Luke was the first to break the silence.
“Was what you said… just a conjecture?”
It was about Delphinium’s story. Aria’s fingertips twitched.
“Well…”
Actually, that wasn’t the first conjecture she came up with. The hypothesis suggested by Lenn, who had noticed her true form, was the first. However, it was plausible and well-founded.
There were two people: one unsure if a member of my family could take the position of the duke’s wife, and the other inheriting the position sequence at the moment Bonita disappeared, making it clear who the more plausible candidate for the culprit was.
Assassinating or switching an infant is an extremely risky endeavor. For a family like the duke’s, severe punishment is inevitable if caught.
However, there are those willing to take such risks to achieve their goals.
“…Did the duke never consider this?”
Aria asked, not expecting much.
Neither she nor the entirety of the duke’s family had doubted Elodie’s death.
If it had been a grown child who disappeared, it might have been different, but who would have suspected a change since birth? It was natural not to suspect it.
As expected, Luke couldn’t say anything. He seemed somewhat bewildered.
“Inheritance disputes among siblings are common, especially when a title is at stake.”
He muttered as if to himself.
“But I never thought Oliver had any interest in the dukedom. He thought it was okay because he could inherit the second title his father had and even get a small territory away from the ducal estate.”
“It must be one of the two.”
Aria cynically remarked.
“He’s either not the culprit or has been living a lie all his life.”
Though her tone was cold, she felt sympathy for Luke.
Despite his seemingly cold demeanor, he was affectionate towards those within his circle. Having gotten along well with him since she was a child, and having had a good relationship with his younger siblings, Luke would have a special bond with Oliver, especially since he lost one younger sibling when he was young.
“…Yeah. That might be the case.”
It was a tone that seemed to have lost its strength. He sighed for a moment, then pressed his forehead between his eyebrows.
“It’s not certain yet.”
Aria said.
However, it was not a comforting statement, just a meaningless consolation. She almost believed that Oliver was the real perpetrator, starting with her own certainty that he was the true culprit behind Aria’s case.
“No.”
And Luke also denied Aria’s consolation.
“In reality, there are points that can be noted. I just chose to ignore them.”
“…”
“And to say.”
His eyes turned to Aria.
A complex emotion swept over his red irises. After pursing his lips for a moment, he asked like this.
“By any chance, did you also receive Oliver’s horoscope seven years ago?”
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Bonita blinked her eyes blankly.
‘A white ceiling.’
It was a strange landscape different from her usual room. The texture of the blanket was unfamiliar.
Thinking so, Bonita was slightly surprised at her own adaptability.
‘I’m considering this place as my room now.’
Even though it was a cramped room where she had spent seven years in slumber, she considered it ‘my room,’ not that old room. It had been less than a month since she entered the duke’s room.
‘What happened?’
Her mind was faintly foggy.
As Bonita groped for memories, she soon realized that she had no recollection after memorizing letters with Teacher Hildre.
‘My head hurt back then.’
Whether it was because she studied too hard or not, she wasn’t sure, but it was something like that.
Bonita slowly got up. There was a soft pillow behind her, allowing her to comfortably lean back.
‘It doesn’t hurt now.’
The headache that felt like it was about to split open was gone. Bonita glanced around with an awkward expression.
‘Where am I?’
The room was so immaculate it could be described as obsessive-compulsive, completely different from the pink-toned room prepared for Bonita.
There was a single bed, and on the side, there was a large machine of unknown identity. Staring at the metallic, round keyboard, Bonita awkwardly emerged from the blanket.
Slippers weren’t prepared separately on the floor. Passing by the two chairs placed beside the bed, Bonita took her steps.
She intended to look for Aria.
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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