I Became The Ex-Wife Of A Regretful Male Lead (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
What should I do? What can I do?
Mari felt like her head was so tangled it was about to explode.
She desperately wanted to confide the scene she’d just witnessed to someone, yet at the same time, she wondered if it was really okay to do so.
〈……Good thing no one’s around.〉
Given how Madam had muttered that to herself with bitter self-deprecation, she probably didn’t want anyone to know about her illness.
Mari was still lost in worry, tears streaming down her cheeks without even bothering to wipe them away, when—
“Huh? Mari? What are you doing here?”
It was Sienna, approaching cheerfully.
She seemed to be on her way back after filling a watering can, waddling along with it brimming full of water.
“……Sienna.”
“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”
Seeing Mari’s tear-streaked face, Sienna gasped in alarm and rushed over.
The watering can in her hands tipped over onto the floor.
And at that very moment—
“Huh… huuuhhh…”
Mari began sobbing out loud.
All the tears she’d been desperately holding back, muffling every sound, burst out the instant she saw Sienna.
“What happened? What’s wrong? Tell me?”
“It’s just… it’s just…”
Among the maids, Mari had always been the most rational, composed, and almost rigidly principled.
For someone like her to be crying—
Something truly serious must have happened. That’s what Sienna assumed.
Then, after Mari finally managed to catch her breath and stammer out the whole story—
“……Is that really true?”
Sienna turned deathly pale and asked again.
Madam was ill? She’d coughed up blood?
There wasn’t a single person in the mansion who disliked Madam anymore.
True, in the early days of her marriage, some had quietly resented her for her almost pathological rejection of the Duke, but now everyone loved and adored her dearly.
And for good reason, too.
She treated everyone with such kindness—so warmly, so personally, like a close friend—and despite her baking being absolutely dreadful, she never failed to prepare cookies or cakes for the staff as well.
Her gentleness shone through even in the smallest gestures.
She was, quite simply, a woman impossible not to love.
The Duke himself must surely feel the same.
Ever since Madam changed, the Duke’s demeanor had gradually softened too.
The clearest proof? That perpetually cold, distant, and stern face now occasionally wore a smile.
Naturally, everyone at Richter Mansion hoped Madam would remain by their side for a very long time.
In this bleak, desolate North, her presence was like a ray of sunlight.
And now—Madam was ill?
Worse yet, it wasn’t just any illness.
She’d vomited blood.
That wasn’t normal at all. One wouldn’t cough up blood unless it was something seriously wrong.
“What do we do? What should we do, Sienna?”
Seeing Mari so utterly distraught, Sienna gulped hard.
Mari, who was always calm, was now completely shaken—strangely, that made Sienna feel steadier herself.
Gently patting Mari’s back to help her up, Sienna said,
“It’ll be okay. It’ll be alright. Let’s go talk to the steward first.”
“But… is that alright? Madam seemed like she really didn’t want anyone to find out…”
“But if she’s truly in bad condition, we need to call a doctor and get her treated. Since we’re still not entirely sure, let’s just tell the steward first.”
“……Yeah, you’re right. That’s the right thing to do.”
Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Mari nodded firmly.
The two of them immediately went to Barhan to deliver the news.
Barhan’s face also turned ashen in an instant.
After all, he was among those who most wished for Serphina to stay beside the Duke—and within Richter Mansion—for a very long time.
“Alright, I understand. Both of you, keep this matter absolutely secret. First, I’ll call a doctor… No, wait—I should ask Madam herself first.”
Even Barhan, flustered, stumbled over his words several times.
Finally, his lips pressed tightly together, he continued with a sigh-like murmur,
“If her condition truly is that bad… I’ll inform the Duke myself.”
His furrowed brow was heavy with sorrow and worry.
[This is the timeline separator]“What? Call the doctor again?”
“Yes, Madam.”
No, why?
Why keep summoning doctors?
Out of nowhere, Barhan had come to check on my health.
“Are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
Nope.
“Perhaps… you’ve suddenly lost some weight?”
Haven’t lost any.
“Or maybe you’ve lost your appetite?”
My appetite’s better than ever. I eat three full meals a day—plus desserts. I just ate one!
Thanks to regaining my past-life memories, I even have separate stomachs for meals and desserts now.
Yet despite all my protests, the deep creases between Barhan’s eyebrows showed no sign of smoothing out.
“No, seriously, why are you doing this again? I’m perfectly fine—healthy, even, top of my game!”
“…Heh, it’s just an old man’s worry. When you get old, pointless worries pile up, it seems. And lately, my biggest worry is your health, Madam.”
“I really am fine…”
When he put it like that, I had nothing left to say.
While I clicked my tongue, Barhan’s expression grew even more wistful.
“Please, just humor this old man and let us call the doctor again to check your condition. I beg of you, Madam.”
Good grief. He’s going to cry at this rate.
“Fine, fine. I’ll do it. I’ll let him examine me, okay…?”
In the end, I nodded in agreement.
No matter how I looked at it, this seemed like excessive health anxiety—but I wasn’t heartless enough to refuse an elderly man whose eyes were brimming with tears.
Well, whatever.
Compared to the robust Northerners, I probably looked like a walking skeleton about to collapse.
Even Barhan, who was much older than me, clearly appeared far healthier than I did.
…Tch.
It’s a little upsetting, but since he clearly cares, I’ll let it slide.
The moment I agreed to the examination, a relieved smile finally appeared on Barhan’s face.
…He really does see me as a walking skeleton.
An odd mix of betrayal, touched gratitude, and bitterness formed on my face without my realizing it.
“Ahem. By the way, I’d like to request more medicinal herb seedlings. Is that alright?”
“More seedlings?”
“Yeah. Lately, I’ve been seriously studying medicinal herbs—there’s so much interesting stuff.”
I subtly gestured toward the book I’d been reading.
‘You’re sick. Want to try healing with herbs?’
No matter how I looked at it, that title was aggressively blunt.
“…Ah.”
For a moment, it sounded like Barhan let out a sigh.
Apparently, he found the book’s title strikingly blunt too.
I gave a sympathetic shrug with a faint smile.
“…So you truly are studying this seriously.”
“I want to do it properly if I’m going to do it at all. It’s a one-time life—I might as well give it my all.”
This time, there was no reply.
Barhan simply stared at me with a strange expression, then gave a slight bow and left the room.
“Please rest well, Madam.”
Even his retreating back looked oddly wistful.
“What’s with him? Why’s he acting like that?”
In my opinion, the one who really needed a doctor wasn’t me—it was Barhan.
His blood’s “wistfulness concentration” was way too high.
Ah, wait—could it be…
“Male menopause?”
Given Barhan’s age, it was entirely possible.
Barging in out of nowhere to fret over me, constantly wearing that wistful expression whenever he had a spare moment.
Severe mood swings were a classic symptom of menopause.
I quickly snatched up the book to check if there were any herbs effective for menopause.
I couldn’t just leave my steward suffering like this.
Hold on, Barhan!
I’ll handle your menopause myself!
My eyes blazing with determination, I began flipping through the book.
[This is the timeline separator]Meanwhile, after leaving the room, Barhan couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.
“Hoo…”
All that came out was a dry sigh.
Today, Madam had looked especially frail.
And Mari’s claim about her coughing up blood seemed undeniably real.
The faint red stain at the cuff of her sleeve was proof enough.
How could this have happened…?
Barhan paused briefly in thought.
Madam surely knew her own condition was poor.
Anyone who’d coughed up blood would recognize how serious it was.
Then why—
Why on earth—
〈“No, seriously, why are you doing this again? I’m perfectly fine—healthy, even, top of my game!”〉
Why insist on pretending to be fine and avoid medical examination?
And that other remark…
〈“I want to do it properly if I’m going to do it at all. It’s a one-time life—I might as well give it my all.”〉
There was something oddly familiar about those words.
Back when rumors briefly spread that Madam might be ill,
she’d let slip a similarly cryptic phrase then.
Perhaps, from that moment until now, Madam had known something—and deliberately kept it hidden.
The most decisive evidence?
‘You’re sick. Want to try healing with herbs?’
Seeing that title printed on the thick book made his heart sink.
Could it be that her sudden obsession with growing medicinal herbs also stemmed from that?
Regrettably, it made sense.
It wasn’t normal for someone to change overnight and then become intensely fixated on cultivating herbs.
If her sudden interest in herbs truly began because she’d realized she was ill…
“Everything fits together now.”
Heh, heh heh.
A hollow chuckle followed his dry murmur.
Yet one nagging doubt remained.
The doctor’s diagnosis from the previous visit.
At that time, hadn’t the physician said Madam’s constitution was merely frail, with no major issues?
Was that simply a misdiagnosis?
Or perhaps her illness had been too mild then for even a doctor to detect?
Or else…
“Could Madam have deliberately concealed her illness?”
Ah. His head ached from the confusion.
Nothing offered a clear answer or certainty.
His assumptions only spiraled further toward darker possibilities.
Overwhelmed by a rising tide of sorrow, bitterness, and despair, he clenched his fists tightly.
If only it were this old man who was ill instead.
All he could do was pray—pray desperately—that everything was merely his own unfounded worry.
His wrinkled fingertips trembled faintly.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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What’s wrong with our sweet Serafina? I hope she’s not hurt, writer. Please keep our dear Serafina healthy.
serphina is sick because of the fruit she ate. take care of yourself my flower serphina 🌸
serphina got sick because she was abused and because of the fruit.
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"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!
"Could that doctor be a fraud?"
The poor outsider is getting dragged into this house mess for no good reason 😭
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Miioo
What is this misunderstanding? I hope things don’t get complicated. I hope the heroine’s interactions with the hero will start to improve.
agustus_orchid
the doctor came again. each medicinal herb and plant has a specific recipe for how to consume it.
agustus_orchid
it is admirable that everyone was loving and accepted serphina.
my flower serphina 🌸
agustus_orchid
all the employees think that Serphina is terminally ill.