Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“There, all done!”
While Bonita sat lost in thought with her tiny head bowed, Mary tied the child’s hair with a red ribbon that matched her cotton-candy pink locks perfectly.
Mary was just finishing the final adjustment of the ribbon.
Knock knock.
A cheerful knock sounded at the door.
“Mother!”
In an instant, Bonita leaped down from the chair—just a bit taller than herself—and scampered over.
“Miss! You’ll trip if you run!”
Especially with such a long skirt.
Mary cried out urgently, but it was already too late—Bonita’s foot had caught in her hem, and she was rapidly drawing closer to the floor.
“Miss!”
Poof.
Despite Mary’s desperate cry, Bonita was gently caught in a pair of large, warm hands.
The Duke, who had just caught Bonita, raised an eyebrow and glared at the maid Mary.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
“…It’s fine. Just be more careful next time.”
Instead of scolding Bonita, he merely gave her a light warning before letting it go. Aria, who had been standing behind Luke, quickly rushed over.
“Bonita! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Bonita’s gaze remained fixed on the Duke still holding her.
Seeing her looking up at him with such intensity, Luke flinched slightly.
“Thank you, Your Grace, for catching me. I—I’m very grateful.”
“Hmph. It’s only natural. There’s no need to thank me for every little thing.”
“But… still…”
Bonita stammered, thrown off by Luke’s unexpectedly kind demeanor.
She’d seen plenty of other children her age who acted without restraint before—most of them dressed in fine clothes and riding expensive private carriages.
Many of them had all said the same foolish, irritating things, as if stamped from the same mold. Bonita swallowed her words and fell into a serious, thoughtful silence.
Aria, noticing the little girl’s expression, tilted her head curiously and asked in an innocent, boyish tone,
“Bonita, what are you thinking about?”
“Well…”
Bonita hesitated for a moment. But seeing Luke also watching her intently, she opened her mouth.
“I was just thinking—if I’d grown up here from the very beginning, I’d probably have turned into a terribly spoiled child.”
“What?”
“What?”
Luke and Aria blurted out the same word simultaneously. They glanced at each other, then turned back to look at Bonita, whose expression remained deeply serious.
Unaware of their reactions, Bonita continued,
“Maybe I should even try not to get too used to this place… so I won’t grow up into a pathetic adult who can’t even put on her own socks alone…”
“Hah!”
Unable to hold it in any longer, Aria burst into laughter. Luke’s lips twitched.
‘So cute.’
‘So adorable!’
Once again, their thoughts aligned perfectly. Even Mary, the maid watching from the side, had to exert her utmost effort not to laugh at the little miss’s absurd yet earnest imagination.
“Isn’t that right, Mother?”
“Huh? Me?”
Aria pointed at herself in surprise when suddenly singled out, and Bonita nodded earnestly.
In that moment, Aria found her daughter unbearably endearing and immediately pulled Bonita into a tight hug, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Our Bonita will grow into a wonderful adult no matter where she is!”
“I don’t think so…”
“Nonsense. Just trust your mom once.”
Aria hugged Bonita tightly once more before setting her gently back on the floor.
“By the way, Bonita—His Grace says he’d like to join us for a picnic. What do you think?”
“A picnic?”
At the word “picnic,” Bonita’s previously mature expression instantly transformed back into that of a seven-year-old child. Her rose-pink eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Can we really go on a picnic?”
“Of course! We actually planned to go yesterday, but we couldn’t because we ran out of time baking the cake.”
“I’d love that!”
Whoosh!
Bonita’s head snapped toward Luke. He, who had stiffened at Aria’s earlier “mom” remark, quickly forced a gentle smile.
“Hmph. I’m quite looking forward to it myself.”
“Your Grace, you’ve stopped using that ‘daddy’ tone.”
“…Shut your mouth, Miss Aria. Unless you want to die.”
Luke growled under his breath—just loud enough for Aria to hear—then nodded toward the maid who had been tying Bonita’s hair.
“You’d best instruct the servants to prepare. Hey, you there.”
“Yes!”
Mary, suddenly addressed, straightened her back rigidly and answered.
With an indifferent expression, he commanded,
“We’re heading to the lake closest to the manor. Tell the knights to assign an escort detail.”
‘Knights?’
Meanwhile, Bonita, who had been listening quietly, was shocked yet again.
‘Knights are coming to guard us on a picnic?’
Of course, she knew nobles always traveled with gleaming knights wherever they went.
But to think it would happen to her! Bonita’s mouth fell open in awe.
“Eep!”
A finger slipped between her lips.
“Hic.”
When Bonita closed her mouth with a flustered look, Aria pulled her finger out swiftly and giggled.
Luke stared at Aria with an utterly exasperated expression.
“Do you really consider that playful?”
“Our child is just too cute—I couldn’t help it.”
“You really are…”
Luke, about to say something more, felt that if he kept talking, he’d surely be thoroughly scolded by the woman before him.
‘The Aria Hilton from before was never like this at all.’
Or was she?
Honestly, he couldn’t be sure.
He’d practically treated every woman except Elodie as invisible.
That included the former Aria Hilton as well—since he’d never paid attention, he couldn’t possibly remember her clearly.
But she definitely wasn’t like this before.
This woman seemed less like Aria Hilton and more like—
He suppressed the absurd direction his thoughts kept veering toward. It was ridiculous fantasy.
Besides, the two of them had spent a very long time together, after all.
It was common for people who spent so much time together to gradually resemble each other in personality and habits.
Luke stared into the pair of curious blue eyes watching him.
This woman, honestly…
“Honestly, what?”
“…Never mind. Let’s just get ready.”
Damnably irritating.
Luke frowned.
[This is the timeline separator]The spring breeze fluttered gently.
The sky was clear, without a single cloud.
Though today was Monday—and thus not the “lazy Sunday afternoon picnic” Bonita had so dreamed of—what did the day of the week matter, really?
A picnic blanket had been laid out for the three of them by the lakeside. Unlike Luke, who had settled beneath a tree, the other two were exploring the lake’s edge like puppies.
And now.
Bonita was trotting along on her short legs, chasing after Aria.
“Mother, come on, let’s go together!”
“Wahaha! Come on, daughter, run faster!”
Aria was now subtly teasing Bonita—slowing down just enough for her to nearly catch up, then speeding up again.
The wind brushing past her face as she ran filled her chest with exhilaration.
‘I couldn’t run like this before.’
Back when Aria had been Elodie.
She’d been born frail.
Due to a congenital heart condition and asthma, even slight exertion left her breathless and chest aching.
Though her death had been largely emotional, physical factors had played no small part. Yet with her new body, all those problems had vanished completely.
After running and walking happily for a while, Aria suddenly realized Bonita was no longer following her.
“Bonita?”
A bad feeling crept in.
When Aria turned around, she saw Bonita standing still far behind her. She hurried toward her daughter.
“Bonita, what’s wrong? Did Mommy run too fast…?”
But with every step closer, Aria’s smiling face grew stiff.
“…Bonita?”
It would’ve been better if she’d fallen or cried out of frustration at losing. But Bonita’s current expression was closer to despairing resignation.
Aria drew a silent breath inward and cursed her own foolishness.
Hadn’t she already guessed the kind of environment Bonita had grown up in?
It was certain that “Aria” hadn’t given the child enough love. She must have often left her alone or abandoned her. It wouldn’t be strange at all for the girl to fear being left behind.
Aria swallowed hard.
Slowly, she knelt down in front of Bonita.
“Listen, Bonita. Mommy would never…”
“I… I know.”
But Bonita spoke first.
“I know the mother I have now would never abandon me.”
The mother I have now?
Aria gasped at the child’s words.
Though it was utterly impossible, she felt as if Bonita was clearly distinguishing between the real Aria and herself.
Bonita flinched slightly at Aria’s suddenly frozen expression.
“But I just… I…”
She wanted to say, “I hope you stay this strange forever,” but hid the words she could never utter aloud.
She was afraid that the moment she voiced it, the “previous mother” would return.
Yet she had no idea how to take back what she’d already said. Bonita clenched her skirt tightly—her sweaty palms felt clammy.
“I just…”
Fortunately or unfortunately, Bonita never got to finish her sentence.
“Madam! You mustn’t push the guards like that!”
“Ah, let go! I told you to release me! If I get hurt, you’ll all be whipped until your backsides split open!”
“Madam, please just—”
“Luke! Where is that girl? Luke! Just how addled has she become in my absence?!”
“I’ll take you to His Grace right away! Please, calm down. You’ll collapse again if you carry on like this.”
“Do you think I’m that weak?!”
A heated argument erupted between a young man and an elderly noblewoman.
The old woman’s voice was so loud that the two, who had been quite far away, jumped in surprise and turned toward the commotion.
A thunderous cry shattered the lakeside peace.
“I must see that fake daughter and the fraud with my own eyes—right this instant!”
Hic.
Startled, Bonita hiccuped.
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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😅😅 They are about to die mentally, sooo exhausting