My Husband's Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“I really must go now!”
The coachman warned that if they didn’t depart immediately, they’d be crossing the forest in the dead of night.
At the coachman’s urging, Chloe hurriedly took her seat. Coon also shoved part of his upper body into the carriage.
“Travel safely, Chloe. My dear friend.”
Coon, signaling a true farewell, subtly extended his hand. Understanding his intent, Chloe placed her palm over his.
His unusually pale hand was so clear that not a single vein was visible. Coon stroked it gently, as if it were a sacred relic.
“I shall inquire after your well-being by letter soon.”
It was the customary farewell between friends—and for Chloe, a former princess, an especially common kiss.
Yet, whether from mere feeling or not, Coon’s seemed strikingly different.
Though their kiss was brief, it felt unusually long; despite its soft ending, it lingered with a strangely intense resonance.
She had never tasted another’s lips before, so she couldn’t know—but she found herself imagining that if she ever kissed someone again, it would surely feel just like this.
A true friend, not bound by mere formality but born of genuine emotion—do such people greet each other with such passion?
The journey to the north took a day and a half. Though it would normally have felt long and exhausting, today it seemed strangely short.
In the distance, the gates of the duke’s manor came into view. The lavish, elegant estate weighed heavily upon Chloe.
Chloe, who had been brushing her fingers along the window frame, pressed her forehead against the glass.
It was truly despairing to have nowhere to return to but hell itself.
Relentlessly, the carriage continued toward its destination. Soon, it reached the manor’s grand gates.
Escorted by the coachman, Chloe stepped down and immediately sensed something amiss.
Most members of the ducal household stood waiting at the gates. In the center stood Chloe’s husband, Kalis.
Unless it was mere coincidence, this was clearly meant as a warm welcome for Chloe.
Helena, standing awkwardly behind them, looked unwell. The other servants also seemed thoroughly annoyed.
Clearly, this was Kalis’s unilateral decision.
“Chloe!”
Kalis greeted her with a bright smile, arms wide open as if ready to embrace her at once.
Yet, seemingly mindful of his lover’s presence, he changed course and instead kissed her hand.
Unwanted excessive kindness was simply exhausting. Already weary, Chloe quickly looked drained.
‘I’d be far better off alone.’
As if to show her desire to be apart from him, Chloe immediately went straight to her room.
But oblivious Kalis continued trailing her even inside the manor. Upon reaching her door, he even opened it for her himself.
Given that the master had been away for several days, the room should have been dusty—but it was spotlessly clean.
“I had it tidied thoroughly so you could rest comfortably.”
Kalis’s voice soon rang out, brimming with pride. His shrug clearly begged for praise.
“Oh… Yes. Thank you.”
“You must be exhausted from your long journey. Come, let’s go eat. I specially asked the chef to prepare your favorite dishes today.”
“…”
“Oh, right—I’ve also arranged a floral bath for after the meal, scented with lilac, your favorite. Go relax and refresh yourself.”
Kalis boasted proudly, as if reciting his achievements, and went on listing everything else he’d done for Chloe.
But seeing Chloe’s muted reaction, he seemed embarrassed and quickly left the room.
‘Something’s odd.’
Indeed, Kalis was acting strangely today.
Where had he left Helena, whom he professed to adore? Why was he acting as if he’d returned alone to the past?
By sheer accident—and in the most revolting way—Chloe came to understand his true intentions.
Perhaps due to the shock from her visit to the royal palace, Chloe tossed and turned all night.
She was wandering the hallway, wondering if an early-morning stroll might help, when—
‘…Light?’
A room lit up in the middle of the night caught her eye.
Because the surroundings were dark with candles extinguished, she only realized it was Kalis’s bedroom when she drew near.
If caught loitering outside Kalis’s room so late at night, she’d only invite suspicion. Chloe quietly turned to leave.
“…Ah!”
Had it not been for the cry that slipped through the open door, her resolve would never have faltered.
Instinctively, Chloe peered through the crack—and saw a naked spectacle unfolding before her.
Soon, lewd sounds struck her ears.
“Kalis…!”
“Hah… hah… Helena.”
The back of the man Chloe once loved. Beneath him lay a woman.
The two were engaged in an improper relationship.
Leave. She had to leave.
There was no reason to keep watching this repulsive scene.
Yet, against her will, her legs refused to move. Frozen in place, Chloe was forced to witness their entire act.
‘I hate it.’
When she was young, her tutor had told her:
Intimacy between loving partners is noble—nothing could be more beautiful, nothing more perfect.
What Chloe saw now contradicted that teaching. There, two beasts writhed and howled.
Master, is that truly a noble act?
Love between beasts who deceive Chloe and nurture their twisted affection within the very manor Chloe built?
‘I hate it. I hate it. I hate it!’
Chloe truly wished to gouge out her eyes, tear off her ears to block out those sounds.
No—if she could, she’d tear them apart, curse them to suffer for the rest of their lives.
The woman’s high-pitched cries. The man’s ragged breaths. The friction of skin against skin.
Finally, the two screamed so loudly it seemed the manor might collapse. Then Kalis collapsed onto the woman’s body.
The filthy act had finally come to an end.
Afterward, the two sat side by side on the bed.
Helena nestled happily against the man’s shoulder. Kalis gave her a firm embrace, then lit his pipe.
Once her breathing steadied, Helena spoke first—how wonderful it had been, how her back would give out after days of this…
She had been acting like the happiest woman in the world—until she suddenly changed.
“Why did you treat that woman like that earlier?”
Her previously shy gestures and sweet voice were gone; only a sharp expression remained.
Startled by the sudden shift, Kalis asked in confusion,
“Who?”
“Who else? The princess.”
She meant Chloe.
Hearing this, Chloe listened even more intently.
“Why go so overboard? Doesn’t it seem excessive? Think about how it looks to me, Kal!”
She referred to how the ducal household had been forced to welcome Chloe upon her return—and how Kalis had foolishly tried so hard to please her.
If even Chloe found it strange, there was no way it looked good to Helena.
Kalis, who had been sitting on the bed inhaling smoke, quickly extinguished his pipe. He then pulled the sulking Helena tightly into his arms.
Helena, who had wrinkled her nose at the tobacco smell, soon began giggling.
“I’m sorry. But please consider my position too, my love.”
Kalis began justifying himself to soothe Helena’s anger.
“The palace sent a carriage without even a letter requesting a visit. And they invited only Chloe—it’s awfully suspicious! What if she tells His Majesty everything and pushes for a divorce?”
“Then you two divorce, and I become the new duchess, right?”
Helena replied innocently.
Her answer was far from what he’d expected. Though her simple, greedy response should have made him shake his head, Kalis smiled fondly, as if even this flaw in his lover was endearing.
“If that happens, we could lose everything we have now—the ducal title, even some inherited territories. Not only would our monthly allowance vanish, but all the money we’ve saved might be wasted entirely on alimony!”
Helena’s protruding lips slowly receded inward. Blinking, she smiled as if she finally understood.
“…I don’t want her to take everything from me. I want to keep living this life.”
“Right. I want to live happily with you too, so—disgusting as it is—I’m only pretending to care for her.”
“I understand! I won’t feel hurt. After all, Kal truly loves me.”
Kalis gazed at his lover with tender eyes. He brushed his lips against her forehead and gently stroked Helena’s brown hair.
‘…So that’s why.’
While the two laughed as if the manor might fly apart, Chloe alone could not smile.
‘So that’s why I had to get permission for a divorce.’
Her meeting with her dear friend, which had helped her overcome despair—
now, as if to prove that happiness was only fleeting, Chloe collided once more with cold reality.
Chloe barely made it to her room before collapsing into sleep. Had no one knocked to wake her, she would have slept until lunchtime.
Awakened by bustling noises, Chloe ordered whoever it was to enter.
‘It can’t be Jane.’
Jane only visited when other servants were inactive, so she wouldn’t come at this hour.
“Good morning, my lady.”
As the door opened, a group of maids waiting outside rushed in.
They claimed that those who had so neatly turned their backs on Helena were now here to assist Chloe.
In an instant, last night’s events flashed through Chloe’s mind.
“I’ll prepare myself alone. You may go downstairs.”
At her firm refusal of their kindness, the maids quickly retreated.
Left entirely alone, Chloe quietly readied herself and went downstairs.
By the time she reached the dining room, she was already an hour past the scheduled mealtime.
Normally, the meal would have long begun—but Helena and Kalis sat quietly at the table. No one even complained about Chloe’s lateness.
Kalis, who had summoned the butler to serve the food, soon spoke to Chloe.
“I was worried you’d be late, Chloe.”
“I was late on purpose—yet you still waited.”
“We must eat together. We’re family.”
Chloe didn’t bother replying to such an absurd statement. Instead, she turned her head to show she had no desire to speak.
And so, she found herself staring directly at Helena, seated right across from her.
“Of course. We’re family.”
Helena’s lovingly crinkled eyes were fixed on Chloe.
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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Countless relationships? What vfamily, courtiers, servants? Soldiers on a battlefield? Aside from family, none of those would get this affection with which he is so concerned. Why can’t he be thoughtful? Is it too much to ask for a possessive ml to genuinely get that they should grant a traumatized woman some grace?
I am not charmed by people in high positions shirking their responsibilities. Too much of that bs in life leads to much misery.
Wow. That’s… disappointing. Please, give us an ml who values his people and doesn’t treat them with such callous disdain.