I Became The Ex-Wife Of A Regretful Male Lead (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“Sigh. My heart’s being torn apart.”
Squatting before the empty vegetable patch, my chest felt like it was being ripped open.
No matter how much I scraped together the leftovers to make cookies and cakes, it was still a waste—plain and simple.
These were all my babies, my children.
“Sigh. Well, what can I do? I’ll just have to start over.”
I decided to become a heartless mother.
For the sake of my future dream, I’d push through even if tears streamed down my face.
I firmly pulled on my gloves and grabbed a shovel. This time, I decided to use a regular shovel instead of a trowel.
The trowel was far too small and cute for turning over soil.
As I thrust the large shovel into the dirt and stomped it down forcefully with my foot, I spotted a muscular, broad-shouldered figure running toward me from afar.
“Madam! Leave that kind of work to me!”
It was Markops, eyes sparkling brightly as if he’d just seized a golden opportunity.
“Hi, Markops.”
“Haha. Beautiful afternoon, Madam. But please, hand that over to me—I, the strong and spirited Markops, shall take care of it.”
He certainly did look strong and spirited.
I glanced back and forth between the shovel, my small precious garden, and Markops.
Noticing my hesitation, Markops quickly spoke up.
“Please let you handle sowing seeds and transplanting seedlings! I’ll just turn over the soil for you! How does that sound?”
Why on earth was he so eager to help, even without any bonus?
No matter how I thought about it, the cause had to be Sienna.
It was obvious the maid and gardener were fiercely competing over my vegetable patch.
Well, if they wanted to fight over it, I didn’t mind—it made things easier for me.
“Alright then. I’ll leave it to you.”
As I handed him the shovel, Markops took it with a cheerful grin.
“Shall I make furrows as well?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
“Understood. Just leave it all to Markops, your horticulture expert.”
With a confident reply, Markops energetically began turning over the soil.
Thus began version two of my herb garden.
My herb garden was successfully taking shape.
〈Hey, that’s cheating!〉
〈Hahaha. What can I say? I’m a professional. Hehehe.〉
Thanks to Sienna, who joined the battle in full force after belatedly noticing Markops’s passionate digging.
Because of their inexplicable rivalry, my herb garden was completed with astonishing quality.
All I had to do was step in occasionally to lovingly plant new seedlings and sow fresh seeds.
“It should be about time for sprouts to appear.”
Sienna moistened the soil with her watering can, carefully inspecting the babies.
She scanned every inch meticulously, wondering if any had already peeked out cutely—but so far, all was quiet.
“Well, they’ll pop up soon enough.”
Pushing aside my disappointment, I trudged off toward the library.
The Richter Mansion had a small study that doubled as a library.
Though modest in size, it was well-stocked with a diverse collection of books—and even the staff could freely borrow from it.
Lately, my new hobby had become studying “herbs” and “baking.”
It wasn’t that I lacked confidence now, but if I wanted to open my own shop someday, it’d be wise to prepare beforehand.
“Let’s see… which book should I borrow today…?”
As I slowly browsed the shelves, one title immediately caught my eye.
“When You’re Ill—Shall We Try Healing with Herbs?”
Wow. That sounds incredibly appealing.
I liked how the title felt like it was speaking directly to me.
I’ll take this one.
Carefully cradling the book, I signed my name and the title in the guest log before leaving the library.
Humming cheerfully as I made my way back to my room…
“Huh?”
I spotted it purely by chance.
On my way back, tucked among the dense trees in a quiet corner of the garden, I noticed a tiny red fruit.
“What in the world? Look how adorable!”
Having recently developed a deep fondness for plants, I hurried over to get a closer look at the cute little berry.
Up close, its shape was truly unique.
The fruit resembled a miniature pomegranate no bigger than a fingernail, gradually shifting to orange toward the base.
“What kind of fruit is this?”
It was clearly something I’d never seen before, yet strangely… familiar.
Not just recognizable—but genuinely familiar!
How was that even possible? It felt as though I’d never seen it with my eyes, yet I’d heard its description somewhere…
“Oh! There! I saw it there!”
In the original novel of this world:
“Water the Flower That Blooms Twice.”
I wracked my brain as hard as I could.
“Ho… ho… hooo… Hosan berry!”
Wow. Amazing—I actually remembered it.
And what’s more, I recalled more than just its name.
“This was practically a cure-all fruit.”
What were its effects again?
Good for stomachaches, good for indigestion, good for headaches, made you sleep better, cleared your mind, improved your eyesight, warmed your body—and so on and so forth.
It had all the exaggerated benefits a traveling herbalist might boast about.
In the story, Yeoju first learned about the “Hosan berry” from an ancient text by chance, then—again by coincidence—found it growing in the mansion garden and immediately gave it to the male lead, Dante.
She’d been worried because Dante had a lower body temperature than most people.
“…Should I pick some too?”
As I pondered the original plot, it occurred to me that giving it to Dante myself might not be a bad idea.
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure if Dante’s body temperature was actually that low right now…
But in the original story, it was definitely lower than average.
That’s why Dante always avoided properly holding Yeoju’s hand—he was self-conscious about it.
Every time, Yeoju would look dejected, and so would Dante.
And as the reader, I’d feel dejected too.
“Yeah. I’ll pick some. I’ll give it to him myself.”
It seemed I absolutely had to feed him these berries early to prevent Dante’s future cold hands and feet.
Just as I reached out toward the fruit with firm resolve—
“But… did it actually work?”
Wait a second.
I couldn’t remember that part.
I crossed my arms and pondered hard for a while, but that detail simply wouldn’t come back to me.
…Maybe it’s revealed later in the story?
Truthfully, I didn’t remember the latter half of “Water the Flower That Blooms Twice.”
Actually, now that I think about it… maybe it wasn’t even finished?
Anyway, I recall the general plot and some frustrating moments clearly, but I have no idea how the later parts unfolded.
I know they stopped bickering and finally confessed their feelings—but…
“What happened after that…?”
What became of Dante?
Suddenly, a question arose in my mind.
Wasn’t the Richter family famously known for dying young?
Now I remembered why.
“The curse.”
Though the public debated whether it was real or just rumor, I knew for certain it was true.
In the novel, Dante himself mentioned the “curse” of the Richter family.
But as for what kind of curse it actually was…
“Grrrgh.”
I couldn’t tell if I’d forgotten it or if it was never revealed in the story.
Anyway, the real question was this:
The male lead, cursed.
The kind and lovely female lead.
Did their story end with “and they lived happily ever after,” or with “the male lead died young, leaving the heroine a widow”?
I hoped with all my heart it was the former.
The latter was just too bleak—no hope, no dreams.
After a brief period of inner turmoil, I shook my head.
“Sigh. Why am I even worrying about this? I’m the one who’s supposed to leave.”
A supporting character should stick to their role.
But even after the divorce, I’ll cheer for Dante’s health and their happiness from afar!
My goal is Hollywood!
Repeating that dream to myself, I moved my hand again—
Rather than dwelling on a future I couldn’t change, I’d focus on the one I could:
Preventing Dante’s cold hands and feet.
Come on, come on! You’ve got this!
However, by the time I plucked my sixth Hosan berry, I realized I had no free hands.
I was hugging the suspiciously thick book, “When You’re Ill—Shall We Try Healing with Herbs?” so tightly that both hands were occupied.
Well, nothing I could do about it.
I’ll just leave for today and come back later with a basket or something.
But what about the ones I’ve already picked…?
“Mmm.”
I popped them straight into my mouth.
Oh. It’s firmer than I expected.
I chewed the uniquely textured berry with great enthusiasm.
Its texture and flavor were truly extraordinary.
How to describe it…
Firm yet surprisingly juicy, sour and bitter, yet sweet—and even a little spicy…
“Gah! Cough! Gulp! Hack! Cough-cough!”
The excessively peculiar taste and texture triggered an uncontrollable coughing fit.
Once it started, it wouldn’t stop.
Cough! Cough!
Ugh! It went up my nose!
Tears streamed down my face from the intense combination of sour, sweet, and spicy assaulting my nostrils and throat.
I spent a long time dazed and miserable before finally calming down.
When I lowered my hand from my mouth, red juice was smeared all over my palm.
Oh, heavens.
I quickly glanced around.
“…Thank goodness nobody saw me.”
I would’ve been mortified if anyone had witnessed me spitting out tears, snot, and saliva.
I wiped my stained palms with a handkerchief and shook my head.
Wow… this Hosan berry is…
Really dangerous, isn’t it?
I decided I’d better research how to properly consume it before trying again, and slowly walked away.
Wow. I coughed so hard my waist hurts now.
And so, after Serphina left the spot…
Rustle.
Not long after, a presence stirred behind where she’d been standing.
The source of the sound was a woman pressed against the mansion wall, both hands clamped tightly over her mouth.
Her wide eyes trembled uncontrollably as she slid down the wall and collapsed onto the ground.
“…Th-this can’t be real.”
Her voice, drenched in shock, stumbled out haltingly.
In her mind, the horrifying scene she’d just witnessed replayed endlessly:
The Madam coughing violently as if something inside her was terribly wrong…
And the red blood smeared on her hands and around her mouth.
〈…Thank goodness nobody’s around.〉
Even the bitter, self-mocking whisper of relief felt painfully real.
“This… this really makes no sense at all…”
Soon after, a single tear rolled down Mari’s cheek.
Thus began the colossal misunderstanding that would soon shake the entire mansion.
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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What is this misunderstanding? I hope things don’t get complicated. I hope the heroine’s interactions with the hero will start to improve.
the doctor came again. each medicinal herb and plant has a specific recipe for how to consume it.
it is admirable that everyone was loving and accepted serphina.
my flower serphina 🌸
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Ah, wait—could it be…
What is menopause for men?! Please, is our heroine young or what? Where is she thinking? 🫠😂
"Hmm……."
Yesssssss, think hard, think very very hard, course no one calls a doctor for no good reason, right?🤣
We often wondered how so much food could possibly fit into her tiny frame—yet he
I Know someone just the same! Honestly, he eats triple my amount and still stays as slim as ever!
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agustus_orchid
it seems like there might be a misunderstanding because of the book’s title.
Miioo
Haha, what a strange misunderstanding! I hope the story isn’t too slow.
agustus_orchid
this is what happens if you put everything you see into your mouth.
agustus_orchid
i wasn’t surprised at all. they will call the doctor again.