Life After Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“Wah!”
I hadn’t noticed the children running out of the alley, waving toy models in their hands.
As I tried to dodge sideways, my feet tangled and I wobbled—only for Edmund to catch me by the waist and pull me inward. Our eyes met at close range.
Beneath his lowered eyelids, his narrow golden irises gleamed, and I found myself staring at them as if entranced, just like that girl earlier.
Now I understood why, whenever I praised him, flowery metaphors and lyrical phrases spilled out as effortlessly as reciting an ode.
It was simply because Edmund really was that handsome. Apparently, deep down, I’d genuinely believed it all along.
Whether from the shock of the near-accident or his striking appearance, my heart pounded hard.
As I stumbled backward again to regain balance, the recoil caused his bangs to fall over his eyes, poking his temple. He closed one eye, the one brushed by his hair.
Since his hands were busy steadying my waist, I reached up and swept his hair back for him.
Edmund frowned, clearly displeased.
“What’s this?”
“Oh—my apologies. It’s just a habit.”
“…A habit of touching men’s hair?”
His tone sounded slightly odd.
“Saying it like that makes me sound strange. I merely meant brushing hair back is a habit of mine. As you can see, my own hair is rather long.”
“…”
Without another word, Edmund furrowed his brow, abruptly released my waist, and strode ahead.
Just moments ago, he’d treated me like a gentleman; now his attitude was utterly dismissive.
“Be more careful from now on.”
…Grumpy, isn’t he?
With a pout of disappointment, I quickly chased after Edmund.
[This is the timeline separator]“Excuse me, my lord. Might you perhaps have taken a wrong turn…? No, surely not.”
Startled by his sharp glare, I hastily retracted my words and stared at the building.
Cobwebs clung to the chimney, and the outer walls were riddled with sparse holes.
Rainbutton’s office—housed in a two-story townhouse—resembled a damp, desolate ruin.
‘This’ll cost a fortune in renovation fees.’
As I approached the arched red wooden door, Edmund crossed his arms and leaned against the building’s exterior.
“I’ll wait here.”
“I’ll finish my business as quickly as possible.”
After a brief bow, I opened the office door and stepped inside.
I swiftly climbed the stairs and looked down through the landing window at his ash-gray hair.
Edmund tilted his head upward diagonally.
Our eyes met instantly; I gave him a soft, pleading smile—but he turned his head away expressionlessly.
‘How embarrassing.’
I let out a faint sigh, then ascended the stairs, fan in hand.
A small sign labeled “Rainbutton’s Office” was affixed to the worn, dark-brown wooden door.
I knocked, and upon hearing “Come in,” entered.
Surprisingly, the interior was tidy.
Given the pair of sofas arranged side by side in the center, this must be where she met clients.
With no one around to greet me, I stood quietly—until a door opened in the corner and a woman appeared.
Freckled, with short brown hair, she walked past me without a glance, munching on a cookie while flipping book pages.
“Hey, mister, I’ll pay the rent tomorrow… Wait, who are you?”
“Are you Attorney Rainbutton?”
“I am, but…?”
“I’ve come for a consultation.”
Rainbutton’s eyes widened—and she promptly dropped her book.
“Ow!” She hopped around, clutching her foot where the book had landed.
I rolled my eyes at the sight.
In the original story, she was described as a resolute, principled lawyer who defended Edmund despite drawing disdain from high-ranking nobles…
‘Is this really that same Rainbutton who won the trial of the century…?’
[This is the timeline separator]Yes, it’s her—Rainbutton.
I set down my business card and fixed my gaze on her across the desk, wearing an awkward smile.
“I came today because I’d like to seek your counsel.”
“About what…?”
The woman, who’d just been munching on a cookie like a nervous squirrel unable to tolerate even a moment’s hunger, now stared at me with wide eyes.
“I’d like to get a divorce. And I want to appoint you as my attorney.”
“Really? What about the retainer fee? Will it cover five meals a day?”
Rainbutton asked bluntly, crumbs still clinging to the corner of her mouth.
‘So her standard is meal costs, huh.’
I smiled faintly and explained my current situation.
After hearing everything, Rainbutton rubbed her chin with a grave expression.
“Hmm… So your husband repeatedly committed adultery, and your mother-in-law subjected you to verbal abuse and physical violence. Because both sides turned a blind eye, you’ve been isolated and denied the respect due to a countess… Is that correct?”
“That’s right.”
“You wish to pursue a mutual-consent divorce but don’t want to give your husband even a penny of your property. Moreover, you’d like Viscountess Dian to be socially ostracized?”
“That’s also correct. That’s precisely why I’d like to hire you as my legal counsel—to avoid any legal complications during the process.”
Rainbutton, who’d been staring intently at me, abruptly stood up, her demeanor resolute as if she needed to hear no more.
“In that case, I must decline. I’m an honest lawyer. I won’t let myself be used merely for a countess’s revenge—”
“I’ll ensure you live worry-free about food expenses for a full year.”
“That scumbag…! How dare he deceive a countess and cheat on her! I never liked that guy from the start!”
‘Hmph. She’s refreshingly honest.’
Pleased by her sudden shift in attitude, I smiled.
I liked her straightforwardness—driven purely by desire.
At the very least, she wouldn’t stab me in the back or half-heartedly take my retainer while wasting time.
I then outlined my current circumstances and detailed plans.
That Devon had forged a will, that I possessed my father’s genuine last testament, and that I intended to request an authenticity verification from the Mage Tower—among other specifics.
“Once the will’s authenticity is confirmed, I plan to pressure him into agreeing to a mutual-consent divorce. Since it’ll be certified by the Mage Tower, he won’t be able to wriggle out of it.”
“Hmm, I see.”
With a year’s worth of meals secured, Rainbutton had practically become my loyal retainer. She nodded earnestly, listening closely.
She even jotted something down on her documents.
“I don’t intend to sue his paramours for adultery—they were deceived by Devon as well.”
“But… what if they file a lawsuit first, seeking property division? Naturally, inherited assets aren’t subject to division under Imperial law, but property accumulated during the marriage—”
“Exactly. That’s precisely where I need your help, Attorney Rainbutton.”
That was the primary reason I’d sought her out.
Currently, Devon managed the Leblon Mining operations under House Beuil, but his incompetent management had drawn consistent criticism from executives over the past four years.
‘No wonder—they never had any talent beyond charming women.’
The real issue was that, thanks to my father’s groundwork, the family already possessed a systematic distribution network and stable mining sites—meaning House Beuil’s wealth grew even with minimal effort.
Consequently, Devon had secretly established personal business contacts behind executives’ backs, causing legal representatives no small amount of headaches.
‘He swore never to do it again… but honestly—will he really stop?’
I scoffed.
As far as I knew, Devon wasn’t the type to quit.
‘Which is exactly why I want to throw him out penniless.’
Just picturing the face of the man who’d soon become my ex-husband made my stomach churn.
As I clicked my tongue in disgust, Rainbutton—who’d been lost in thought, rubbing her chin—suddenly chuckled.
“There’s a way to prevent division of both inherited and marital property.”
“How?”
“Does your husband have any history of illegal acts?”
“As far as I recall, House Beuil’s attorney once resolved a tax evasion allegation involving Devon.”
“Hmm, then we can exploit a legal gray area. Any assets linked to tax evasion or illicit accumulation will be frozen by the Imperial Treasury pending investigation. We’ll have the marital property frozen before the divorce, blocking division. After the divorce, you’ll prove your innocence and reclaim the assets.”
Oh? My lips curled into an involuntary smile.
“So such a method exists. Will it affect the family’s business operations?”
“If it’s personal tax evasion, business operations shouldn’t suffer. Also—what about rumors of discord with your in-laws…? It would be helpful if they leaked to the press. Is that feasible?”
Delighted by Rainbutton’s sharp suggestion, I smiled sweetly.
“Of course.”
That part would be easy; I’d already planned to cultivate public sympathy before the divorce.
I just hadn’t picked the perfect timing yet—but now, I’d gradually spread the rumors, slowly draining their reputation dry.
Rainbutton gave a sly nod.
“Then that’s settled. I’ll bribe a contact in the bureaucracy to accelerate the investigation. It’ll keep them busy, but it should wrap up before your will evidence surfaces.”
“Thank you. We’ll hit them hard before the divorce. Oh—and regarding Viscountess Dian, I have separate plans. I’d like to resolve it within legal bounds, so I’ll seek your advice from time to time.”
“Feel free to visit anytime, Countess. I’ll support you.”
After all, you’re covering a whole year’s meals! Rainbutton clenched her fist and declared boldly,
“Let’s ruin them!”
Oh my. I wrinkled my nose and laughed playfully.
“Among educated people, we call it ‘cultured revenge.’”
“Right! Revenge!”
Though she should’ve been slightly embarrassed by my reaction, Rainbutton didn’t care—she raised her fist again.
I chuckled softly and spoke once more.
“There’s another matter I’d like to entrust to you… though if it’s impossible, so be it.”
Meanwhile, Rainbutton—who’d been crunching snacks—brushed crumbs off her lips and said shamelessly,
“Just say the word. My lack of clients since opening shop wasn’t due to incompetence.”
Ha! Her audacious spirit made me burst out laughing.
So this was why Edmund had entrusted his trial to her in the original story.
Rainbutton was exactly my kind of person. Confidence and guts—better to have them bursting at the seams than lacking entirely.
Smiling contentedly, I extended my hand for a handshake.
“I’m counting on you, Attorney Rainbutton. Once everything’s settled, I’ll pay a retainer sufficient to relocate your office to a high-traffic area.”
“I’ll probably just spend it all on food, but thank you in advance.”
We beamed at each other, shaking hands vigorously up and down. The agreement was sealed—and my plan had just begun.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Not only was his sister infatuated with this woman without knowing her true natu
Haha! The problem is that he is completely charmed, and tries to justify himself.
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“You enjoyed your romance behind my back in the mansion—kicking each other playf
The number of people on Etricia’s revenge list has increased. Berita seems to have the same rudeness as Devon.
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No one knew where he came from or how he’d arrived; nothing about his origins or
My feeling is that he is the second laed. Exaggeration in its description and ambiguity in who it is. He is definitely the second laed.
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oh man girl, using your self as bait never goes well! just kiss the man instead