My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
Lily ran and ran, her mind blank. Her legs trembled and her breath caught in her throat, but she couldn’t stop.
She wanted to get as far away as possible from Viscount Benjamin’s mansion. She kept running to escape that bastard Frederick, yet ironically, her mind was completely filled with him.
More precisely, it was overflowing with his cruel words. She’d thought that if her body grew tired enough, she might forget—but it wasn’t so. Instead, the memory grew clearer and tormented her even more.
“So it was Frederick who sent the carriage back from the bookstore.”
That fact alone was shocking, but even more terrifying was the realization that his threat—to send her mother to the Wissen Kingdom if she disobeyed him—wasn’t just an empty bluff.
Her loose, light-brown hair fluttered wildly in the wind. Each breath stung as if someone were clawing at her throat.
“Aaah!”
Running aimlessly without any destination in mind, Lily finally collapsed as her legs gave out.
Her palms, elbows, and knees burned where they’d scraped against the rough ground. Wincing, Lily brushed off the dirt from her hands and elbows and inspected her wounds. Fortunately, they weren’t deep. She wanted to check her knees too, but she couldn’t lift her skirt on the street, so she simply got up.
Her knees ached, and her legs trembled so badly she could barely walk, so Lily leaned against a wall to steady herself.
Though her body was exhausted, she felt a bit of relief now that she’d escaped that hellish place. Had she stayed any longer, the mental stress would’ve overwhelmed her and she’d have collapsed.
Lily murmured as she gazed up at the dark night sky.
“…I wish I could just leave and never come back.”
But that was impossible. It wasn’t just that imperial law wouldn’t allow it—the main reason Lily couldn’t leave Frederick’s side was her mother.
She was the only one capable of caring for her mother, whose body and mind were both broken. Abandoning her one and only precious family member was something utterly unthinkable.
“Still, I won’t go back today.”
It was the last shred of her pride. Afraid that if even this were trampled, she’d sink into an abyss of despair from which she could never escape, Lily made this vow to herself.
But at the same time, she faced a major problem.
“Where… should I go?”
She had nowhere to go. Everyone she’d once been close to had turned their backs after her father died. Though she’d made some acquaintances after marrying Frederick, none were close enough for her to suddenly show up at their door in the middle of the night and ask to stay.
The fact that she had no place to stay outside the world Frederick had built for her only deepened her gloom, but Lily tried to soothe herself.
“I’ll just stay at an inn.”
She didn’t have much money left after hiring the public carriage, but it was enough to rent a shabby room.
“Alright, that’s what I’ll do.”
With a destination in mind, Lily marched forward as if she’d never been downcast.
[This is the timeline separator]Duchess Maximilian hosted a small welcome party for her proud second son, who had returned as a hero.
Despite being called “small,” the party was grand and lavish. Not only nobles close to House Maximilian attended, but also those eager to curry favor with them.
“To have dealt with the infamous Salaman tribe! We knew Lord Marquis was skilled with the sword, but never imagined it was to this extent. Truly impressive.”
“Indeed. It fills us with such pride to have someone like Lord Marquis in the empire.”
The nobles heaped endless praise upon Harold. Duke and Duchess Maximilian smiled contentedly, but Harold himself—the guest of honor—felt not the slightest joy. On the contrary, he found it all tedious and bothersome. His constricting tie and buttons felt suffocating.
“When will this finally end?”
Hearing Harold’s grumble, Hamilton Maximilian chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“What can you do? Boasting about your children is a parent’s greatest joy in life. You’ve done as you pleased for the past four years, so just indulge them for now. That’s a child’s duty, isn’t it?”
“I know.”
He knew perfectly well—that was why he’d obediently attended the party. If he hadn’t known, or pretended not to, he would’ve fled long ago.
Still, this tiresome welcome party had better end before his patience ran out completely.
Bored with everything and scowling in annoyance as he sipped champagne, Harold’s eyes lit up when he spotted Dillon loitering near the entrance.
Having learned that Lily was being followed, Harold had ordered Dillon to find out who’d ordered the surveillance. He’d wanted to handle it himself, but being stuck at the welcome party left him no choice but to delegate.
Now, Dillon showing up here likely meant he’d discovered something, so Harold immediately went over. Dillon also noticed Harold and bowed respectfully.
“Why are you coming out already? Don’t tell me you’re planning to run away?”
The absurdity of the question made Harold snort with laughter as he crossed his arms.
“I haven’t run yet. And if you didn’t want me to come out, you should’ve just gone in yourself. Why are you pacing around like a dog desperate to pee?”
“When did I ever pace like that…? Well, maybe it did feel sort of like that…”
Scratching his head, Dillon continued.
“And how could a commoner like me possibly go in there?”
“Why not?”
“Huh?”
“Since when was there a law saying commoners can’t enter a party? I’ve never heard of that.”
Seeing Harold genuinely puzzled, Dillon quietly smiled.
Right—this was exactly the kind of person their captain was.
This was also the main reason why Dillon and the other border guards followed Harold so faithfully.
“But more importantly, I’ve found out what you asked me to look into.”
“Hold on.”
Too many ears were listening here, so Harold led Dillon out onto the terrace.
“Now tell me. Who ordered someone to tail Viscountess Benjamin?”
From the moment Harold realized someone was following Lily, he’d assumed the culprit was the Second Prince.
Of course, he didn’t think the prince himself had arranged the surveillance—surely he’d asked a trusted noble to do it. The real question was, which noble had taken on that role?
“The one who ordered the surveillance on Viscountess Benjamin was none other than her husband, Viscount Frederick Benjamin.”
Harold, who’d been mentally running through a list of nobles aligned with the Second Prince, raised his eyebrows in surprise at the unexpected name.
“Who did you say was the culprit?”
“Viscount Frederick Benjamin, the Viscountess’s husband.”
He’d naturally assumed the perpetrator would be among the Second Prince’s faction—never that it was her own husband. Disappointed, Harold sighed softly and gazed down at the garden, cloaked in deepening darkness.
Noticing Harold’s mood, Dillon asked carefully,
“Shall I find out why Frederick Benjamin ordered his wife to be followed?”
“Forget it.”
Harold wasn’t interested in the domestic affairs of House Benjamin—he only wanted to know why the Second Prince was digging into this matter. He didn’t need to know, nor did he care, what problems existed between the Viscount and his wife.
Already in a foul mood from attending a party he hadn’t wanted to go to, Harold’s irritation spiked now that even his assumptions had proven wrong.
“Anyway, let’s head back inside, Captain. The guest of honor shouldn’t stay away too long.”
Unaware he was fanning the flames, Dillon urged him to return. At that, Harold tilted the corner of his lips and gripped the terrace railing.
“Dillon.”
“Yes?”
“Explain things nicely to my parents.”
“What—?!”
Before Dillon could finish his protest, Harold vaulted over the railing. Startled, Dillon immediately looked down.
Having landed safely on the ground using the shrubbery as cushioning, Harold waved lazily up at the half-dazed Dillon before vanishing calmly into the darkness.
[This is the timeline separator]Lily headed for a shabby commercial street far from Royal Street, where noble estates clustered. Even at this late hour, the street bustled with people, most of them commoners.
Among several inns, Lily entered the smallest and shabbiest one. Worried she might not have enough money, she was relieved to find she could still afford a room.
Though the room contained nothing but a bed—which creaked ominously—and yellowed sheets that reeked of mildew, to Lily it felt cozier and more comfortable than her bedroom back at the Benjamin mansion.
“I’m hungry.”
Now that her mind had calmed, the hunger she’d forgotten came rushing back. She hadn’t eaten dinner, lunch, or even breakfast—it was no wonder her stomach growled.
After paying for the room, she had only one shilling left. With that, the only meal she could order was vegetable stew—a pitiful concoction of just onions and potatoes—but when you’re starving, even that tastes decent.
As Lily filled her empty stomach, someone set down a mug of beer in front of her, and she looked up.
“I don’t know what’s got you so down, but have this and cheer up.”
The innkeeper met her eyes and smiled warmly. His grin radiated genuine kindness.
Lily was twenty-two this year. Though she’d undergone her coming-of-age ceremony two years ago, she’d only tasted alcohol once in her life.
Back then, she’d tried wine as part of the ceremony, but the harsh astringency filling her mouth disgusted her so much she spat it out immediately.
Seeing that, her parents had laughed heartily and patted her head, saying, “Our daughter’s still young.”
The bittersweet memory suddenly surfaced, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. Knowing she’d never see them like that again made her heart ache even more.
Trying hard to bury the painful recollection, Lily stared at the foamy beer mug. She’d heard before that drinking helps lift your spirits when you’re feeling down. She wasn’t sure if it was true, but as the saying goes—where there’s smoke, there’s fire—so it must hold some truth.
Curiosity stirred within her. The stronger her desire to forget the conversation she’d had with Frederick, the more tempting the idea became.
Should I try it?
Staring intently at the beer mug, Lily slowly reached out her hand.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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