I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 15
By the king’s decree, the matter involving the Olan family was treated as though it had never happened.
For the two days until that decision was made, Madam Olan and Elena had to stay in prison.
When nobles committed crimes, they were confined to a cell resembling a room, barred from leaving—and their crime had been assaulting royalty.
Fortunately, it wasn’t winter, but they were still released after being locked in a filthy, damp, foul-smelling common prison infested with rats and insects, barely receiving proper food.
Afterward, they never stepped outside the mansion again.
Jeffrey told people he’d fallen seriously ill from the shock, and claimed their innocence: “If they’d truly committed assault, would they have been released like this?”
But the real reason Madam Olan and Elena remained secluded was because of Jeffrey.
“Go out? Do you even know how much the public is cursing the Olans right now? Since you’ve caused such a mess, at least stay indoors and pretend to be unwell after suffering in prison!”
“The more reason we should show people we have nothing to be ashamed of! What did we even do wrong that we must stay locked up?”
“Exactly, Jeffrey. This is all Ormia’s fault—we’re innocent! She knew exactly what would happen and set a trap for us in advance.”
“Right! Weren’t you there too? You were so frightened and cunning that even the gods abandoned you!”
“How dare you forget the kindness Jeffrey showed you by marrying you!”
“In any case, don’t you dare go outside!”
Jeffrey himself also believed everything had happened because of Ormia. Though furious, he couldn’t allow Madam Olan and Elena to go out.
Most people unanimously blamed the Olan family.
At first, some claimed it was divine punishment and that the royal family’s incompetence had caused the Olans long-standing suffering.
Jeffrey agreed with them publicly, insisting they’d been falsely accused.
But soon, among noble ladies, rumors spread rapidly about what had happened at the afternoon tea party and the attempted framing via delusional jealousy—prompting people to start defending Ormia.
Though Ormia shouldn’t have had any popular support, it seemed as if someone behind the scenes was orchestrating things, and people began denouncing the Olans instead.
Considering Madam Olan’s temperament, could she possibly tolerate hearing such words?
She was naturally combative and felt inferior to other nobles—it was certain she’d lash out.
‘Even without this, people already whisper that the Olans are vulgar every time they attend a banquet.’
Seeing that, people would gossip even more, dragging the family’s reputation further into ruin.
Jeffrey resolved to stop caring about what others said about the Olans.
Once time passed and Ormia returned, everything would go back to normal.
“The problem is right now.”
Jeffrey nervously chewed his fingernails.
Duke Haiman had promised to entrust part of his warhorse business to Jeffrey. When Jeffrey went to discuss it, he didn’t even get to see the Duke—only his aide.
“The Duke is deeply concerned about entrusting business to someone from a household in such disarray,” the aide said.
“Sort out your household affairs first.”
The aide looked at Jeffrey as if he were vermin—disdainful eyes reserved for someone worthless, incompetent, and annoying.
Bang! Jeffrey slammed his fist onto the desk.
“Damn it, Ormia!”
It had been half a month since Madam Olan was released from prison, yet Ormia still hadn’t returned to the mansion.
Of course, Jeffrey had visited the royal palace.
It was merely a show—to demonstrate how hard he was trying to reconcile with Ormia.
Ormia refused to see him.
As time passed, his position grew weaker. People began saying the princess had every right to demand a divorce.
Although the king had covered up the Olan affair, making divorce unlikely for the sake of appearances, Jeffrey still felt uneasy.
“She suddenly changed.”
Princess Ormia, who had once been timid and constantly watched his every move, had recently shifted her gaze—from blind longing to something else.
Indifference.
Her expression grew unreadable; as her affection cooled and vanished, everything he’d taken for granted began crumbling.
Even when someone knocked, Jeffrey clutched his head and didn’t look up. The butler limped into the study.
“My lord, the lady has arrived.”
“What? Ormia?”
Jeffrey leapt up and rushed out of the study. At the end of the corridor, in the lobby, stood Ormia.
“Ormia! Princess!”
‘How dare the Olan family cause such disgrace! I’ll teach them a proper lesson!’
Storming down the hallway toward the lobby, Jeffrey abruptly froze in place.
Caland, the first prince and the one overseeing my divorce proceedings, had just delivered the king’s order through the Royal Envoy.
When I said I’d go to the Olan residence to collect my belongings, only the envoy appeared.
“Where are the knights and maids to help carry my things?”
“Why would you need knights just to deliver divorce papers?”
“I’m the victim of assault—how can you send me to face my attackers without any guards?”
I reported this negligence to Caland.
“…Fine.”
“And maids as well. What if the Olans hold my belongings hostage to summon me back?”
“You really have the nerve to act so brazen after causing all this trouble.”
He was the kind of person who’d disapprove of me even if I donated to charity or ran relief efforts.
Suddenly, I noticed Leticia behind Caland. Pointing toward her—curious but too hesitant to interfere—I said:
“If you don’t trust me, send Princess Leticia along too. You trust Princess Leticia, don’t you?”
Eyes gleaming with excitement, the curious Leticia stepped forward.
“If I can be of help to Your Highness, I’d love to go.”
“I’ve told you, you can call me ‘older sister.’ Honestly, you really are something…”
Caland’s expression softened.
Because I’d be accompanied by her, he even assigned both maids and knights.
Once outside the palace, Leticia, thrilled, kept peering out of the carriage, trying to strike up conversation with me. When I didn’t respond, she quickly focused on sightseeing instead.
To those who valued royal dignity and prestige above life itself, public attention was the most effective form of intimidation.
‘I was a fool.’
In my first life, I was foolish and obtuse.
If only I’d changed my mindset slightly, I could’ve lived comfortably.
Like an adventurer crossing a desert who would trade all his wealth for a few sips of water, I was starved for affection.
I clung desperately, begging for attention and love. To avoid being hated by those who avoided me, calling me ominous and divinely rejected, I bowed as low as I could.
The king and royal court who, despite condemning me, couldn’t discard me as royalty due to public scrutiny.
I could have used that—but blinded by my urgency for affection, I saw nothing else.
Like a beast that won’t leave its cage even when the door is open, I’d been cowed and tamed by violence.
All I needed was to give up—on myself.
“We’ve arrived.”
Returning to the Olan mansion after half a month.
How elated I’d felt the first time I entered the Olan estate after our marriage.
I’d dreamed a foolish dream—that I’d finally found a family who loved me.
I kept telling myself: “If only I try harder… If only I do better…”
When the butler saw me arriving with the Royal Envoy, he panicked and hurried toward the study—limping, though he’d been perfectly fine before.
He must have been beaten by Jeffrey, but I felt no pity.
“Ormia! Princess!”
Jeffrey came charging in with a furious shout.
Seeing I wasn’t alone, he abruptly halted.
“Have your maids gather everything from your room. The royal household will sort through what to discard later.”
“Yes.”
“Please escort Her Highness to her room.”
Royal maids, led by a viscountess’s servant, headed upstairs toward my room on the second floor.
I turned my gaze toward Jeffrey.
“Oh… Ormia…”
Flustered, Jeffrey glanced at the Royal Envoy standing beside me. His expression quickly turned gloomy as he approached.
A knight behind the envoy slid his sheathed sword between Jeffrey and me. Though the blade remained sheathed, Jeffrey jumped back in alarm.
“Please maintain your distance.”
“I’m the princess’s husband! Get out of my way!”
“This is for Her Highness’s safety.”
“You think I’d use violence against the princess? Me, a viscount? Don’t you trust me?”
Hearing Jeffrey’s shout, the envoy hesitated, unsure whether to call the knight back.
I didn’t need to intervene.
Hearing I’d arrived, Madam Olan and Elena rushed downstairs from the second floor in dressing gowns.
After the previous incident, they must have scolded the servants to immediately inform them of any household disturbances—their appearance was swift.
Their hair was disheveled, and their faces flushed from drinking.
“The princess is here?”
“You little bitch! This time, I won’t let you off!”
“If you’re here, you should kneel and apologize! How dare you stand there so smugly!”
I’d heard they’d been staying indoors in seclusion. Given their personalities, it was obvious they blamed me—
never considering their own faults.
“You!”
“Ormia!”
They charged at me like demons, claws outstretched.
“Enough!”
The knight blocked their path. Unable to lay hands on noblewomen, he used his body as a shield.
Startled, Madam Olan and Elena clutched their dressing gowns closed. Elena flushed and stole a glance at the young knight’s face.
“I’ve received Prince Caland’s order: if anyone threatens Her Highness—even nobles—you’re to be executed on the spot without hesitation.”
“E-Executed on the spot?”
“You’d kill us?”
“What?”
Jeffrey yanked both women back, separating them from me.
“We have guests! Please, for once, behave yourselves! Why must you act so recklessly!”
“J-Jeffrey… that bitch…”
Jeffrey gripped Madam Olan’s shoulder and warned in a low voice, seeing she still glared at me, failing to grasp the situation.
“The envoy and the knight are watching.”
They’d heard everything.
The envoy pretended not to; the knight frowned but didn’t step forward.
“If you’re going to cause a scene, go back to your room—please.”
Gritting his teeth, Jeffrey pushed Madam Olan and Elena away. As Madam Olan, still glaring at me, reluctantly turned around under Jeffrey’s force, I called out to them.
“Obey His Highness’s command.”
“His Highness’s?”
Jeffrey’s face twisted in horror.
At that moment, Leticia entered the foyer.
“Older sister, I didn’t see your earrings in the carriage. I’m sorry.”
“Why is Princess Leticia here…?”
Jeffrey hastily adjusted his cravat, suddenly self-conscious in front of Leticia. The envoy cleared his throat.
“Ahem. His Highness Bernard Gale Beltoar, the Sun of Glisia, has granted the divorce between Jeffrey Olan and Ormia Olan. Her Highness has now resumed her identity as Ormia Beltoar.”
“Divorce?”
“Did he say divorce?”
The faces of the Olans turned pale. The king’s decree was not the end.
The envoy dropped a bombshell on the Olan household.
“And furthermore.”
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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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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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
Riiiigth, let’s go away frim this wicked land, my baby Ormia needs to be happy, pleeeaaaaase!