“I have no intention of accepting alimony.”
“Hmm.”
What’s going on? He’s talking sense?
“There’s no need for a divorce either.”
“Max, what are you saying? There’s no need for a divorce. They will bear all the damage and want to divorce… Isn’t that what you wanted?”
The Duke looked quite taken aback by Maximilian’s words.
So was I.
Did he get a little taste of rejection?
“No. I will persuade Teresa. Please wait until then.”
Having said that, he abruptly stood up and went outside.
My father and I were left alone in the study, muttering to ourselves.
“Could it be that your brotherinlaw was sincere about Teresa?”
“Um… I don’t know. I just found out.”
It was a really unpredictable situation.
[This is the time separator]Since that day, Maximilian has visited the Menisil Count’s house every day.
He was turned away almost every time.
Today, he seemed to have been baptized with water, his whole body soaked.
My father looked at Maximilian with a dissatisfied face.
“Tsk. If you loved the girl, you should have treated her better. That fool.”
I was quite surprised by my father’s reaction.
In the original, he had not been pleased with Teresa’s engagement.
It must have been a rather regrettable engagement, as the status of the family had changed since the promise of marriage.
“Father, didn’t you dislike Sister Teresa?”
“What? What do you take me for, saying that?”
‘A noble calculating only the benefit of the family?’
I thought to myself.
The reaction of the characters other than the original was a bit strange. Considering that Teresa also showed a different side from the original, there must be something I don’t know about other characters.
‘Did I take it too lightly?’
I felt an ominous premonition.
Unaware of my thoughts, my father looked at Maximilian, sighing heavily like a wet rat, and spoke.
“Didn’t your mother and I not get along well? So I wanted my children to marry someone they loved. Look at what your brotherinlaw is doing. I thought he naturally disliked Teresa.”
“Indeed… That’s true.”
I was touched by my father’s unexpectedly serious answer. He wasn’t coldhearted after all.
“But what will you do if Sister Teresa doesn’t change her mind like this?”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe find a suitable groom and send her off. That guy doesn’t know what he has even when he has something good, does he?”
It was a justifiable statement.
I wanted to contact Teresa right away, but decided to restrain myself for a while.
Seeing how Maximilian was treated, I wasn’t sure if my letter would arrive safely.
The people of the Menisil family might throw away my letter just by seeing the Winters crest.
‘I can’t just sit still.’
When a long engagement breaks, both sides will suffer, but Teresa, being a woman, will suffer more.
In the original, Teresa was branded as a hypochondriac.
She was insulted and scorned everywhere she went.
Already timid, Teresa gradually withdrew, and many sleepless nights followed.
‘The root cause of all diseases is stress.’
I quickly wrote a letter to Cassian.
I proposed gathering people who had no contact with Teresa for a tea party.
I asked to invite ladies who had suffered from wayward husbands or those who were troubled because of fiancés with wives.
Rumors usually spread further and bigger as they get closer to the victim.
Upon arriving at the Vellicia mansion, I took a deep breath.
The tea party must be in full swing inside.
‘The protagonist always appears late.’
I smiled and told the butler to announce my visit.
“Miss, Princess Jaina has arrived.”
“Oh, my, please come in.”
Casius’s acting was more awkward than I thought.
That sister, she really can’t do something like this.
I promised never to ask her again, greeting those inside.
“Hello, everyone.”
“Welcome, Princess Winters.”
Maybe because they are all blunt in nature, they didn’t guard against me that much.
We had tea and cookies, chatting.
“By the way, Jaina doesn’t have a fiancé yet. Anyone you’re considering?”
Feeling more comfortable, Casius’s acting became natural.
I lowered my eyes slightly, sighed, and said,
“You know our family is noisy about marriage these days.”
“Ah… right.”
“Yes. If the issue with the viscount isn’t resolved, it will be troublesome.”
Everyone spoke with concern. I began to pout as if I had been waiting for it.
“That’s right. I’ve told Teresa repeatedly to be good to my brother.”
The response was immediate.
When a slightly different story from what they knew came out, everyone looked interested.
“That kindhearted Teresa couldn’t stand my brother’s temperament.”
“Oh my.”
“Indeed, the viscount was overly friendly with other ladies.”
A lady who had been dissatisfied with Maximilian’s actions for a while spoke, glancing at me.
“That’s right. Everyone says my brother is the best groom, but I don’t think so. If I were Teresa, I would be so angry. Thinking about that, marriage seems scary…”
“That’s true, the viscount was indifferent to his fiancée.”
They began to agree with me.
Seizing the timing, I struck the final blow.
“Last time, I saw him escorting another lady while he was with Teresa. My face turned red with anger.”
Everyone was shocked, mouths agape.
Then they simultaneously shared similar experiences they had in the past.
Their outrage erupted in an instant.
“He’s really too much!”
“You mean Lady Menisil endured that?”
“My goodness, how much mental suffering she must have endured.”
Fortunately, they unanimously bashed Maximilian.
Perhaps when they return home, they will also tell this story to their husbands and fiancés, nagging them.
I hoped that Maximilian would bear all the disgrace of this broken engagement.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
