My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Early morning, not long after the dawn’s first light had vanished.
“…….”
Harold frowned upon waking, feeling a cramp in his arm—then chuckled softly as he saw Lily sleeping with her head resting on it.
It was a scoff directed not at her, but at himself.
From rescuing Lily, who’d been drunk and penniless, to everything that happened last night—it had all unfolded in a direction completely opposite to what he’d planned.
Though the circumstances had been unavoidable, he couldn’t help but wonder if there really hadn’t been another way.
Swallowing his doubt, Harold checked the wounds on Lily’s palms, elbows, and knees. The one on her knee worried him most, but fortunately, it hadn’t gotten worse.
At this point, she probably didn’t need more ointment.
Stepping out of bed, Harold called the hotel staff member he’d seen yesterday and asked them to bring breakfast in an hour.
By then, Lily should be awake.
Thinking it best to bathe before she woke, Harold undressed and headed into the bathroom.
When Harold emerged, freshly washed, Lily was trembling like a herbivore thrown into a predator’s den.
“…….”
Anyone seeing this might think I’d forced myself on her.
Harold’s lips twisted wryly. He hadn’t done anything improper—in fact, he’d rescued her from an awkward situation, comforted her tears, and even lay beside her fully undressed like a prepared meal, yet hadn’t laid a finger on her. And now, to be treated like a villain? It stung a little.
“Why so quiet?”
No matter how many times he asked, she gave no reply. The way her eyes darted around cluelessly suggested she couldn’t remember a thing from last night.
In that case, it was better to leave yesterday’s events buried. Digging them up would benefit neither of them—he just needed to keep his mouth shut… yet…
“…I’d like to get dressed. Could you step out for a moment?”
Because Lily kept treating him like a scoundrel and shrinking away, Harold felt a mischievous urge to make her as flustered as he’d been. Tilting his head slightly, he asked,
“You want me to go out like this?”
“Th-that’s…!”
Just from catching a glimpse of her chest through the robe, Lily flinched in surprise and ducked her head. Harold let out a low chuckle—she’d done far bolder things last night, yet got flustered over something as trivial as this. It was endearing.
Should he tease her a bit more? A playful smirk tugged at Harold’s lips. Fortunately—or unfortunately—Lily, head bowed, didn’t notice.
“Then I’ll turn around. Please change first!”
Lily cried out urgently, but Harold ignored her smoothly and sat down at the head of the bed.
“Do we really need to be so formal with each other?”
“U-us…?”
Her green eyes, now lifted again, trembled with unease. Last night, that look hadn’t appealed to him—but strangely, today it did. Smiling, Harold leaned toward her.
“You don’t remember?”
“…….”
Her green eyes wavered anxiously. He’d only asked just in case, but her reaction confirmed it—she clearly didn’t recall the concubine talk.
Should he tell her, or not?
As Harold hesitated, Lily glared at him as if warning she wouldn’t stay still if he touched her—and that decided it.
“You asked me to become your concubine.”
He’d decided to tease her a little more.
[This is the timeline separator]What… did this man just say?
Concubine? I asked him to become his concubine?
Lily’s mouth fell open with uncharacteristic rudeness at the unbelievable claim. It felt as if someone had struck the back of her head with a heavy hammer.
“Th-that’s… a lie.”
Half-dazed, Lily finally snapped back to her senses—and her first instinct was denial.
“D-don’t lie! There’s no way I’d ever suggest something like that…!”
“Then… will you become my concubine?”
Fragments of memory suddenly surfaced, silencing Lily. She wanted to deny it—but the recollection was too vivid.
“Looks like something came back to you.”
At his pointed remark, Lily ducked her head like a turtle retracting into its shell. Her eyes rolled helplessly, blindly fumbling at the blanket.
“No answer again? Yesterday, you answered so readily even when I didn’t ask.”
“…….”
What did I say again? As Lily tried to recall, the memory of kissing Harold flashed in her mind, making her dizzy. She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration—she couldn’t remember what she truly wanted, only these embarrassing moments kept returning.
“Will you keep hiding like that?”
At Harold’s question, Lily hesitantly lifted her head—but as soon as their eyes met, she quickly looked down again.
“I-I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was all drunken nonsense. Please forget it.”
“So you do remember being drunk.”
Oops—I slipped up.
“…A little.”
Since she couldn’t pretend not to remember now, Lily stammered on.
“I remember entering the hotel… but nothing after that.”
She did recall bits and pieces of what happened afterward—but they were all too mortifying to admit, so she pretended ignorance.
“We actually got along quite well… What a shame.”
Harold wrapped a long strand of Lily’s hair around his finger and murmured quietly.
“How about we reenact last night’s events?”
As his large hand, which had been playing with her hair, tugged at the blanket as if to pull it off, Lily shot up in alarm.
“I-I’ll go put my clothes on!”
Snatching her clothes from the floor, she hurried into the bathroom. Wrapped tightly in the blanket, she had to shuffle along—quite a ridiculous sight—but fortunately (or unfortunately), Lily was completely unaware.
Inside the bathroom, Lily leaned against the closed door and splashed cold water on her face. Even now, the fragmented memories kept assembling steadily, tormenting her.
“Why did you do something like that, Lily?”
No matter how shaken she’d been by Frederick’s harsh words, she shouldn’t have spent the night with a strange man.
If she hadn’t drunk at all—or at least kept enough sense despite drinking—this disaster wouldn’t have happened.
“I’m really losing my mind.”
Lily deeply regretted it, but it was too late. What was done couldn’t be undone.
“I at least need to fix this somehow….”
The problem was, she had no idea how to fix it. If she remembered nothing, she could have feigned ignorance—but that wasn’t the case.
Harold had clearly realized she remembered at least part of last night, so pretending otherwise was impossible.
“Let me wash up first.”
Maybe a good idea would come to her while bathing.
Desperately hoping this would be true, Lily unwrapped the blanket.
[This is the timeline separator]As soon as Lily entered the bathroom, Harold got dressed and sat on the sofa, lighting a cigar. He vividly pictured her from earlier—how, at every word, her eyes would widen like a rabbit’s, flustered and unsure.
Yesterday, she’d seemed braver than anyone and shameless in her boldness; today, she was the complete opposite—shyer than anyone Harold knew. Which side was her true self? He was genuinely curious.
“I should really stop now.”
If he kept going, she’d probably cry. Harold resolved to drop the teasing and explain things properly once Lily came out dressed.
Besides, he hadn’t expected to get this entangled with her. Resting his chin in his hand, Harold tapped ash into the glass ashtray. Though unplanned, it wasn’t a bad turn of events—building rapport while concealing one’s identity was a valid method of investigation, after all.
Still, it nagged at him that he hadn’t pressed her for answers last night while she was drunk.
Well, even if he had asked, he doubted she’d know why the Second Prince was investigating House Benjamin.
Shhh—
She’d said she’d just change clothes, but the sound of water suggested she intended to bathe.
This might take a while. Harold stood up, stubbing out his half-smoked cigar—when a knock came at the door.
“Already here?”
Since the staff had clearly prepared the meal, he couldn’t just send them away. Harold opened the door.
“Long time no see, Harold.”
A man with neatly combed dark brown hair and dressed in formal attire smiled warmly and extended his hand. It was Liam Praxis—hei apparent of House Praxis, manager of this hotel, and Harold’s academy classmate.
He’d assumed it was hotel staff—but Liam?
Given the current situation, Harold wasn’t thrilled to see him. Folding his arms, he leaned against the doorframe—partly to block Liam from stepping inside.
“What brings you here?”
“Long time no see, and you won’t even greet me?”
“I asked what you wanted.”
Harold’s cold, dismissive tone made Liam awkwardly withdraw his hand and shrug.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? I heard from the manager you checked in, so I came to say hello—couldn’t attend your welcome party due to work.”
While talking, Liam casually glanced into the room, his eyes searching for something. Harold instantly realized he was looking for Lily—and his lips curled wryly.
“So this upscale hotel doesn’t protect its guests’ privacy?”
Liam flinched visibly and waved his hands.
“N-no, it’s not like that! The manager didn’t say a word. I just saw two names on the lodging list and wondered if you’d brought a woman… Ha, but that’s impossible—you’ve long since quit that lifestyle.”
As Liam stammered his explanation, his eyes landed on a white lace sock lying on the floor—and he froze.
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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