Recently, there were rumors about the Dimitri family paying a considerable amount of compensation for damages.
Of course, the cause was Camilla’s failed investment in gifts.
‘I thought they were going through tough times, but…’
Camilla’s situation seemed even more severe than I had anticipated.
‘Well, in the original work, the noble who invested in that item suffered significant economic losses due to compensation.’
Moreover, Camilla borrowed money from loan sharks and invested it all.
It was evident that Camilla’s losses would be more substantial than an unknown noble in the original work.
Camilla’s face was already smeared with sweat and black tears.
A slight vibration echoed on her forced smile-covered cheeks.
“Dar… Darling… But this time, the item is really different! I’ve studied hard and investigated thoroughly…”
“Please! Please stop with these baseless claims!”
The Count’s displeasure echoed loudly, resonating in the surroundings.
Camilla, sprawled on the ground, instinctively cringed at the Count’s disapproval.
She seemed accustomed to such treatment.
However, the Count looked at her with icy indifference, devoid of any hint of sympathy.
“I’m genuinely… tired of you, that woman.”
The Count sharpened his voice.
“I tried my best not to resort to divorce, but it seems like even my patience is wearing thin.”
“Darling…!”
Desperately, Camilla grabbed onto her husband’s coattails.
However, the Count coldly stepped back, shaking off the hand that had touched his pants.
“After the Emperor’s birthday celebration, I will prepare divorce papers immediately.”
With those words, Count Dimitri got onto the carriage without any remorse.
Camilla, who had quickly risen, banged on the carriage window as if possessed.
“No, this can’t be… What are you talking about, divorce?”
However, the Count’s voice coming from outside the window was cold to the core.
“Make sure not to catch my eye until we meet at the imperial banquet.”
“No, please, darling! Don’t…!”
“Depart.”
With the Count’s chilling command, the carriage began to navigate through the crowded market, leaving Camilla behind.
Left alone, Camilla helplessly watched her husband’s carriage depart.
“This can’t be… How could you…?”
Above Camilla’s lifeless face, her black hair fluttered miserably.
Despite her current situation, a crowd had gathered around her.
In the past, such a situation would have been unbearable for Camilla’s pride.
However, the present Camilla seemed indifferent to the surrounding gazes.
‘Things seem to have gotten much worse.’
Still looking at the somewhat absent-minded Camilla, I slowly let go of Bianca’s hand.
Then, I smiled slightly at the child.
“Bianca, wait here with the Duke for a moment. Cedric, I’ll be back shortly. Please take care of Bianca.”
Cedric nodded with closed eyes.
Even without explicitly saying it, his expression indicated that he understood.
I casually walked past the onlookers on the street and approached Camilla with slow steps.
Camilla, who hadn’t noticed my presence, continued to stare at the spot where the carriage had left, trembling with her lower jaw.
“Camilla.”
At my subdued call, Camilla slowly turned her head.
“Your… Grace…”
Upon finally recognizing me, Camilla’s face displayed a chaotic mix of humiliation and embarrassment.
I pretended not to notice and gracefully bent my knees.
“Could you please lift your shoes for a moment? Your handkerchief has fallen under your feet.”
Camilla, her lips moistened, finally realized the attention focused on her and glanced around.
Her face turned red as if it might burst at any moment.
Camilla quickly lowered her head and slowly lifted her foot.
“Here, Camilla.”
I brushed off the picked-up handkerchief and handed it to Camilla.
Unintentionally, she wiped away the tears that had fallen with a swift motion and gently raised the corners of her mouth.
“Oh, really… It’s been a while, Your Grace.”
She smiled as if trying to conceal her face, which seemed to have withered due to misfortune.
“Did you come for a walk before going to the palace?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh, yes…”
Camilla, trying to steady her trembling lips, forced a smile.
At that moment, when I was absentmindedly gazing at her, something happened.
“Your… Your Grace!”
Camilla suddenly grabbed my arm and looked up at me with desperate eyes.
“Even if you consider our past relationship, can’t you show me a little compassion?”
“What are you saying?”
At that time, Camilla’s expression was indistinguishable, whether she was laughing or crying.
Distorting her face strangely, she shed an exaggerated smile.
“Just a bit, even a tiny bit is okay! I’ve found something really good this time, so it will definitely work out…”
“…”
“If it goes well, I’ll definitely cover the interest as well, so please, just a bit…!”
“Camilla.”
I coldly withdrew my arm.
At the same time, the smile on Camilla’s face faded away.
“I should have said it in advance. Here are Duke, and Lady Bianca is with me as well.”
“…What?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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