My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Exactly one hour later, Lily stood before the drawing room. She would have preferred to arrive even later, but doing so would have made her intentions too obvious—she couldn’t risk that. This timing was just right to prevent the other party from finding fault with her tardiness, no matter how displeased they might be.
Knock knock—
The door opened almost instantly after she knocked. It was Samantha.
“Come in, dear.”
Her tone was gentle, but her eyes, fixed on Lily, were tangled with irritation and anger—a look that seemed ready to grab Lily by the hair if Countess Valiman hadn’t been present.
That very look proved just how much the countess had been tormenting her, so Lily didn’t feel offended at all. On the contrary, she felt vindicated and genuinely smiled as she apologized.
“I’m sorry for being late, Mother.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually enjoyed spending time with the countess myself. Ho ho ho.”
Her forced smile trembled slightly at the corners, and her laughter sounded utterly insincere.
“Now, come in quickly.”
Almost pushed through the doorway, Lily stepped into the drawing room and froze upon seeing the red-haired woman seated on the sofa.
That woman was none other than Countess Valiman. Lily had only seen her once before—at the wedding reception—but remembered her face vividly. How could she forget? This was the woman who, alongside Frederick, had crushed her dreams and dignity right from her wedding night.
“…It’s been a while, Countess.”
Though Lily made no effort to hide her distaste, the countess responded with a fresh, unaffected smile as if she hadn’t noticed a thing.
“Indeed. I think this is the first time we’ve met since the wedding reception… Why haven’t you attended any social gatherings lately?”
Lily’s near-total absence from social events was partly due to the shock of being betrayed by people she trusted, but even more so because of Frederick’s “bedroom diplomacy.”
That behavior had earned her nicknames like “worse than a mistress” and “parasite.” She had no desire to see or hear people sneering and whispering about her, so she only attended gatherings she absolutely couldn’t skip.
Yet hearing such a question from Countess Valiman—one of the very culprits—left Lily utterly speechless.
“Oh, it’s just that our daughter-in-law is quite shy and doesn’t particularly enjoy attending social events.”
When Lily remained silent, Samantha stepped in for her.
“I’ll bring her next time, so please send the invitations directly to me.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
While defending Lily, Samantha had subtly expressed her own wish to join the aristocratic social circle—but the countess wasn’t having any of it.
“If the person herself doesn’t want to attend, I can’t possibly force an invitation. When she’s ready, Viscountess Benjamin can contact me directly, and then I’ll send her an invitation. All the gatherings I attend are formal affairs, open only to those who meet the proper qualifications.”
Even though Frederick had married Lily and become Viscount Benjamin, Samantha’s status remained that of a commoner. Since Frederick had entered House Benjamin as a son-in-law, his family hadn’t automatically become nobility.
Already deeply insecure about her social standing, Samantha’s face twisted with humiliation as Countess Valiman deliberately probed this sore point. Her tightly closed lips trembled with barely contained fury.
“I… I see. I understand. Then please go ahead and talk with her. I’ll take my leave now.”
Unable to vent her anger at the countess, Samantha fled the drawing room as if escaping. Lily clenched her fists tightly, suppressing her own urge to follow her out.
Unlike Lily, who stood awkwardly as if everything about the situation made her uncomfortable, Countess Valiman exuded calm composure.
Picking up her coffee cup, the countess spoke.
“Don’t just stand there—please sit down.”
Anyone watching might mistake this for Earl Valiman’s mansion, not Viscount Benjamin’s. Lily swallowed a bitter laugh inwardly and replied.
“I’m fine standing.”
She had absolutely no desire—down to the last speck of dust—to sit face-to-face with her husband’s affair partner and exchange pleasantries.
“I heard you came specifically to see me. I’d appreciate it if you’d just tell me your business straight away.”
“My goodness, you want me to leave after saying my piece without even finishing my coffee? Isn’t that a bit cold?”
“You’ve been sipping for over two hours and still haven’t finished. I’d be happy to pack it for you so you can enjoy it leisurely back at Earl Valiman’s mansion.”
“You made me wait for two whole hours—can’t you spare even a moment for me?”
“…”
What on earth could she possibly want that made her persist despite Lily’s clear resistance?
At this point, curiosity was starting to get the better of her, and sensing the countess wouldn’t back down, Lily reluctantly sat down opposite her.
“Now, please tell me what this is about.”
“Isn’t it rather curious?”
“What is?”
“You and me.”
The countess set down her coffee cup, propped her chin in her hand, and gazed intently at Lily.
“Though our situations are the same, we’re an unlikely pair—yet here we are, sitting face to face and having a conversation. Doesn’t that strike you as fascinating?”
Who had forced a reluctant person to sit down in the first place, only to say something like that? It was infuriating.
And “same situation”? That loaded phrase made Lily’s brow furrow.
“Please don’t misunderstand—I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
Seeing Lily’s expression, the countess waved her hand dismissively and continued.
“I only meant that we’re both in the same position—used and discarded by Viscount Benjamin.”
Just as Lily had suspected—so that was indeed what she meant. Though expected, hearing it spoken aloud was deeply unpleasant, especially because it was an undeniable truth. Clenching her fists tightly, Lily spoke with deliberate clarity.
“That’s quite an unpleasant thing to say, Countess.”
“Oh my, really? I only meant we share a similar plight and feel a sense of kinship… If I’ve upset you, I apologize.”
Anyone could see it was a deliberate jab, yet her insincere apology and plea for forgiveness were laughable. No longer wishing to exchange another word with Countess Valiman, Lily stood up.
“If that’s all, I’ll take my leave now.”
“Wait.”
Just as Lily turned to leave, the countess placed a book on the sofa table. The title looked familiar—it was the novel Lily had translated six months ago.
“This is your translation, isn’t it?”
“…If you already know, why ask?”
“Oh, is that so? I was just confirming—don’t worry about it.”
If she’d simply avoided saying anything bothersome from the start, there’d be nothing to worry about.
Suppressing her irritation, Lily glanced down at the book. The original had been written in Garta, the language of the Hertha Kingdom, and she still remembered vividly how much she’d enjoyed translating it—the kingdom’s love of culture and art shone clearly through its beautifully written content.
Yet now, merely because Countess Valiman had brought that book, those pleasant memories had already begun to fade. Lily sighed inwardly and asked the countess,
“Was it wrong of me to translate that book?”
“Oh, of course not! In fact, your translation was so excellent that I’d like to ask for your help.”
“…My help?”
What was this about now? Seeing Lily’s skeptical expression, the countess smiled and nodded.
“You know our family runs an iron mining business, right?”
“Yes.”
How could she not? That very business was the reason Frederick had spent his wedding night with that woman instead of her.
“We’re now expanding operations into the Hertha Kingdom, but it’s been incredibly difficult to find someone fluent in Garta. So, I was wondering—would you be willing to help us?”
“I decline.”
Helping her husband’s mistress? Absolutely unthinkable. When Lily firmly refused, the countess gave her a meaningful smile.
“Even if I offer you one gold per document?”
“…!”
Lily currently earned ten shillings per page translating novels. Ten times that amount was an astonishing sum—and suspicious. No one would pay that much for mere translation work. Was she being set up for something shady…?
“Don’t worry—I’m not asking you to do anything improper.”
As if reading Lily’s mind, the countess continued.
“All you’d need to do is translate documents sent from the Hertha Kingdom into the Imperial language, and translate our documents into Garta. At first, there’ll be a lot to coordinate, so the volume might seem high—but even then, it won’t exceed the length of this novel, so don’t worry.”
It would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t tempted. Earning significantly more for the same type of work was naturally alluring—especially now, when she was deeply uneasy about depending entirely on Frederick, even for her mother’s hospital expenses. The countess’s offer made her ears perk up involuntarily.
“If you don’t want to spend your whole life as a parasite on Viscount Benjamin, accepting my proposal and building professional experience would benefit you. A record of working for House Valiman would open many doors elsewhere, too.”
“…”
Every word made perfect sense… yet she still didn’t want to do it.
Working alongside the woman who’d shared Frederick’s bed was something her last shred of pride simply couldn’t allow—and the countess’s sudden offer felt deeply unsettling.
“For your mother’s sake, you’d be better off letting go of that pointless pride.”
Frederick’s words echoed in her mind, and Lily swallowed a bitter smile.
Maybe his words were right—perhaps this pride truly was pointless. Even if she refused the countess’s offer, she still had ways to survive; that was precisely why she could afford such stubborn pride. She had no counterargument against that logic.
But she couldn’t let go of her pride—because if she lost even this…
“I decline.”
She knew full well that if she surrendered this last piece of herself, she’d sink into utter despair, flailing helplessly until she was driven to some irreversible, extreme act. And so, she refused to the very end.
“Well, this is troublesome.”
At that, the countess muttered “troublesome” with a face that showed no trouble at all, then shrugged and stood up.
“It wouldn’t look good if I lingered too long, so I’ll take my leave for today. After all, Viscountess Benjamin has no choice but to accept my request eventually.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
Most Commented This Week
The Villain Has Gone Mad For Me (Completed Main Story)
I’m The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete)
[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story)
I Became the Assassin Family’s Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story)
[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story)
The Duke Only Needs My Child (Completed Main Story)
Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete)
At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete)
She’s a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story)
My Discarded Fiancé Returned (Completed Main Story)
People Aren’t Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete)
I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete)
Summer Must Die (16 Chapters Left to Complete)
Regret With All Your Might (Completed Main Story)