“Sophia’s parents earned quite a bit of money in livestock. They may not be nobility, but they became wealthy by luck. After becoming friends with Sophia, I was often invited to her house, and thanks to that, I had many experiences I couldn’t have had otherwise.”
Christoph listened attentively to her story. When she fled again, he added another name to the list of people to find.
“I also learned to drive from Sophia’s father back then. He used to drive himself while running the livestock business. He was a very kind person and taught me to drive without getting angry. Even when I crashed the car into a tree once, he just laughed.”
“Crashed into a tree?”
Christoph questioned with a skeptical tone, but Marianne paid it no mind.
“It’s been a while, but my body still remembers holding the steering wheel. It’s like once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget it. I’m grateful for that.”
“Hmm.”
Before she could feel uneasy about the mention of driving after such a long time, a sense of discomfort surfaced.
She wished she had learned to drive in advance. If Christoph, the one who taught her to drive without getting angry, had been the one to teach her, Marianne thought she would have had a nostalgic smile on her lips.
A shadow stretched over their heads. The car sped through the dark area. Sunlight seeping through the leaves tickled their eyelids.
Marianne unintentionally narrowed her eyes.
“I’ve never thought I’d go on a trip with you in a car, especially one I’m driving.”
“That goes for me too.”
Christoph’s voice carried a bitter tinge. Whenever he got into a car, memories of that day would suddenly come flooding back like an engraving. The day when his father held the steering wheel, and his mother sat in the passenger seat.
They were a harmonious and loving family. His father, unlike the typical Schneider heir, was modest, and his mother was the most beautiful woman in Blauberg.
They were an ideal couple, at least in the eyes of others. People would gather to praise the heir and his wife.
“…Toph?”
“…….”
“Christoph?”
In Marianne’s voice, he woke up from a cursed reverie. Unbeknownst to himself, Christoph, who had been gripping the handle tightly, turned his head slowly. His eyes met Marianne’s.
“…….”
At first, her pupils held a worried gleam. Christoph’s complexion was pale. His expression was as rigid as it could be, and there was tension in his jaw.
Click.
Christoph, who lightly tugged the corner of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t mind receiving this gaze, not after a long time. He thought it wouldn’t be unreasonable to reveal one of his buried secrets to evoke her sympathy.
Even if it was his own weakness and might later come back to haunt him, he had no reason to hesitate. He was not a man to miss an opportunity.
“Look ahead, Marianne. I don’t want to commit joint suicide with you like my parents did.”
“!”
Screech.
The car, which had been moving smoothly, came to a loud, screeching halt. Both of their bodies surged forward and then rebounded backward.
Marianne turned to Christoph with wide-eyed astonishment. Her pupils dilated in shock. Swallowing a dry gulp, she felt the trembling vibrations and quickly turned off the engine. Then she looked back at Christoph.
Her voice, cautious yet alarmed, was directed at him.
“What… what did you say?”
Christoph, who lightly brushed his tousled hair aside, looked at her with a nonchalant gaze.
He knew he was cowardly and despicable. However, instead of being beneath it all, receiving Marianne’s sympathetic gaze wasn’t a bad deal.
He looked ahead and spoke calmly. He brushed away the accumulated dust of a secret that no one knew and revealed himself.
“It’s not that special of a story.”
His dry voice lacked emotion. It was as dry as reading a passage from a book, without any emotional inflection.
“It seems Father found out about an affair I had kept secret from Mother. They had a heated argument all the way to the Marquis’s estate. Father trembled with betrayal, and Mother was angry at Father’s despicable snooping.”
―How could you do this? Deceive me so easily and commit such filthy deeds!
―How could you spy on me like that? Were you whispering sweet words while secretly doubting me? Good Lord, it’s dreadful! It sends shivers down my spine! I don’t want to talk to you about anything anymore. You’ve disappointed me, Olaf.
―Shouldn’t you start by apologizing, Amelie?
―I’m not sorry at all. I’ve never loved you!
―Don’t lie!
Father’s roar shook the car. The more he yelled, the sharper Mother’s voice became, like broken shards of glass. Christoph watched the two of them with a furrowed brow, their anger pouring out.
They seemed to be having a battle of egos, unwilling to admit their own mistakes and instead blaming each other. As if the winner of this fight could gain some kind of advantage.
―It’s true. I’ve never loved you for a single moment, Olaf. I only married you because you’re the heir of the Schneider family. It was to become the Marquise. I didn’t know the Marquis would withhold his title for so long! Living as the wife of the heir is tiresome now!
―Stop it, Amelie!
―Isn’t that what marriage is all about? Weighing the benefits and choosing the more advantageous side. You’re no different, seeking the title of Blauberg’s most beautiful woman. I’m not just a trophy for you!
―Please stop! I don’t want to hear your vile excuses anymore! Just apologize if you’re going to! Apologize while crying and begging for forgiveness!
Father’s desperate shout reverberated as if it could shatter eardrums. Sharp words filled the air. No one backed down. Claws were out, teeth were bared. The tension in the room felt ready to explode at any moment.
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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