I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
Jeffrey Olan’s father was a distant branch of the Haiman ducal family—without a title and utterly incompetent.
Inspired by the memory of his youth, when he once worked for the ducal house, he clung to that single boast his entire life.
“I’m from House Haiman! Do you have any idea how much I’ve helped the Duke!”
“If I so much as write a letter to the Duke, this whole mess would be fixed instantly!”
Those words brainwashed himself and his family.
Their pride soared to the ceiling, yet their hollow lifestyle, failing to match such arrogance, bred deep-seated inferiority.
Though they lived as gentry comfortable enough to get by, they always felt lacking.
They weren’t nobles, yet their hearts clung to nobility. Their spending always exceeded Jeffrey’s income.
Then I married Jeffrey, and he became a viscount—a true noble.
The Olans immediately began acting as if they’d always been viscounts.
They saw me as a leech clinging to their side and believed the dignity allowance I received as a royal was rightfully theirs.
It was in that situation that I proposed divorce.
“How dare a wretch like you ask my son for a divorce?”
Madam Olan ambushed me in the dead of night. I’d anticipated her violent outbursts—taking out her rage by wrapping me in blankets and striking only where it wouldn’t show.
Through the thin blanket, my skin was pinched, and soft pillows hammered my body like heavy mallets.
“Look how well you’ve done! Why else would our Jeffrey seek another woman!”
Madam Olan shrieked, blaming everything on me.
“He was kind to you, a cursed and scorned girl! And you clung to him, begging for marriage!
If your husband’s dissatisfied and strays, you should try harder out of shame—not be the first to mention divorce! How dare you call yourself royalty? Have you no decency at all?”
“Mother, don’t hit her face. What will people say if they see?”
“Hmph! We’ll just say she self-harmed!”
She defended Jeffrey with venomous words and justified her violence against me.
“If it hurts so much that he sees other women, you should first convince him at home! How could you bring up divorce right in front of His Majesty!
How can a wife disgrace her husband’s honor like that!”
“No wonder no man would ever love someone with such a wicked heart! Of course Jeffrey couldn’t give his affection to a princess like you!”
“This is exactly why I opposed this marriage so strongly! We had a perfectly fine son, and look what you’ve done!”
“Mother, you were the one who encouraged Jeffrey to accept the title instead of the marriage. You said you loved having a princess as a daughter-in-law!”
“Elena! How dare you shift blame onto others! This is all your fault! Just because you’re a princess doesn’t mean you’re flawless!”
Her fury turned back toward me.
Because I was an easy target, all her own bad decisions became my fault.
“You wicked girl! You’ve ruined our son! If only you hadn’t begged him to marry you, our Jeffrey would be…”
“Mother, stop!”
When Elena urgently called out to Madam Olan, the assault paused briefly.
“Why’s she so quiet?”
“Could she be dead?”
“She wouldn’t die from this. She’s probably just fainted.”
Despite sighing, the hand lifting the blanket was cautious.
Though it was midnight, a full moon shone brightly. Moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Elena’s horrified face. Our eyes met.
Madam Olan saw me too.
Yet these very people, so fiercely devoted to Jeffrey, abandoned even him and fled swiftly when the Empire invaded Glisia’s capital.
I followed them, begging to be taken, but they left me behind—I never made it onto the ship.
As I stared blankly at the departing vessel, Liam Wilboyer set it ablaze.
It burned like a colossal torch on the sea before sinking.
I witnessed how they met their final punishment. That’s why, even while being beaten, I felt no anger.
They would be punished—
How joyful that thought was.
Yet along with that joy came guilt.
I was never the kind of person who rejoiced in others’ misfortune.
Seeing my twisted smile, they panicked.
“Are—are you insane? Why are you laughing!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Elena grabbed a pillow from the bed and struck me. Sharp pain lanced across my cheek, already stinging from Jeffrey’s earlier blow.
When I sat up, clutching my cheek, Madam Olan and Elena fled in panic.
I pulled my hand away—no blood, but it felt hot.
I rose from the bed and stood before the mirror. There was a scratch on my cheek.
I gently traced it.
Pain is proof that I’m alive.
“What will people think if they see this?”
My reflection was expressionless.
Through three lifetimes, I’ve learned well how terrifying human desire and belief can be.
The dukes monopolized me to gain power; the King, fearing me, imprisoned me where no one would know.
Their reliance solely on the dukes’ supernatural gifts left their military weak, and their arrogance—believing the gods would protect them—proved fatal.
Yet when the Empire invaded and they failed to mount a proper counterattack, they still blamed me.
Everyone blamed me—
For being born.
For existing.
Once they found someone to blame for their own plight, rational judgment vanished, replaced by violence.
I knew.
I knew exactly how the Olans would react if I proposed divorce.
[This is the timeline separator]Against a backdrop of dazzling stained glass depicting Lagras, the god who imprisoned calamity in darkness and saved the world, along with his seven divine followers, a colossal white statue of Lagras gazed down upon me.
Not even priests dared approach me carelessly, so I remained undisturbed.
I am the rejected.
The abomination forsaken by the gods.
I knelt, pretending to pray, eyes closed.
At least I believe in the divine—my three lifetimes stand as proof that gods exist.
Swallowing ninety-nine grievances, I offered one word of thanks to the gods—
For allowing at least one person to stay by my side in my final moments.
It taught me that not everyone in this world despises, fears, or hates me.
Would Liam really come to see me?
Since it concerned his brother and he must be curious how I recognized him, surely he’d come.
As I turned to leave, I found my answer waiting.
Liam Wilboyer stood at the hall’s entrance.
“You’ve come.”
His deep, gentle voice held me in place.
“Your Holiness.”
Pope Grace approached with a benevolent smile, flanked by two archbishops. I offered a light bow—respectful, yet not subservient—and one archbishop’s face twisted in displeasure.
As Glisian royals are called the divine’s proxy and hold equal standing with the Pope, my greeting was perfectly proper.
“I’m always moved by your devotion. If you remain steadfast, others will surely recognize your sincerity, Your Highness.”
“Thank you for your words.”
Royalty, as the divine’s proxy, do not pray—but I am the rejected of the gods, a powerless royal.
I had to publicly display efforts at penance.
Though I’d announced the divorce, I couldn’t suddenly act completely unlike my usual self and cause unrest.
To others, I still needed to appear obedient and devout.
“Your Holiness, it’s time to go.”
“Ah, yes. Then I shall.”
When I looked back, Liam was gone.
On my usual return path from the temple, I headed to the second floor of the dessert café I always visited.
My usual table was always empty at this hour—too many watching eyes.
‘How will he approach me?’
It was amusing to observe how Liam would make his move.
From this window seat on the second floor, I could clearly see passersby below—lively, happy people, families laughing brightly, couples strolling hand in hand.
In my past life, I’d endlessly envied what was never given to me.
Now, I simply savored dessert after a long while.
I scooped up a generous portion of soft cream with my fork and placed it in my mouth. The sweetness melting on my tongue carried a nostalgic flavor.
‘This is the taste.’
Having lived through three lifetimes, “a long while” meant far more than usual.
Someone sat at the table behind me.
It was Liam Wilboyer. I knew without turning.
Even with my eyes closed, I sensed him.
Liam carried a unique scent—
Though I’d never been to the desert, he smelled of dry, scorching sunlight, like harsh desert winds blowing across dunes.
His distinct aroma, mingling with a deep, masculine musk, revealed his presence anywhere—even in cold dungeons or places thick with blood.
“Meeting here is a pleasant surprise. How have you been? Work going well?”
“I’m doing well—that’s why we’re meeting like this. You’ve grown even more impressive.”
Though he must have followed me to meet, he spoke instead to the person behind me, as if happily reuniting after a long absence.
“Oh, I see that person here. I’ll go say hello quickly.”
“Go ahead.”
“Sorry. I’ll be right back.”
After this brief exchange, the man who’d been sitting there left the café. Through the window, I soon saw him greet another man on the street, and they embraced warmly.
“What’s your intention?”
A cold voice spoke softly from behind.
We sat with our backs to each other—close enough that his words reached me clearly, though we weren’t face to face.
“Do you think I don’t know the rumors? The powerless princess branded as the gods’ abomination—what power do you claim to help my brother?
The person I need isn’t a powerless princess like you, but a royal who can bestow blessings.”
Liam accused me.
The Empire’s elixir for the Gifted had no effect on his brother—he’d developed immunity.
He’d searched endlessly and tried countless remedies, but only blessings from Glisian royals offered hope.
The King of Glisia kept delaying, acting as if he’d send a royal soon.
During his stay in Glisia, Liam Wilboyer had calmly admitted he’d grown bitter.
“My brother has suffered even greater torment, waiting for death just as you once did.”
“Your Beltoars played with lives, keeping me from standing by his side.”
“If even one Beltoar had helped…”
His voice dropped lower, thick with the anguish of swallowed fury, like fingernails scraping the heart.
“I found out no one even knew I’d come. Beltoar would never permit a Wilboyer into their territory.
The borders remained unchanged from before. How did you recognize me?”
“Did you bring the flower?”
His threats held no power over me.
Liam answered with a scornful laugh.
“Yes. I brought it. What’s your real intention?”
Hearing his voice behind me, I closed my eyes and dissolved my flower—releasing the power contained within.
The power known as the divine blessing.
The power that erased the Gifted’s agony.
“What…?”
A quiet gasp came from behind—his voice now charged with an emotion entirely unlike before.
“The blessing…”
For the first time, Liam must have felt the blessing.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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.