The top, made of golden lace, daringly revealed her skin and cut down to her waist, never looking vulgar.
The bottom was a lush green satin skirt. Even without excessive jewelry, the dress itself was eye-catching.
“Wow! Our lady is unbelievably beautiful.”
Polline clasped her hands, looking at Leah as if she were worshiping a goddess.
“This lace is somewhat risqué, isn’t it?”
“Is it too much?”
“No, it’s balanced with the simplicity of the hair, skirt, and jewelry. Above all, your beauty is unmatched.”
“Goodness, Polline, you see everything as beautiful.”
‘Please let Chayner’s lace be a success.’
Leah reaffirmed her resolution and waited for Terrun to pick her up.
Her heart raced with excitement for the royal banquet with him. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Leah was curious about Terrun’s reaction. Not so much about her looks, but about the lace dress.
Finally, Terrun appeared in formal attire.
“Ta-da! How is it, Miss Grace? Lord Terrun?”
As Polline spread her arms in pride, Terrun stood motionless. Leah and Terrun admired each other.
She was surprised to see Terrun, who usually wore black uniforms, appear in a white formal suit.
Though she knew he was handsome, she didn’t expect him to be so breathtaking.
Meanwhile, Terrun almost didn’t recognize Grace. Accustomed to her usual delicate and soft appearance, he was stunned by her sensual and mature look.
She was dreadfully beautiful. Especially the golden lace top immediately caught his eye. Daring yet elegantly patterned.
“You are beautiful.”
He wanted to praise her more, but restrained himself, knowing the envious eyes that would be at the banquet.
‘I don’t feel like going to the banquet anymore.’
He wanted to praise her more, but he refrained, aware of the envious glares around them.
‘I don’t want to go to the banquet anymore.’
The thought of taking such a beautiful woman to a banquet and showing her off to others didn’t sit well with him.
“Let’s go.”
Terrun extended his hand, and Leah gently took it, saying, “You look great, Terrun.”
As his striking blue-violet eyes and plump lips came closer, Terrun unwittingly swallowed dryly.
He escorted her like a gentleman. But had he seen it wrong? Leah’s dress was open at the back.
“Wait!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Is the dress unfinished? There’s no fabric on the back?”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
“Supposed to… be like this?”
It was a bit hard for him to accept. Throughout the banquet, he would have to cover Leah’s back with his own body to shield her from prying eyes. The thought of other men openly gazing at her smooth, white back gave him a headache.
Moreover, every time his hand touched her back, a tingling sensation ran through his fingers. The audacious dress completely disregarded her fiance’s robust youth.
Terrun muttered internally his immediate impression upon first seeing the dress.
‘I want to tear it to shreds.’
The desire to rip apart the teasing lace and ravage the beautiful form beneath surged within him, accompanied by a feeling of wicked delight.
Heat rose from the bottom up in Terrun. Never before had he felt so excited, but being with Leah was becoming unbearably challenging.
“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”
Unaware that she was the cause, Leah’s innocent smile was incredibly frustrating.
The royal banquet was held with great pomp. Among the notable guests were nobles from Levon and distinguished foreign dignitaries.
The hottest topic was that Duke Courtois, known for shunning such events, was attending with his fiancée.
Especially notable was the emperor and empress’s delight at the duke’s attendance.
‘Ah, I’m so nervous!’
Though she had attended many banquets as a child with her father, this was her first as an adult.
Finally, the doors to the banquet hall swung open. Guests entered one by one as announced by the master of ceremonies.
“Duke Courtois and Lady Baroness Bizac.”
Finally, it was their turn to be announced. Leah walked slowly into the banquet hall, arm in arm with Terrun.
As expected, the eyes of the guests on both sides turned sharply towards them.
The scene was just as Leah had imagined. Ladies of the capital, dressed to the nines as if they had been waiting for this day, filled the room.
“Why is Duke Courtois attending the banquet?”
“That’s surprising, he hasn’t left his house since the war ended.”
Most comments were about Terrun, but that was only momentarily.
Leah felt the intensity of the stares focused on her.
“Look at Lady Baroness Bizac’s dress!”
“It’s quite bold, isn’t it?”
“The gentlemen here tonight won’t be able to keep their minds straight.”
Leah felt relieved.
‘It’s okay so far. Just no harsh criticism…’
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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