‘I don’t want dinner. You all go rest too.’
As soon as Clodel spoke, those who had been confronting Hanna and those who were watching all disappeared quickly.
‘You should eat.’
‘I really don’t feel like it.’
Clodel walked over and sat in a chair by the window.
Sitting where the candles were lit, she sighed deeply.
‘My lady, are you unwell? Does the cold seem to be getting worse?’
Hanna gave her tea good for a cold, as the servants in the castle had lied to prevent a doctor from being called.
‘No, it’s not that.’
But worry clouded Clodel’s face.
‘What’s wrong? Speak up. Everyone in this castle seems to have lost their minds. The only one who can be a support for you is me, right?’
‘…Actually.’
Hanna, who finally got Clodel to speak, listened attentively.
‘About the wedding night gift. He must have given me something.’
‘What?’
‘He asked if I didn’t like the gift.’
‘How can you like or dislike something you never received?’
‘He asked if I didn’t show it because I didn’t like it.’
Clodel couldn’t bring herself to say that he also asked if she found him lacking.
‘He said it was a meaningful item for him.’
‘You should have told him you didn’t receive anything.’
‘Right. But then…’
Clodel’s face clouded over.
‘Without realizing it, I said I did receive it. That it didn’t seem to suit me, that it was pretty and cool.’
As she confided in Hanna, she couldn’t believe how foolish it was.
‘What did the duke say?’
‘He just said, “I see,” and left.’
Clodel clasped her hands, feeling perplexed.
‘What should I do, Hanna?’
“Would it be better to be honest now? To say that there was nothing when you woke up in the morning. I was there when you woke up, and there was nothing then too.”
“Right. There really was nothing. I didn’t receive anything, but I panicked and said that. Won’t he think I’m foolish? That I’m pitiable.”
If there had been a basket of flowers that was removed, there would have been at least one petal on the floor, but the hallway was spotless, not a speck of dust.
Hearing Clodel’s words, Hanna was silent for a moment. Her expression turned serious as she spoke.
“Could it be a trap?”
“A trap?”
“He said it was a meaningful item to him. Maybe it’s a ploy to accuse you of losing something valuable and make a fuss.”
“Oh.”
Clodel’s face drained of color.
“But the people who came to help me dress this morning saw that there was nothing too.”
“There’s no one on our side in this castle. If such a thing happens, do you think they’ll honestly say so? They’re all itching to torment you.”
Hanna ran her fingers through Clodel’s vivid red hair with a look of pity.
“My lady. You’re so beautiful and lovely, but they charge at you like a bull at a village festival just because of the red color.”
She sighed.
“If only I had red hair. It would be better if I suffered the torment instead of you.”
“Hanna.”
Hanna had been a friend of Clodel’s from the village where she grew up.
The village, deep in the forest at the edge of the Bermont territory, was relatively in the far south.
Flornew Village.
The hometown where Clodel and Hanna were born and raised was a beautiful place.
Even in Bermont, where half the territory and the lord’s castle were frozen, it was relatively warm, and there were distinct spring and autumn seasons.
Food from the mountains changed with the seasons, abundantly filling the table, and flowers bloomed in turn, covering the ground. It was truly a village of flowers.
Clodel and Hanna, of the same age, were inseparable like sisters.
That day was when a caravan had come to the small castle down the mountain, and a large market was set up.
Clodel’s father, Evan, took his daughter and her friend Hanna for a rare outing while he sold precious herbs he had collected to the caravan.
While her father was at the market, Clodel, sucking on a large candy he had bought for her, watched a small bear performing tricks, brought by a medicine vendor, and laughed with Hanna.
That moment was the last peace in Clodel and Hanna’s lives.
While they were outside the village, a firestorm swept through Flornew Village.
Having been raised to be cautious of fire in a place where water was scarce, they couldn’t comprehend who or how the fire started.
Only her father, Clodel, and Hanna survived in the ashes of the village.
And soon after her father passed away, leaving only Clodel and Hanna.
Hanna, with ordinary brown hair and brown eyes, sincerely wished she could suffer the torment instead.
“I won’t forgive anyone who makes you suffer, my lady.”
“Thank you.”
For Hanna, Clodel was the only thing she brought from that village.
Parents, a young brother, neighbors, memories, all buried in the ashes, Hanna managed to save only one thing.
When Clodel gained noble status in Bermont Castle, Hanna voluntarily became her maid.
Even becoming an adopted daughter of the Pebble family, who were servants of the ducal family, she was content to stay close to Clodel.
“I’ll look into the missing gift.”
“Will you?”
“Of course.”
Hanna comforted Clodel.
“Don’t worry too much, my lady. I’m the strongest among the maids here, except for the duke.”
“Haha.”
Her words were comforting.
That night, Clodel struggled to fall asleep.
She hadn’t noticed in her daze the day before, but the bedroom was so spacious it felt empty.
In Bermont Castle, she had always shared a bed with Hanna, so Clodel was not used to sleeping alone.
Moreover, the worry about the missing gift troubled her mind.
So, when Kyan suddenly opened the bedroom door, Clodel, who had been pacing around the room, almost bumped into the door he had opened.
Seeing her standing at the door, Kyan asked, “Were you waiting for me?”
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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