I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
The atmosphere grew awkward.
The ladies glanced at Madam Olan.
They weren’t ignorant of why Madam Olan had invited them. She had intended to expose my flaws and spread rumors, but instead, the Olan mother and daughter found themselves in an embarrassing predicament.
Just then, Jeffrey entered the tea room.
The person most delighted by his tall and handsome entrance was Madam Olan and Elena.
“Jeffrey!”
“I heard the ladies had come, so I dropped by to pay my respects.”
“Oh, Jeffrey, you really didn’t need to go to such trouble.”
“You’re my mother’s important guests.”
“Jeffrey is always this thoughtful.”
Madam Olan said this while looking at Madam Castlea. Jeffrey had become a viscount despite coming from a family without a title. With no greater achievement to boast of, he naturally tried even harder to impress in front of family.
However, Madam Olan’s proud expression didn’t last long.
Jeffrey pointed to the tea.
“May I have some? Lately, my sister and I have been enjoying Eastern tea.”
“Oh, Jeffrey, that’s—”
Elena had unwittingly revealed to the ladies that she didn’t truly understand how to properly brew the tea.
Flustered, Madam Olan tried to cut off Jeffrey’s words.
“Go ahead and drink.”
When I poured the tea for him, Jeffrey’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Since no one knew who had brewed it, Jeffrey took a cautious sip.
“My sister’s tea-brewing skills are truly excellent.”
The ladies’ expressions twisted unpleasantly.
Although Jeffrey’s praise was part of the plan, it inadvertently exposed the Olans’ true nature.
Madam Olan’s face flushed red, and she quickly ushered Jeffrey out of the tea room.
“Hmm, Jeffrey. I suppose you also came because you had business to attend to?”
“Oh, yes. There’s something I need to take with me. I look forward to spending time with you all again soon.”
“Go and fetch Jeffrey’s belongings.”
“Yes, Madam.”
She sent a maid to follow him.
Madam Olan herself gathered the dessert plates and gave me an order.
“Now that I think of it, something was stained on Jeffrey’s cravat. Please change it for him. And clear these plates too.”
“Yes.”
My eyes met briefly with one of the ladies.
As I left the tea room carrying the dessert plates, a maid approached to take them from me.
“I’ll handle the cleaning. I prepared the cravat after hearing Her Ladyship’s instructions.”
Following Madam Olan’s orders, the maid handed me the cravat.
“Where is he?”
“He went to the study.”
The study door was half-open. As I drew closer, a coquettish voice drifted out.
“Oh my, it’s the Viscount.”
“You sly thing. What exactly are you hiding beneath that chest of yours to smell so wonderful?”
“Hmm, would the Viscount like to find out for himself?”
“You shameless flirt. You wiggled your hips just to tempt me, didn’t you?”
“Kyaa!”
To anyone listening, the situation was unmistakably clear.
I slowly pushed open the slightly ajar door. Jeffrey and the maid, who had been pressed close together, quickly sprang apart upon seeing me.
“Your Highness.”
“My Lady, you’re here. I was just fetching something belonging to the Viscount.”
The maid smiled brightly while fastening the collar of her dress.
She kept tucking her loose strands of hair behind her ears. Then, with an innocent-looking glance, she shot me a sideways glare before turning her attention back to Jeffrey.
Standing half-hidden behind the door, I simply watched them. Jeffrey clicked his tongue irritably.
He then gave a cold, sarcastic smile and crossed his arms.
“Ha, Ormia. Is your jealousy acting up again? Stop glaring at me as if I’ve been unfaithful. Please, just cut it out already.”
His voice echoed loudly down the corridor.
Jeffrey raised his arm and cried out dramatically,
“For heaven’s sake, I truly don’t understand how our marriage came to this! While I may not be perfect, have I ever neglected you? I still love you so much…
Ormia, why are you accusing me of being shameless and demanding a divorce?”
In my past life, I had once grown angry at seeing him flirt with a maid, and Jeffrey had recited nearly identical words.
Upon hearing his loud lament, the ladies rushed over to see what was happening, and I was branded as the deceitful, jealous wife.
“How can someone be so devious?”
“Instead of supporting her husband properly, she torments him with baseless jealousy. How dreadful!”
“The Olans really got themselves into a terrible mess—having to take responsibility for a princess like her.”
The rumor spread swiftly, and I was imprisoned within the mansion.
Not physically—but mentally.
Madam Olan, Jeffrey, and Elena took turns telling me how much people were gossiping about my behavior, making me feel small and ashamed.
I was swept along by the Olans’ schemes and barely endured their relentless torment.
“Please, Ormia. Let’s visit a psychiatrist and get you some counseling. Your jealousy is treatable.”
Hearing Jeffrey’s earnest tone and seeing his pained expression, I pushed the door fully open.
For an instant, joy lit up Jeffrey’s face—quickly replaced by despair.
“Viscount Olan.”
Madam Castlea stood behind me.
Seeing Madam Castlea clutching her dress, pale-faced, Jeffrey nervously wiped his brow.
He looked exactly like someone caught exposing their family’s shame, utterly flustered.
“My Lady, I’m deeply sorry you had to witness this unpleasant scene. I tried my best to tolerate Ormia’s jealousy. Yet she went so far as to threaten me with divorce before Her Majesty. I pleaded with her to seek counseling, but she remains obstinate.”
“Jeffrey, we heard loud voices—what’s going on?”
Then Madam Olan and Elena arrived, accompanied by the very ladies they intended to spread this story to in high society.
Elena, seemingly intent on avenging the embarrassment she suffered at the tea party, pressed me even more fiercely with a sharper, more agitated tone.
“You suspected him again with the maid? Just because she served him nearby, you accused him of infidelity? Ormia, that’s pathological jealousy!”
“Jeffrey even claimed he was seeing another woman and threw hysterics… What am I supposed to do with you, Ormia?”
At their words, Madam Henson and Madam Riel’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Since rumors had already spread that I’d demanded a divorce, they were clearly thrilled to witness the sequel unfold before their eyes.
“Oh my—Your Highness…”
“We heard you were the one who first requested divorce, but now we see Your Highness suffers from jealousy.”
I offered the Olans the minimal resistance they expected.
“You know very well Jeffrey has another woman.”
“Good heavens, Ormia! Everyone’s watching—and you’re still clinging to those delusions? Please, come to your senses!”
“Jeffrey, must you go this far with your playacting just to protect her? Didn’t you promise me you’d never reveal her identity if I agreed to grant you a divorce?”
At the mention of the other woman, Jeffrey’s previously composed expression twisted.
He skillfully turned that fleeting emotion into a convincing display of desperation.
“Ormia, please! I’ll treat you even better from now on—just go to counseling. To show this side of yourself even in front of the ladies… it’s tearing me apart too.”
“To think Ormia would go completely mad like this…”
The Olans feigned sorrow and pity over my changed state.
Madam Henson and Madam Riel, who had been watching the scene with amusement, clicked their tongues.
“It seems her jealousy is genuinely real.”
“We had no idea… The Viscount is truly pitiful—trying to take responsibility for a princess like her.”
The ladies believed them.
The Olans surely thought their plan was unfolding perfectly.
“This is absolutely intolerable!”
Madam Castlea, trembling with suppressed fury, finally erupted.
“You’re all despicable! Jeffrey Olan—how dare you commit such shameless acts?”
“M-My Lady?”
“I heard everything! While you were shamelessly chatting with that maid—mumbling about chests and hips—I was right behind Her Highness and heard it all!”
Indeed.
As I left the tea room, I had subtly signaled Madam Castlea to follow me.
Though she was Madam Olan’s sister-in-law—and technically part of the Olan family—I knew Madam Castlea’s curious nature would make her follow.
It was a calculated move based on my knowledge of her character.
Flushed with righteous anger, Madam Castlea sharply rebuked the Olans and revealed their true scheme to the assembled ladies.
“And then, when caught red-handed, you immediately tried to pin it all on Her Highness’s jealousy? Madam Olan and Elena colluding together like this! As family, you should be utterly ashamed—this is beyond disgraceful!
How can people be so wicked? To try and turn a princess into a mentally ill, jealous lunatic!”
Had Madam Olan’s brother or another sister-in-law witnessed this scene, they likely wouldn’t have reacted so furiously.
But Madam Castlea had personally seen her own mother suffer a nervous breakdown in a similar situation—it wasn’t just someone else’s problem to her.
“Now I understand why Her Highness demanded a divorce!”
That was information given to me in my second life by Duke Versi.
After receiving my blessing while I slowly withered away in a gilded cage, Duke Versi had been so euphoric he babbled all sorts of things.
Beyond that, Madam Castlea carried deep resentment of her own.
“I saw through your lies from the moment you claimed to enjoy Eastern tea! To think your whole family ganged up to torment Her Highness so cruelly!”
“My Lady, please—this is all a misunderstanding!”
“I heard it all myself—what misunderstanding?”
Shaking off Madam Olan’s restraining hand, Madam Castlea turned to me.
“Your Highness, if you ever need a witness regarding this matter, please contact me. As a member of the Olan family, I cannot stand idly by while they commit such sins!
Though the Olans held no titles before, I will prove we were never this dishonorable a house!”
She was the daughter of a viscount’s household who had married into this title-less family with nothing but love—that was Madam Castlea.
But when Jeffrey married me and became a viscount, Madam Olan began treating Madam Castlea condescendingly, even bragging cruelly that although her in-laws were viscounts, Madam Castlea could never grant her own children noble titles.
This had wounded not only Madam Castlea but also her family and her brother-in-law, Sir Castlea.
All that pent-up resentment finally burst forth.
Looking at Madam Olan’s pale face, Madam Castlea’s expression was that of a victor.
“Just because you received a title doesn’t make you noble! You haven’t shed your vulgar nature one bit!”
With that, Madam Castlea turned on her heel and strode out of the mansion.
“My Lady!”
Madam Olan tried to follow, but couldn’t keep up with her quick pace.
Madam Henson and Madam Riel, grasping the implications instantly, pressed their lips tightly together and hurried after Madam Castlea.
“We should be going as well.”
“I just remembered an appointment—I’ll leave first.”
Eager to immediately share this scorching gossip with their acquaintances, their steps were quick.
“Wait, My Lady—it’s a misunderstanding! The princess truly does suffer from jealousy!”
Elena chased after the ladies, pleading desperately—but couldn’t stop their departure.
“Your Highness…”
Jeffrey’s face was quite a sight to behold—his plot to brand me a lunatic had just spectacularly backfired.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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For a man, this reaction was understandably awkward.
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“If she’s being sent away anyway, who would do such a thing!”
Seriously, that people disgust me so badly… The audacity! Caring for her only in the struggle, and calling her devious when they are the ones who should be cursed! I hope she rises in the Empire and i hope that the news somehow causes in them atleast despair or some kind of disability.
“Marcus, please shut up! People avoided me, calling me ‘God’s rejection’—how cou
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Man… I know she’s miserable, but did you have to humiliate the woman like that?
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Yes! Thank god he say it! Omg, she is crazy but the olan worked well. I hope she gets to the empire safely and swiftly
Loved this novel, i came because i started the manhwa and the story was really wonderfull, so i just had to know the rest. I am loving it.
hahahaha baby girl😭😭 she is so cuuuute. I really live her so so much