I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
“What—what do you mean by that? Ormia, you can’t just lie like this. People will actually believe you! Let’s just go home and talk this over—this is all my fault.”
Jeffrey stammered, unable to hide his panic.
He still tried to pin the blame on me, but everyone had witnessed his behavior.
“Shall I say it? The woman you’re seeing would be humiliated—do you really want me to name her here?”
“That…”
Jeffrey clamped his mouth shut.
Unfortunately, that reaction only confirmed the truth of my words.
The observing princes and dukes snorted in amusement. To them, this love drama was mere entertainment—even though it was me, a princess, being humiliated.
“Ha! Jeffrey Olan—already cheating just three months into marriage?”
“A man ought to have some shame. At the very least, he should’ve been careful enough not to get caught for six months.”
Infidelity among nobles wasn’t considered a grave flaw.
Not all noble couples were like this, but husbands’ affairs were common, and wives usually turned a blind eye as long as mistresses or illegitimate children weren’t brought into the household.
“Now that he’s married to a princess, has he ever acted like a proper husband? She’s the princess no one dares approach for fear of catching misfortune.”
“It was the princess herself who clung to him for this marriage. He probably felt trapped when she threw herself at him after he showed her a bit of kindness.”
“But didn’t he receive a title in return? If he had no intention, he shouldn’t have married her in the first place—what a complete lack of basic decency.”
“To seek divorce just because her husband saw another woman? And she’s a princess, no less.”
The king looked bored.
He was well aware of noble customs and thus didn’t consider this significant.
“Ormia Olan.”
“Yes.”
“I won’t permit a divorce. As a wife, you should resolve such matters through conversation and show magnanimity by forgiving your husband’s momentary lapse.”
Jeffrey bowed deeply before the king, sweat pouring down his face.
“Your Majesty, thank you. I’ll be more careful from now on and treat the princess properly.”
I had anticipated this response. The king would never immediately grant a divorce.
But I wasn’t just any noblewoman betrayed by her husband—I was Ormia, Princess of Glisia.
“Jeffrey Olan betrayed and deceived me, your daughter, Your Majesty.”
Only then did the king finally grasp the gravity of the situation.
If it had merely involved me, he might have ignored it—but Jeffrey had insulted the king’s own child. His daughter had been betrayed by her husband.
This was an affront to the king’s dignity.
“Viscount Jeffrey Olan.”
The king was furious—only now realizing this insulted his own honor.
“Is the princess’s claim true?”
“Well…”
“Princess, you must have evidence. Who is the bold woman who dared marry Jeffrey Olan knowing he was wed to a princess?”
“No, absolutely not!”
Jeffrey fell right into the king’s trap.
He frantically tried to stop the king, whose expression twisted in anger.
Had Jeffrey simply denied everything shamelessly, it might have been different—but his clumsy panic over exposing the other woman only enraged the king further.
“I granted you a title because you promised to marry the princess—and this is how you repay me? You dare deceive me?”
“Y-Your Majesty! I’m sorry! It was just a brief encounter! The princess is so cold… Please understand my situation.”
“Jeffrey Olan! How dare you keep insulting me!”
“Hiiik!”
Jeffrey had tried, as usual, to belittle me to escape trouble—but this time, it was right in front of the king.
Regardless of whether he acknowledged me or not, everyone knew I was the king’s child—his daughter.
His daughter had been humiliated in public.
Though the king had never shown me affection and often ignored me, as a father—and especially as king—he could not let this pass.
“Jeffrey Olan.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“In one month, I’ll summon the princess to see if your feelings have changed. From now on, prove your sincerity through actions.”
“Yes, I understand. I will do my best to win back the princess’s heart.”
“Tsk, the Empire already has me irritated, and now you two add to my displeasure.”
“May I sing for you? I’ll help lift Your Majesty’s spirits.”
Leticia stepped forward with a bright smile, and the dukes welcomed her warmly.
“They always praise how beautifully she sings hymns at the temple.”
“People say it’s as if the saint herself has returned. Many claim their hearts were healed just by hearing Princess Leticia’s hymns.”
“What luck—to hear Lady Leticia sing today!”
“Very well, go ahead and sing.”
The king gave his pleased approval, and Leticia moved to the center of the hall to sing a hymn.
Her clear, pure voice filled the air, washing away the chaotic tension from the earlier drama.
As all attention turned to Leticia, Jeffrey’s face flushed crimson, and he grabbed my arm—so hard it made me groan.
“We need to go back and have a proper conversation.”
Jeffrey dragged me out of the reception hall.
As we left the banquet, my eyes met Liam’s—but I had to follow Jeffrey, so I looked away.
[This is the timeline separator]For the first time, the man who hadn’t entered our marital bedroom even on our wedding night now walked in with me.
In my first life, he held me only once—
before the Empire’s invasion.
I had cried and begged desperately upon learning he was seeing another woman.
I feared abandonment, terrified our already fragile bond would shatter completely. I worried the king and royals would learn the truth and look down on me with contempt for failing to secure my husband’s affection.
How foolishly I worried.
Our relationship was already broken. Jeffrey had never shown me even a shred of kindness. The king and royal family had never held any expectations or concern for me.
I was the only one deluding myself.
Perhaps I clung to that illusion precisely because I understood reality—distorting it was the only way I could endure.
I was pathetic, and Jeffrey took pleasure in seeing me, the princess, fall apart.
Just once.
He held me while whispering another woman’s name.
Jeffrey slammed the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.
“How dare you humiliate me like that—in front of His Majesty and the dukes?!”
His face was red with fury, his shoulders trembling as he struggled to control his rage.
In my past life, I’d always tiptoed around Jeffrey’s mood.
No—it wasn’t just him. I’d constantly watched my step, afraid the whole world might grow to hate me even more.
“Family matters should stay within the family! Haven’t you, as a princess, even learned the virtue of supporting your husband quietly? How could you openly disrespect your husband in front of everyone?!”
Watching Jeffrey stomp his feet and shout, I felt nothing but indifference now.
‘He truly can’t control his emotions at all.’
Seeing the flaw of someone I “knew” filled me with pity.
“At a time when Duke Haiman was about to include me in his warhorse business out of sympathy for my sacrifice as the princess’s husband—you’ve ruined everything!
Now that you’ve exposed this publicly, what will he think of me? He’ll believe I’m too foolish to even manage my household!”
Jeffrey wasn’t angry about being caught cheating publicly—he was worried about his reputation and business prospects.
‘Even without this, Duke Haiman never truly trusted you.’
The business Duke Haiman gave Jeffrey was all show with little real profit. It might have merely been a test of his capabilities—but Jeffrey lacked business acumen and, even after being scammed, refused to let go of his pride and pretense.
Until the Empire invaded, the number of warhorses under his management never increased. He constantly talked about how Duke Haiman would greatly expand his business next month.
He clung to that hope until Glisia’s fall.
“Let’s divorce.”
“Over whose objection? Absolutely not! Do you have any idea why I married you in the first place?!”
“I’ll ask His Majesty to let you keep your title after the divorce.”
Since you married me—the girl everyone despises, branded as rejected by the gods—I’ll grant you that much as compensation.
“No! You, as princess, can never divorce me! You should’ve never begged me to marry you in the first place!”
“We will divorce.”
“That will never happen!”
Even though I’d already revealed I knew his weakness, he’d forgotten our conversation in the reception hall and vehemently refused.
If his business was so precious—if he knew the woman was so inappropriate—he should’ve restrained himself. But Jeffrey couldn’t control his impulses and went ahead anyway.
And that woman, fully aware he was married, chose to commit adultery with him—it wasn’t solely Jeffrey’s fault.
“If you refuse to grant the divorce, I’ll reveal who your mistress is.”
I reminded him again of what I knew.
Jeffrey glared at me, eyes wide with shock.
His neck flushed red, veins bulging with rage.
“I’ll hold that woman accountable too—for knowingly engaging in an improper relationship with a married man.”
Slap! My head snapped to the side.
Before I could even process what had happened, a stinging pain erupted on my cheek.
One side of my face burned hot. When I looked up, I saw Jeffrey, stunned by his own action.
Compared to the stones people threw at me, the duke who broke my legs so I couldn’t run away, or the fearful, pitying gazes of the king and queen—this pain was trivial.
It couldn’t shock me anymore.
Ironically, Jeffrey was more shocked than I was.
Timid and full of pretense, he panicked at the realization that he’d struck me.
“This… this is…”
I didn’t want to get tangled in this emotional mess anymore.
I was exhausted.
[This is the timeline separator]Jeffrey was horrified.
He’d always hated Ormia’s needy, clinging eyes—they suffocated him.
He’d married the princess solely out of duty to restore House Olan’s glory, accepting a title to enter high society. Now that he’d achieved his goal, Ormia was merely an ornament.
She existed only to be by his side when he needed her.
The defiled princess. The talentless one. The useless royal.
The gloomy Ormia Beltoar who’d shrunk back, unable to speak properly, and watched him from afar.
‘But what is this expression?’
In a moment of uncontrolled anger, he’d slapped her—hard enough for his palm to sting.
Her body swayed, her hair falling across her face.
“This… this is…”
Yet when Ormia lifted her head, her eyes were calm.
She didn’t rush at him in rage, didn’t reproach him for daring to strike her, showed no remorse for causing this situation.
This wasn’t the Ormia who’d suffocated him with desperate affection.
“You…”
“We didn’t marry for love anyway. I don’t blame you for your infidelity—but I don’t want to waste any more time.”
She spoke calmly.
“I’ll let you go. Divorce me and openly be with that woman.”
Ormia had always been the one clinging to him; Jeffrey had always pushed her away, leaving first in frustration.
It had always been Ormia unilaterally holding on to him.
“Let’s divorce.”
But today, Ormia informed him in a voice utterly devoid of affection—and left the bedroom.
She was the one who left first.
“The paperwork is on your desk in the study.”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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For a man, this reaction was understandably awkward.
Oh. 👁️👁️😳
“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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Girrlll whaaaat😭 that’s saaaaaaaad. But i hope she doesn’t do something to let them harm her body… even if it’s for scaping
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.