My Husband's Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
A suffocating silence passed. Chloe still couldn’t tell whether it meant agreement or refusal.
“Nonsense.”
When he finally spoke, it was with a deeply disappointing reply.
“…Nonsense?”
“Divorce? Absolutely impossible. Pretend I never heard that, Chloe.”
His repeated refusals plunged her into despair. The precious emotions she’d carried since the previous day began slowly crumbling away.
“Why on earth…?”
The king knew her situation. He’d even spoken ill of Kalis and comforted her when she was left alone.
Yet despite promising full support, he was ignoring exactly what Chloe wanted.
“Why…?”
Her father’s rejection, given without the slightest hesitation, left her utterly disappointed.
Crash.
The shock froze her body. Her strength finally giving out, she couldn’t help but drop the cup she was holding.
The shattered teacup became worthless shards of glass. The exotic tea she’d brought from afar soaked the grass, and her birthstone tumbled off, rolling across the ground.
“…He…”
The king must have misunderstood something.
He was her father, who cared for her so deeply—he couldn’t possibly cast her aside so coldly.
“He said he loves another woman….”
Chloe repeated the words she’d just uttered moments ago, as if sighing in despair.
“Yes.”
Followed by Ballont’s dry reply.
Only then did Chloe understand the situation.
No matter how many times—dozens, hundreds—she repeated the same words, Ballont’s response would never change.
The king, who had raged on her behalf as if her tragedy were his own, would not grant a divorce—but abandonment.
“He kept talking about guilt toward me and the royal family, yet in the end, he brought his first love with him!”
“Yes.”
“And because I argued with that woman… he struck my cheek and humiliated me before everyone.”
The more she spoke, the more she raged at Ballont, the more pathetic she felt herself becoming.
“Then I’ll drive away his mistress. But divorce is out of the question.”
“You’ll drive away his mistress? Father, just how much more ridiculous do you want to make me after that incident?”
“Make you ridiculous? Then how ridiculous must our royal house look because of you, who wants a divorce just because that boy doesn’t love you!”
Ballont’s words turned Chloe’s face pale. Only after chewing over his words a few times did she realize the stone her own father had thrown had pierced her like a dagger.
“…Do you truly believe I’ve made the royal house look ridiculous?”
Chloe’s jaw trembled. She tried desperately not to cry, but her vision had already blurred.
‘Everything he said about being sorry to me was all lies.’
After ‘that incident,’ the king had sent Chloe a lengthy letter of apology.
The letter claimed it had been for the sake of the royal family—that he’d had no choice.
So she’d understood. She’d even tried to survive that pit of malice.
‘How could he…?’
The excessive kindness Ballont showed her the next day wasn’t simply because he missed his daughter.
He’d planned all along to coax her back into that hellish place.
‘No.’
This couldn’t be happening. Even her last lifeline couldn’t abandon her too.
Chloe rose unsteadily from her seat and walked into the palace, leaving Ballont’s shouting behind.
She spotted Violet drinking tea separately with her brothers. Seeing Chloe’s ashen face, Violet quickly rushed over.
“My child! What’s wrong? What happened that you’re crying so much?”
Violet, unsure what to do as she held the tearful Chloe, was as warm as yesterday. Her sisters, following Violet toward her, were just as they’d been the day before.
“He… he brought another woman with him.”
Chloe, finally able to cry freely, slowly continued speaking. Each time, Violet’s hand patting her back gave her immense comfort.
Yes. These people would be different.
They had to be.
“I told Father I wanted a divorce, that I wanted a divorce…”
But just as she tried to continue, the reassuring hand patting her back abruptly stopped.
When Chloe glanced up, Violet’s face was utterly expressionless. The gentle smile had vanished, replaced by a glare fixed on Chloe.
“A princess of the royal house talking about divorce? You must watch your words, Chloe.”
A flat, emotionless tone.
“You know how divorced women are viewed, yet you blurt it out so carelessly. You could even be accused of witchcraft… How can you be so naive? As a royal princess, you must endure at least this much!”
Then her sisters timidly followed behind.
Though they’d initially shown concern, they now chimed in angrily, one by one.
“It’s not even illegal anymore. More and more people are taking mistresses these days—yours isn’t the only hardship. Bear with it. You, a former princess of the royal house, seeking divorce? Avoid bringing dishonor. Don’t shame our family now that you’re grown.”
“My own marriage prospects are nearly settled. If your divorce ruins Ballont’s value at such a crucial time… No! I want to marry someone good!”
Ah.
Another trial awaited Chloe at the place she’d fled to. For a fugitive defying fate, only despair remained.
Chloe wanted to go home. But now, she had nowhere left to return to.
“A carriage… Please call a carriage. Quickly.”
Chloe complained of a headache until the carriage arrived. Her mind was in chaos, swarmed by countless distracting thoughts.
Stepping down at her destination and breathing in the cold air made her feel much better.
Taking slow, deep breaths to calm herself, she told the coachman,
“Thank you. You may go now.”
“His Majesty the King ordered me to bring you back to the palace, milady…”
Despite Chloe’s instruction to leave, the coachman showed no sign of departing. He kept hesitating, as if burdened by guilt.
He must have received some pointless order to watch over the duchess.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll find my own way back.”
She casually handed him a gold coin. To the coachman, this was no small sum.
“Yes, yes! Should you ever need me, please just say the word—I’ll come running immediately!”
He snatched the coin eagerly and hurried away at once. Thus, the carriage vanished faster than anyone else could.
“…Shall I go?”
She stretched her shoulders, which had borne the weight of accumulated fatigue and misfortune. Stretching other parts of her body made her feel lighter.
This village was a short distance from the palace; from here, a one-hour carriage ride would take her to the temple.
Chloe immediately headed to the nearest carriage stop.
There, she often saw coachmen calling out to nearby visitors; she chose the one with the healthiest-looking horse.
Perhaps because she’d chosen well, she arrived early.
‘I don’t know if they’ll listen to me… but it’s better than not trying at all.’
Since the king—one of the responsible parties—refused to approve the divorce, only the high priest remained.
They revered Kalis, who’d saved the palace, as if he were a second god, so it was unlikely they’d permit a divorce.
But if she mentioned Helena, whom Kalis had brought with him, she might have a chance.
She’d appeal with guilt, saying she wished to support his love and grant him happiness through divorce, however belatedly.
“Oh no.”
But there could be no chance without a meeting.
Was the god truly barring even her passage, tainted as her heart was? The temple stood firmly shut.
They didn’t receive visitors before the monthly ritual held to welcome the deity. Moreover, this time they said it would be closed for a whole month.
“…Nothing to be done, then.”
They said if she left her name and reason for visiting, they’d send letters in turn—so she’d have to hope for a consultation that way.
「Chloe Arhen: Requesting Audience with the High Priest」
What greeted Chloe as she descended from the temple was, above all, the intense sunlight.
Unconsciously squeezing her eyes shut, she gradually lifted her eyelids. Soon, she faced a sky clear of even a single cloud.
“It’d be a shame to leave like this…”
Unexpectedly, she had far too much time to spare.
At this rate, she’d have no choice but to return to the duke’s mansion. She wished to go elsewhere, but her only options were a friend’s estate or the palace.
Yet she no longer had any close friend intimate enough to visit their estate unannounced. Those who’d once shared daily life with her had grown distant ever since her marriage.
‘Still, I don’t want to go back.’
Giving up this rare freedom and returning to the duke’s mansion would be foolish.
“Might as well look around.”
Looking back, the village where she’d stopped earlier was truly lovely.
Descending the hill, she was fortunate to find the same coachman waiting. She paid him again and returned to where she’d originally been.
Upon arriving in the village, Chloe first visited a ready-made clothing shop.
She bought a brown dress she found somewhat appealing. The hem reached her calves, making it look comfortable for movement.
Next, she searched for a dessert to lift her gloomy spirits. Not knowing where to go, she headed straight for a crowded café.
After waiting for dozens of minutes, she finally managed to order cake. Catching her breath, Chloe took a seat on the terrace.
“…Ah!”
Just then, someone dashed toward Chloe’s table. The boy, charging in a combative stance, collided with Chloe.
Fortunately, a passerby behind her caught her—otherwise, she might have tumbled straight to the ground.
Despite nearly causing an accident, the boy vanished without even an apology.
“I told you to be careful.”
The man’s red eyes swept over the boy. His voice was as cold as his gaze.
The boy, already frightened, quickly lowered his head again.
“What was promised?”
“…H-here it is…”
A tiny hand offered a wallet. A large hand, in stark contrast, took it.
The man checked the name engraved inside the wallet and the photo tucked in its pocket.
Peering into the inner compartment, he found roughly a hundred gold coins.
This was a huge sum—equivalent to an ordinary family’s monthly expenses—but the man seemed utterly uninterested.
Indifferently counting the coins, the man handed the money to the boy. The boy’s face visibly brightened as he confirmed the amount.
“Well done. Take all the money, as promised.”
“Th-thank you!”
At the man’s nod urging him to leave, the boy dashed off immediately.
As the surroundings grew quieter, the man walked forward. Chloe was still seated there, eating her cake.
Seeing her seemingly happy expression, the corners of the man’s mouth lifted once more.
“Found you.”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Sly Kuhn , very sly. On the other hand Chloe, let’s become more assertive
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His unusually pale hand was so clear that not a single vein was visible. Coon st
It is easier to see vein if the skin is clear, though, especially if there isn’t much subcutaneous fat.
Though she’d experienced countless relationships and should have grown indiffere
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?
Was this truly the same lord who used to dump entire stacks of letters onto Dyla
I am not charmed by people in high positions shirking their responsibilities. Too much of that bs in life leads to much misery.
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If they were going to be so pathetic, they should have peacefully surrendered. I sense ML