“Günter has a lot of baggage. I can’t remember exactly which store I left it in, so it would be better if you, Carin, who are familiar with the shopkeeper, go and get it. And on your way back, stop by the jeweler’s to inquire whether the ring I ordered a while ago is ready. There are still a few days left, but I’m curious about the progress.”
“Of course, Mrs. Schneider. I have a firm grip on this department store.”
Carin responded with confident assurance as if to say, just trust me. Marianne, without a trace of doubt, smiled brightly at Carin and nodded.
“Then, please, Carin.”
Marianne watched Carin turn her back, blissfully unaware that she was being deceived, and said, “I’ll be back then.”
“Carin.”
Marianne called her name absentmindedly. The innocentfaced maid turned her head, her brown eyes filled with curiosity.
“…… No, thank you.”
Marianne bowed her head with a faint smile. “Yes,” Carin replied, smiling and turning away. She retraced her steps.
Marianne, who had been watching Carin’s retreating figure, exchanged a glance with Günter and entered the lounge. Only then did her tense shoulders drop, and she let out a sigh she had been holding back.
“I managed to elude the sharpeyed Carin for now.”
After taking a brief deep breath, she looked around the waiting room. The spacious area was adorned with fragrant, brilliant flowers and comfortable sofas.
Three elderly ladies were seated on a sofa, chatting. They were whitehaired, elderly ladies. Three maids stood in a corner, waiting for them and chattering.
Marianne passed them and headed straight for the restroom. She locked the door behind her and, as if someone were chasing her, hastily opened her bag and pulled out its contents.
There were clothes and a hat she had prepared in advance, along with a small handbag.
Having quickly changed, she stepped outside and checked her reflection in the mirror. Dressed in a black dress and black veil, she looked like a grieving widow who had lost her husband.
“Good. Perfect.”
Marianne slung her black handbag over her arm and crossed the lounge. The chatty ladies suddenly noticed the widow and wore bewildered expressions.
“When did that lady come in?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t see her either.”
“Oh my, we must have been engrossed in our conversation. We didn’t even notice someone coming in. It seems time to leave.”
“It seems so, ho ho ho. How quickly time flies when you’re talking with friends.”
“Who can disagree?”
Before leaving the lounge, Marianne took another short, deep breath. Günter was standing only a few steps away.
Would he recognize her?
Her plan was perfect, but it was bound to fail the moment Gunter recognized Marianne. Marianne veiled herself with a black veil and pretended to wipe away her tears with a handkerchief, hiding her face.
Her lips kept drying. Her heart pounded roughly. Pretending to be a grieving widow, Marianne left the lounge. Gunter was standing right in front of her.
Thump thump thump.
Her heart started to beat even faster. Her breathing quickened, and her throat tightened. Just then, Gunter, standing at the entrance, cast his eyes on her.
Thump thump thump thump.
Her heart was about to leap out of her mouth. She concealed her trembling hands with sorrow and buried her face in the handkerchief as she passed right in front of Gunter.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Gunter, who seemed to be watching her for a moment, soon yawned with a bored expression. Marianne wanted to break down right then, but doing so would attract people’s attention.
She barely managed to muster strength in her legs and escaped the place at her usual pace. It seemed as if Gunter would catch her from behind at any moment, saying, “Mrs. Schneider, where are you going?”
Unconsciously, her steps hastened. She opened the department store door and got on a waiting carriage without even a chance to catch her breath.
“Where shall I take you?”
The coachman, who slightly tipped his hat in greeting, looked back and asked her. Marianne urged him in an anxious voice.
“To the train station. As quickly as possible.”
“Yes, don’t worry, ma’am. I will arrive faster than those tin can taxis over there.”
With a bold promise, the coachman whipped the horses, and the brown horse that had been standing still started to move its four legs.
The coachman, whose livelihood was threatened by the emergence of a luxury mode of transportation called a taxi, whipped the horse aggressively, lest she be disappointed.
Marianne didn’t let out a long sigh and leaned back in her seat until the carriage turned the corner. Another carriage passed on the opposite side, carrying an old lady, and there was a cart selling flowers by the roadside.
A young girl offered matches to a passing gentleman, and the grimfaced gentleman harshly slapped her slender hand.
It was the usual scenery. There were no signs of Karin and Gunter chasing her.
Finally.
“…….”
Marianne swallowed as if drinking hot tea, her throat vibrating slowly. She had finally escaped from Christoph’s clutches. He would never find her again.
No, perhaps he might not even make an effort to look for her.
A shadow of an unknown emotion clouded her face. It seemed like regret for the past she had left behind, fear of the bleak present, and perhaps an expectation of an unknown future.
Maybe it was a complex emotion mixed with all three. She felt sad, scared, and thrilled at the same time.
Marianne lifted her head to look forward, clasping her hands tightly. Not far away, the sound of steam hissing was heard. It sounded like a monster’s howl, high and resonant.
She had already decided where to go.
To Blauberg, where the sky meets the sea.
Marianne stared at the approaching train station, her eyes filled with determination.
“We have arrived, ma’am.”
The train station was bustling with people. Arriving and departing individuals created a wave of motion. Swish swish, clang clang, the crowd surged in and out.
Marianne, who had been silently watching them, eventually stood up. She handed the coachman a gold coin.
“Good job. Keep the change.”
“Thank you, ma’am!”
It was time to find Marianne Cloche’s life, no longer Marianne Schneider, and uncover the truth behind Veronica’s death.
Without anyone else’s help, with her own hands.
(This is a time separator.)
“Farewell, Judge Schneider.”
Receiving the butler’s farewell and leaving the judge’s mansion, Christoph hid a satisfied emotion beneath his expressionless face.
He hadn’t gotten everything he wanted, but he had achieved more than half of it. Since he hadn’t given up anything, it wasn’t a losing deal.
Conditional jewelry. It’s not too bad.
Feeling a watchful eye from somewhere as he tried to loosen his necktie, Christoph stopped his hand. The driver who had noticed him coming seemed to be waiting, and opened the backseat door.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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