Please Kill My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Benjamin, who had fortunately avoided the calamity of being doused with tea by following Aden inside, let out a low groan.
‘What on earth is going on here?’
He had wondered what that bastard was up to when Aden suddenly suggested they rest for a bit and headed toward the café on some whim.
Especially since it was the very café where Marquis Erdi’s wife had been sitting.
Benjamin had thought it impossible to bend such stubbornness that would make even an ox weep, yet he followed Aden just to keep an eye on him.
In the end, Aden—who still carried a shred of Benjamin’s worry and anxiety—ended up in a miserable state right from the entrance before he could even do anything.
A baptism of tea the moment the door opened. Benjamin, who had been surveying the disaster with startled eyes, spotted Ludmila stepping aside.
He should have stopped him the moment Aden said he was going in. The regret came, but it was already too late.
Though it was noon, quite a few patrons filled the café.
Most of them were leisurely noble ladies passing the time in lively chatter. How far would today’s rumor spread?
Just imagining it made Benjamin pale, and at that moment, Aden’s voice—standing at the center of all this commotion—slowly emerged.
“How long do you plan to keep that up?”
Golden eyes reminiscent of a predator eyeing prey at dawn glared at the noble lady who had poured tea on him.
At the sight of Celia standing there with her mouth agape, as if her soul had left her from what she had done, Aden’s brows furrowed beautifully.
“Shouldn’t the first thing you do after suddenly pouring tea on someone be to apologize?”
“Y-Yes……? Ah, I-I’m sor……”
“What a remarkably quick apology. I’m so touched I could cry.”
A slow sneer burst between lips that dripped with biting sarcasm. The whispers of those watching the commotion inside the café grew louder.
Celia, her face flushed with shame, could only bite her lip.
Celia, who had lived her entire life as a daughter of nobility and a noble lady, had never once heard such humiliating words.
No matter how much it was mere affectation, gentlemen had always been kind, and their speech gentle.
Yet the man before her was trampling all her past experiences underfoot. She felt stripped bare by the insult.
Finally, when a single tear welled up in Celia’s eyes—
“Do the noble ladies of the capital cry over something this trivial? How absurd.”
Aden, who had been watching her coldly, wiped his wet face and twisted the corner of his mouth sharply.
“Someone I know never lost her dignity even amid far greater humiliation. If you call yourself a noble lady, wouldn’t it be better to maintain your own grace before sniveling over what you’ve done? That is, if you possess even a fraction of the dignity that expensive necklace around your neck suggests.”
“H-Hey, Ade…… Ahem. Your Grace Havertz.”
Benjamin, who had been watching the situation from behind, carefully intervened, sensing that leaving it any longer would cause real trouble.
The woman before them, Celia, was the wife of Count von Wyrn and the younger sister of Marquis Erdi, the Minister of Commerce.
Everyone even slightly interested in high society knew how dearly the marquis cherished his sister.
“……She’s the minister’s sister, so don’t provoke her needlessly and let it go at that. You know we need the Minister of Commerce’s seal on next year’s budget, don’t you?”
Benjamin whispered softly to Aden and gave him a look that said to wrap things up.
Aden rolled his eyes, glanced at the gesture, and scowled in displeasure. We’re screwed. Upon seeing Aden’s expression, Benjamin inwardly muttered a quiet curse.
That barbaric bastard never let go of someone once he sank his teeth in. Like a beast, he would not open his jaws until he had torn the throat and ripped the flesh.
At times like this, no amount of persuasion or interference from Benjamin could stop him.
‘Next year’s budget review is done for.’
A deep sigh escaped his lips and mingled with the cold air.
“Please stop there.”
It was then. A gentle voice cutting through the murderous atmosphere caught Aden’s attention.
Ludmila, who had been watching from the side, slipped her hand into her pocket, pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with her name, and reached out herself.
She began with his soaked hair, then wiped his forehead, eyebrows, the sharp bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and the strong line of his jaw.
Her touch was less like wiping a person’s face and more like caressing a prized piece of porcelain.
When her hand reached past his neck to his damp chest, the hurried movement abruptly stopped.
Touching a stranger’s chest in broad daylight in a public place would only breed unsavory rumors for no reason.
Knowing this perfectly well, Ludmila lifted her eyes and met Aden’s gaze.
Up close, the crimson eyes she faced were dark and viscous as blood.
The pale skin paired with those red eyes created the illusion of blood scattered across a snowy mountain.
No matter how he looked, those eyes seemed far removed from the gentleness the world attributed to her.
“Please take it.”
As if putting an end to Aden’s reverie, Ludmila placed the handkerchief on his hand and stepped back.
Only when the distance between them widened did Aden notice the fading scent of tuberose that had brushed his nose.
“Today’s incident is my fault. Because I dodged, an innocent person ended up taking the anger meant for me.”
“……”
“I will compensate you for ruining your clothes. If you tell me where you are staying, I will have someone sent to make clothes identical to the ones you are wearing now.”
Benjamin’s mouth fell open at Ludmila’s neat resolution of the situation.
So even that beastly temper of Aden’s could be reined in by Marquis Erdi’s wife’s dignity. Benjamin could not help but marvel at the unfamiliar sight.
“Then I shall take my leave first.”
After politely bowing in greeting, Ludmila gave Benjamin a brief curtsy as well before leaving the café.
The retreating figure of Ludmila holding a blue frilled parasol maintained unshakable grace until the very end.
Quite unlike a noble lady who only knew how to let tears well up.
The medical report arrived without much delay.
Fortunately, the money-grubbing yet skilled doctor had made a wise choice, sparing Ludmila the trouble of seeking another hospital.
After reading and rereading the report with the word “infertility” starkly printed on it, Ludmila attended the tea party to which she had received an invitation that very afternoon.
As was customary for such tea parties, it was a private affair where one simply exchanged a few words and left.
On any other day, Ludmila would not have thought it particularly important, but today was different.
“Oh my, you’ve come, Madam Marquis!”
Ludmila approached the noble lady who greeted her exuberantly and returned the greeting with an appropriate smile.
“Thank you for the invitation, Viscountess Whistlen.”
“Not at all. I’m the one grateful that you accepted. Ah, please sit here.”
The garden where the tea party was in full swing was quite splendid.
A tea table and chairs made of walnut wood, as if trying to prove their owner’s status with money.
Vibrant spring flowers blooming as though they had forgotten the season filled Ludmila’s eyes first.
The noble ladies already seated rose and greeted Ludmila warmly upon spotting her.
Such gatherings were always the same. Greetings and introductions, a few chats and updates, and time would pass.
The day’s main topics were whatever rumors or interests were circulating in society.
Once the noble ladies had settled back, a refined lady from the opposite side approached and offered a belated greeting.
“Ludmila.”
Recognizing the considerably older noble lady compared to the other guests, Ludmila smiled more warmly than usual.
Venia Dawson. There was no one among the capital’s noble ladies who had not heard her name.
She was a woman with connections wider than a lake who had successfully arranged countless marriages. At the same time, she was also the most sensitive to rumors.
“Lady Venia.”
“I heard what happened yesterday.”
It was her habit to jump straight to the main topic without any private greetings or small talk.
“That you visited a hospital.”
In this era, which hospital someone visited was hardly important. Unless, of course, it was an obstetrics and gynecology clinic.
“Was that rumor true?”
She didn’t specify which rumor, yet no one present failed to recall what it was.
Neither Ludmila nor the noble ladies around them with ears perked up. Ludmila merely gave Venia a faintly pitiful smile, as though they had rehearsed a play.
A smile that was as good as confirmation was more than enough to convince Venia.
“Oh no…… So that rumor……”
Venia let out a deep sigh, reached out, and tightly grasped both of Ludmila’s hands.
Such skinship was rare in high society, yet no noble lady disliked the gesture from Venia, who was old enough to be their mother.
Ludmila was no exception. She did not refuse those eyes and that voice filled with concern.
“Don’t worry, Ludmila. There will surely be a way to resolve it.”
“Thank you for your kind words and encouragement.”
However, with that tone and those eyes, the moment this tea party ended, the news that her infertility rumor was true would spread across the entire empire.
Thanks to the woman who busily circulated rumors at countless social venues every single day, it was entirely possible.
Having finished her business, Ludmila lingered an appropriate amount of time before excusing herself at the right moment.
The remaining noble ladies would only be able to tear into the rumor and prey she had thrown them once she left.
Willingly offering herself up to them, Ludmila bid the viscountess farewell and departed.
The next morning.
The news of Ludmila Perez, wife of Marquis Erdi, being infertile made the front page of the morning paper.
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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