying won’t immediately grant me a title, will it?”
“Even without a title right away, simply having Lady Dia Blaise by your side would secure your footing in high society. She would vouch for your standing.”
“I can achieve that without necessarily marrying her.”
Each word met with another.
‘That stubbornness of yours…’
Disliking such arguments, Lady Saint frowned and let out a long sigh.
“Fine. We’ll postpone the marriage for now. Lady Dia Blaise likely has much to learn anyway—keep her close as your fiancée.”
“Marchioness of Forea.”
When Zen addressed her, Lady Saint spoke in a slightly agitated tone.
“Zen Baker!”
Zen immediately pressed his lips shut. Lady Saint spoke firmly.
“Even a stray dog would know that you with the title of Earl Blaise would be far better than the current ‘Zen Baker.’ So why must I turn back now? Isn’t what I’ve waited so far already enough?”
Zen offered no reply to her grave question. After a moment, Lady Saint sighed deeply and pressed her fingers to her temple.
“Zen, my dear. What exactly is it that displeases you so? Of course, Lady Dia Blaise is politically lacking—that much is true. And I understand your worry about how to handle such an innocent country girl. That’s precisely why I lent you that child.”
Zen instantly understood who she meant and scowled deeply, letting out a low growl.
“Is a person some object to be lent out or withdrawn at will?”
“Oh my, I never expected such words from you. In any case, don’t misunderstand. I actually prefer Deborah to you. That child is like a friend to me. Honestly, I don’t even want her by your side.”
Lady Saint spoke sincerely. But Deborah, being exceptionally wise and a prudent arbiter of efficient choices, would surely smooth over any friction between sharp-witted Zen and the naive Dia.
‘Unlike me.’
Lady Saint exhaled another heavy sigh.
“Could it be… you’ve found someone else?”
She asked, though she truly did not believe it possible. Zen Baker? The very man who had never even made eye contact with women, let alone caused any romantic entanglements?
Thus, when Zen answered, “It’s not that,” she believed him without a shred of doubt.
“My dear, I’ve told you countless times—I have no time left to hesitate. My days are numbered.”
Pressing firmly on her temple to steady her thoughts, Lady Saint continued.
“You know well what I’ve done thus far to exact my revenge on Duke of Verrain. And you know I’m prepared to do anything still.”
She was warning Zen—do not, with your foolish confidence that you can manage everything alone, ruin the shortcut she had painstakingly paved for him.
Yet how Zen interpreted those words remained another matter entirely. Or perhaps, Lady Saint hadn’t issued a warning at all—but a threat: do not make me your enemy.
“I never once doubted that we were on the same side.”
At Lady Saint’s gentle tone, Zen exhaled as if releasing smoke from a cigarette, then slowly nodded.
Recalling Zen’s expression, Lady Saint gazed out at the swiftly passing scenery and thought.
‘It seems we’ve compromised for now…’
But the future remained uncertain. Whims once indulged offered no guarantee they wouldn’t return.
‘I’ll have to watch him closely for the time being.’
Until now, Lady Saint had never managed to place anyone close to Zen. To be precise, Zen had thoroughly blocked every attempt.
He was like a wary wild animal—raised by Lady Saint, yet never tamed. He trusted her only so far, allowing no one near him except his own people.
‘Even Todd, whom I introduced to him, quickly became Zen’s man.’
Because of this, keeping track of Zen’s movements had been immensely difficult—but now, with Deborah present, she might at least hear some news easily.
‘Come to think of it, it’s rather remarkable that Zen accepted Deborah so readily.’
The very man who refused to marry Dia had kept Deborah, the handmaiden sent to groom him—undoubtedly because Deborah was capable. After all, Zen had an infuriatingly sharp eye for people.
‘Will Deborah become Zen’s person, just like Todd? Hmm. No. Deborah won’t. She’s a morally upright girl. So if she ever learns I raised Zen out of vengeance, she’ll likely despise me as well…’
“Cough! Cough!”
Suddenly, another fit of coughing seized her. The relentless coughing prevented Lady Saint from continuing her thoughts.
“Madam. I’ve brought another blanket.”
“Thank you.”
Wrapped in the clean blanket the maid had fetched, she felt noticeably warmer, and her coughing eased somewhat from before.
But the coughing would never fully cease. Even if she traveled to a land warm year-round, she would continue to suffer just the same.
‘Until the day I die.’
Lady Saint did not have much time left. Every human faced death as a certainty—but with her frail constitution, she would embrace that fate sooner than most.
Meanwhile, Duke of Verrain remained perfectly healthy, wide awake with both eyes open, breathing easily, and wielding power even as she suffered through her coughing fits at this very moment.
‘This is unacceptable.’
Duke of Verrain must sink into a filthy swamp, thrashing helplessly. He must never escape this hellish reality. For the sake of those who had already departed, it must be so.
“…”
Lady Saint closed her eyes tightly. She wasn’t sleepy—just exhausted.
[This is the timeline separator]Zen’s wedding had originally been planned as a grand affair—so lavish and imposing that even those unfamiliar with Zen Baker would have turned to look.
Countless people had spent long hours preparing for him. The money poured into the wedding preparations was beyond what any outsider could imagine.
‘To overturn such an event so abruptly…’
Zen’s sudden whim had rendered all of Todd and the butler’s hard work utterly futile. Moreover, an avalanche of matters now required resolution—including this very trip, decided abruptly last night, which was itself part of the cleanup.
“You canceled the wedding?”
On a fine, clear day, Dia—her radiant golden hair shimmering like fleeting sunbeams—clasped her hands tightly together and asked cautiously.
Though she anxiously watched Todd’s expression like a supplicant, a flicker of unmistakable hope shimmered in her beautiful blue eyes.
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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