Life After Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Tale. Rail.”
Two dark shadows pooled long behind Edmund.
“You called, master.”
“You called, my lord.”
Tale and Rail.
They were twins, refugees from a village brutally erased from history by monsters of the Jeder Forest. Edmund had saved them from becoming prey in a nearby cave, and in return, they swore direct loyalty to him as his personal subordinates.
Tale had been assigned to the monster-hunting squad, while Rail had been tasked with guarding Lirien’s safety—it was the first proper meeting between them in nearly nine years.
Edmund, who had been gazing out the tall window that brightly lit the dim study, leaned his back against the sill and turned to face the twins. He gave them a casual nod.
Tale immediately pointed at Rail beside him and sneered as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
“As you already know, this fool nearly died from the ‘Ephemeral Bloom’ poison scattered by an assassin from the Murder-for-Hire Guild—how embarrassing. If we’d arrived any later, he’d have turned to stone and died right there.”
Rail glared fiercely at Tale, eyes flaring.
“You idiot, can’t you speak with some dignity? Who died? I just dozed off for a bit!”
“That’s precisely why you’re so foolish—falling asleep while guarding Lady Lirien! Do you think that’s why she was entrusted to your care? And I’m speaking politely to our master right now, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Then speak politely to your older brother, you brat! I’m your elder by one minute!”
“What the hell, you jerk? The medical records were wrong, I’m the older one!”
“No, I am!”
Seriously!—the twin brothers Tale and Rail, who had just been grabbing each other’s collars, froze abruptly.
An icy killing intent crawled up their spines.
Slowly, they turned around.
Golden eyes, deep in shadow, gleamed with the sharpness of a bird of prey.
Pale-faced, Tale and Rail quickly clutched each other in panic.
“I love you, brother!”
“I love you more, brother!”
Let’s be together forever. Smooch, smooch. Tale and Rail even planted loud, affectionate kisses on each other’s cheeks before glancing nervously at Edmund.
Years ago, Edmund had warned the brothers—who used to fight daily—that if they quarreled even once more, he’d toss them straight into a monster’s maw.
Back then, they’d laughed it off as a joke—and nearly ended up in the afterlife together as a result.
The terror of dangling by their collars over a monstrous, crocodile-like maw was unforgettable for life.
Edmund sighed and, with an annoyed expression, swept aside the silvery strands of hair brushing his shoulder. Eyes closed and brows furrowed, he spoke.
“Just give your report.”
“Yes!—” Tale and Rail snapped to attention. Rail spoke first.
“According to the guildmaster’s statement, the client who hired the Murder-for-Hire Guild to assassinate Lady Lirien was indeed Countess Bueil. She apparently stumbled in completely drunk the day before. It’s astonishing she even knew about such a shadowy guild—finding it would’ve been nearly impossible for someone of her standing.”
“So.”
“But yesterday, once sober, she returned to cancel the contract. However, the assassin had already been dispatched—and that woman hurriedly saved Lady Lirien herself.”
Rail shuddered at the chilling thought of what might have happened had she failed, then continued.
“The guildmaster further reported that the woman likely used an amnesia-inducing drug. She regularly takes an antidote herself, so when she collapsed from side effects after ingesting the poison, she realized what had happened.”
Edmund’s eyebrows twitched as he spoke.
“The reason for the assassination request?”
“It seems to have been an impulsive act driven by drunkenness. Apparently, such cases aren’t unheard of—people, drunk beyond reason, recklessly ordering the deaths of those they harbor grudges against.”
Grudges? Edmund narrowed his eyes. That word didn’t suit his sister at all.
“Have you determined the motive?”
“Well…”
Rail scratched his head awkwardly and gave a nervous laugh.
“Lady Lirien is kind even to the pigeons in the square—it’s unthinkable she’d earn anyone’s resentment. Nor does it make sense financially; Countess Bueil is famously nouveau riche, and there’s no financial link between them. There’s no discernible interest tied to Lady Lirien’s death either. That leaves only… romantic entanglement.”
“Romantic entanglement?”
As Rail pondered, he hastily backtracked under Edmund’s icy glare descending upon him like frost.
“No, of course not! Lady Lirien does feel lonely at times, but she’d never meet a man like that—she longs more for friendship. Still… I am uneasy about the periods I was away from her side—specifically when I occasionally visited you, my lord, and when she abruptly left for that journey to the frontier.”
Rail glanced cautiously at Edmund and gave a vague smile.
“Shall I investigate Lady Lirien’s activities during those times?”
Tsk tsk—Tale clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“So in the end, you don’t even know why Countess Bueil tried to kill Lady Lirien? Pathetic.”
Ugh—Rail was furious but could only glare at Tale. He couldn’t deny it.
Nine years without combat experience. It was only natural his vigilance around Lirien, who lived in unbroken peace, had grown lax.
If Tale hadn’t returned the previous night and given him the antidote while he lay collapsed on the roof, he might already be dead.
Moreover, by the time Rail opened his eyes, Lirien had already returned home—to the mansion—and was with Etricia, no less.
Damn it. Rail felt he’d be haunted for a long time by the shame of being worse than Tale.
“What about Count Bueil?”
“Oh, that bastard? He reeked of corruption.”
This time, Tale wrinkled his nose and waved his hand dismissively, miming the dispersal of a foul stench.
“Currently Count Bueil, formerly Devon Diale before marriage. He inherited the estate, apparently causing widespread suspicion among the public.”
“Suspicion?”
“Right before the previous Count Bueil died, rumors swirled that he’d never—unless driven mad—leave everything to his daughter’s fiancé instead of her. Of course, since the man himself denied it, everyone stayed quiet.”
Tale narrowed his eyes slightly and stole a glance at Edmund’s expression.
“So… what’ll we do? Kill both the guildmaster and that woman?”
Whack—Rail seized the moment and kicked Tale hard in the thigh for his foolish question. “Oof!”—Tale toppled sideways.
“You ignorant fool. Why do you think our master spared the guildmaster and let that woman stay at the mansion? To reassure her—and keep her under surveillance, obviously.”
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead already, you—!”
Tale shot up, grabbed Rail by the collar, and the twins’ second round began.
Edmund watched them indifferently, lost in thought as a recent memory surfaced.
Preparing to return from the forest, his worry over Lirien’s days-long silence had snowballed like drifting flakes.
Just as he’d begun to relax thanks to the housekeeper’s report, an odd message arrived.
“Lady Lirien has brought home a guest—someone who saved her from being trampled by a horse in an alleyway…”
What? In the heart of the noble district, witnessing a mansion burning down—and then inviting the witness to stay at her estate? The more he heard, the more it sounded meticulously orchestrated, almost impressive.
“Rail… what exactly were you doing while all this was happening?”
He’d tried contacting Rail through their communication device, but the magical signal kept cutting out, weak and unstable.
Anxious, he’d returned with Tale—and managed to save Rail.
Who would’ve guessed Rail had been sleeping unconscious on someone else’s rooftop?
“Cough! I saw it clearly—the outfit worn by the one who attacked me was the underground Murder-for-Hire Guild’s uniform!”
Edmund had gone straight to the guild and swiftly pieced together the entire situation like flowing water.
“I—It was Countess Bueil who ordered it! I only did as I was told!”
The one who’d tried to kill his sister was Etricia Bueil.
Mistress of the Leblon Mine—the family chosen by the gods, beyond the reach of even the Imperial House, the Temple, or the Mage Tower.
Edmund was deeply puzzled: for what possible reason had that woman come to his estate pretending to be his sister’s savior?
Was she trying to win trust, lower their guard, and kill Lirien herself? If so, the fire at the Bueil estate might also be part of her scheme.
Or… was it truly just a drunken whim, as the guildmaster claimed? Even that was infuriating—how shameless to attempt murder, then act as if nothing happened.
Arriving with murderous intent, Edmund found the woman lying motionless in his bedroom, eyes closed as if dead.
He let out a dry chuckle at the sight of her sleeping so carelessly in enemy territory.
Without hesitation or inner conflict, he’d intended to kill Etricia. After all, regardless of whether his sister survived, the fact remained: she’d commissioned an assassination. She clearly harbored ill will toward his sister—and nearly caused them a tragic, permanent separation.
He could easily cover it up. Clear confessions and circumstantial evidence of murder conspiracy already existed.
“I should’ve killed her then.”
But in trying to probe her intentions, he’d missed his chance—and lost precious time.
“If only she’d stay longer at the estate… But I have no grounds to detain her…”
And so, he’d discovered, to his dismay, that his naive sister had already given her heart to that woman.
After listening for a long while to his sister’s effusive praise of Etricia, Edmund hadn’t even been allowed to savor their reunion—instead, Lirien had practically shoved him away, insisting he change his clothes.
“Edmund, you must treat her with gentlemanly courtesy. She’s been through much and is very sensitive—don’t scare her like some wild bear fresh from the hunt.”
She even lectured him on etiquette—something she’d never done when they were younger.
Just what had that woman done to completely win over his sister in a single night? It was utterly baffling.
“Haaah.”
Edmund exhaled a heavy sigh and swept aside the unruly hair blocking his view.
Through the wide-open window, the rear garden came into sight.
Lirien, beaming, was explaining to Etricia about the plants she cultivated—part of her many hobbies, including confectionery. Etricia listened with remarkable warmth and gentleness.
Tsk—Edmund clicked his tongue and furrowed his perfectly straight brows.
“I won’t be able to kill her right away.”
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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Devon shot up from the bed, still clutching the shoulders of the bare woman besi
Finally the cheating husband appeared. And also in a position of cheating .
"Really? What about the retainer fee? Will it cover five meals a day?"
Weren’t there three meals a day?! Has the number of daily meals increased and I do not know. ♨(⋆‿⋆)♨ 🍴
"In that case, I must decline. I’m an honest lawyer. I won’t let myself be used
I loved this lawyer. (・ω<)
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oh man girl, using your self as bait never goes well! just kiss the man instead