Life After Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The first thing I needed to do for my divorce was to cancel the assassination contract and erase all evidence. After all, I had to stay alive to even get divorced.
The guildmaster hadn’t recorded the transaction in the ledger.
He knew that if the commission were ever uncovered, he himself would be in the greatest danger—profiting from such an unethical and ruthless act as murder.
‘So, if I just erase his memory, the evidence will be perfectly obliterated.’
I subtly tapped the ornament on the ring I wore, pretending to adjust my hand to avoid drawing attention, and popped open its lid.
A colorless, odorless substance that induced amnesia for roughly three days instantly vaporized into the air.
I’d won it at an auction my aunt had dragged me to after my debutante ball, insisting I needed firsthand experience with the underworld’s culture.
Since I’d already taken the antidote from the matching set, the vapor posed no direct harm to me.
‘Good thing I kept it.’
Just as I grinned darkly, dreaming of the perfect crime—
A disheveled man, looking as though he hadn’t bathed in days, strode in with a rough sigh.
I was certain he was the guildmaster; he’d been in my blurred vision that night, drenched in alcohol.
I secretly smiled with satisfaction.
The moment he inhaled, the vaporized toxin would begin vigorously stimulating his left hippocampus.
“Damn, I’m swamped—what do you want, my lady?”
The guildmaster, clad in ragged clothes and with a fearsome appearance, plopped down onto the sofa opposite me, breathing heavily.
The worn-out sofa, its leather peeling crudely, let out a wheezing sound.
I elegantly lifted my teacup.
“Please, have some tea first and catch your breath. You seem quite flustered from your sudden visit.”
Tsk. The impatient guildmaster, clearly annoyed, gulped down the cold tea without hesitation—likely thinking it wasn’t worth refusing over something so trivial and eager to get straight to his business.
“Hah.”
He drained the tea like liquor and roughly wiped his glistening lips with the back of his hand.
“So, to what do I owe the honor of your rare visit?”
“Please transfer the commission to someone else.”
I set down my teacup with indifference as I spoke.
The guildmaster scowled deeply and clicked his tongue. He should’ve known better than to accept a drunken commission in the first place.
Muttering under his breath, he glared at me as if ready to throw me out by force if necessary.
“Look here, my lady. Is this really how you want to play it? We’re a business—we survive on commissions.”
Exactly the reaction I’d expected. I lowered my eyes with a pitiful air.
‘My ex-husband took everything—even a penny matters now—so it’s a shame to waste it…’
I raised my gaze again and gave a gentle smile.
“You don’t have to return my deposit.”
The guildmaster’s eyes widened like lanterns. His greedy lips twitched diagonally.
“Oh-ho! That changes everything.”
“So you’ll transfer it?”
“Of course, my lady. Naturally.”
He winked slyly and pressed a button beneath the corner of the desk beside the sofa.
“Get in here.”
Kwang—.
The door burst open dramatically, and in stepped a boy with a buzz-cut head.
While I was still startled by his lightning-fast response, the guildmaster shut the door behind him and stepped out to speak with the boy.
Time dragged on, and just as I began growing weary of their prolonged conversation, the guildmaster poked his head through the door crack, scratching his head sheepishly with an awkward look.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well… what should I do, my lady?”
He flashed his yellowed teeth in an uneasy smile.
“I already sent someone out.”
What?! I shot to my feet, my face pale. The teacup toppled over from the sudden motion, spilling tea across the table and dripping onto the floor.
“Sent.” In the assassin’s guild, that was a euphemism.
‘Damn it…’
Yes—it meant someone had already been dispatched to escort her to the netherworld.
Razbel Road, Third Street.
A young woman groaned softly as she carried a gift box, heading past the plaza toward Razbel’s wildly popular café strip.
She appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties.
Her hair, smooth and straight like silver thread, was half-up. Her dark brown eyes gleamed with innocent clarity.
‘Found you. Lirien Mipidian.’
I hid in the alleyway and smiled confidently.
The guildmaster had told me where he’d sent the assassin and described Lirien’s appearance.
‘Lady Lirien Mipidian of House Count Mipidian—the client’s target is a young lady with silver hair and dark brown eyes, resembling a puppy. Will you recognize her?’
Yes, very well indeed—I wished I could have answered him then and there.
I’d borrowed a horse the moment I’d heard from the guildmaster and raced here. I’d been so tense I hadn’t even noticed the stuffiness of my mask.
Cold sweat had drenched my clothes and even soaked the reins, fueled by fears that I might be too late or fail to find her.
‘Now I just need to locate the guild member.’
Just then—
At the very moment I loosened my grip on the reins and eased my tension, my horse reared and bolted out of the alley.
‘Damn it…!’
Worse still, it was charging straight toward Lirien.
“Kyaa!”
Lirien, drawing near the alley, jumped in fright and dropped her box.
The crowd scattered in murmurs, and just as the horse reared its front legs toward Lirien—
I swiftly snatched her and pulled her into the alley, cradling her in my arms. Her box tumbled right at the alley’s entrance.
The agitated horse reared and stamped once more.
Outside the alley, someone cursed crudely, demanding who’d let the horse loose. The commotion only settled after the city guard arrived and led the horse away.
As the sound of hooves faded into the distance, I absentmindedly looked up—and caught a glint of light on a rooftop.
“…!”
An assassin had poked his head out, slowly licking his thick dagger with a wet, chilling tongue.
‘There you are.’
I immediately pulled from my chest the contract cancellation document, scrawled with the guildmaster’s signature.
The lurking assassin paused, sheathed his blade, and vanished.
Phew—thank goodness. Only then did I exhale in relief and relax. Fortunately, I’d prevented the chain of murders from the original plot. Now I, too, would be safe—that’s what I thought.
“Um… um…”
A flustered, sweet voice sounded beneath my chin.
Ah, right. I quickly stepped back and removed my mask. My thick hair swung down and lightly slapped Lirien’s face.
Lirien blinked dazedly and rubbed her cheek, seemingly unable to process what had just happened.
She looked so endearing that I chuckled through my nose and asked,
“Are you all right?”
“Oh! Y-yes! I’m fine.”
Lirien, snapping back to her senses, noticed my refined bearing and, guessing I was a noblewoman, shyly asked in return,
“Are… are you unharmed, my lady?”
Despite being the most shocked, she worried about me instead—just as gentle and harmless as her appearance suggested.
‘She looks so kind… How did that scum ever set eyes on her…’
Sighing inwardly, I simply nodded in lieu of a reply.
At that, Lirien—who’d been watching me anxiously—softened her wide eyes into crescents and smiled.
“I’m glad you’re not hurt. Thank you for saving me—I nearly died back there.”
Nearly died… Well, she wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t laugh at her joke; my conscience pricked me sharply this time.
Meanwhile, worried someone might step on the box lying at the alley’s entrance, Lirien hesitated and spoke up.
“Thank you so much for your help, madam. Is there anything I could offer in return…?”
“No need for thanks.”
Lirien blinked her large eyes once. Normally, she’d insist a few more times, but sensing my firmness, she decided pressing further would be rude and nodded.
“I see… Well then, madam, I should be off. Thank you again—please take care.”
Just as Lirien gave an awkward smile and hurried toward her box, I watched her silvery hair flutter and quickly called out with a conflicted expression.
“Stop seeing the man you’re with.”
“Huh…?”
Lirien turned around, dazed, as if doubting her own ears.
I sighed and spoke, feeling a faint sense of duty to save this naïve young lady.
“He’s married.”
At the bombshell, Lirien’s face gradually drained of color.
“He… he was married?!”
‘Just as I thought—she had no idea.’
Devon meticulously curated his public image. He was so thorough that no one in the original story ever discovered his affair until the very end.
That was because he had strict criteria for choosing his mistresses.
First, she had to be a woman from the periphery, unconnected to high society.
Second, she must lack any capacity for physical retaliation.
Third, she had to be a commoner whose noble status couldn’t be faked or detected.
He was even cunning enough to ignore well-educated commoners from affluent households.
While posing as virtuous as a clergyman in noble circles for image’s sake, he shamelessly flirted like a street thug whenever he visited remote regions.
Thus, Devon produced new victims in every place he traveled for work—and reportedly every single woman, without exception, fell for his moderately handsome looks, gentlemanly manners, and thoughtfully gentle demeanor.
‘Lirien must’ve been hooked during some trip.’
Though Lirien was the only daughter of the Empire’s sole ducal house, she’d been sidelined after her younger brother—the heir—was demoted to a mere count.
For nine years while her brother was away on campaigns, no noblewoman aided Lirien, and she was naturally isolated from society.
Even now, nine years later, with her brother famed as a hero, she remained withdrawn, dressed plainly—so thoroughly overlooked that even the meticulous Devon likely never suspected her noble birth.
While I was lost in thought, Lirien—who’d stood frozen like stone—suddenly snapped back to life.
“But… who even are you to know this?”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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“Lirien! When you send her on an errand, it always takes half the day—did you lo
It’s clear what kind of friends those are! They are exploiters and bullies. Poor Lirien!（◞‸◟）
I planned to expose the forged will clearly, send Devon to prison, and isolate A
I thought she was just going to get a divorce. Revenge is awesome. To get what they deserve. ｀(^▼^)´↑
“Well, it is someone else’s house. I’m divorcing your son.”
Yes that’s it! Comfortable feeling. But what about the burning evidence of betrayal. I hope she has a backup somewhere although that’s unlikely.
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oh man girl, using your self as bait never goes well! just kiss the man instead