“Whether you want to avenge Maletta at all costs, or you want to forgive her because she’s the only remaining blood relative and elder sister, I’ll do as you wish.”
Maletta had previously sold Ariadne to Lucrezia. She owed Ariadne a debt.
But before that, Maletta had left Sancha to die of starvation at the Lambuye orphanage. No matter how you calculated it, Ariadne’s resentment for Maletta was less than what Sancha held.
Therefore, Ariadne planned to leave the decision of whether to take revenge on Sancha.
“Uh…!”
Flames burst from Sancha’s green eyes.
“Maletta must pay for what she’s done!”
“Really?”
“Because of her… my mother… my mother passed away. And when Maletta goes back to the past, she will repeat the same actions. I will never forgive her.”
Determination flowed from Sancha’s face.
Ariadne nodded. Since Sancha had made that decision, she would make it happen.
Ariadne rang the bell rope to call a maid. When the maid called the steward Nicolo, Ariadne gave a series of orders as he entered.
“Let’s put the room for my brother Epolito next to the room where Lady Lucrezia originally stayed. And we’ll need a maid dedicated to my brother, right?”
“Yes, we do.”
“I understand that Maletta, who used to be a close maid of my sister Isabella, is not busy these days. I will appoint Maletta as the dedicated maid for my brother Epolito.”
Both the steward Nicolo and Sancha looked at Ariadne in surprise.
“What, is there any objection?”
“No! Of course not.”
The steward Nicolo bowed his head respectfully. It was a different attitude than before. The weight of the golden seal that symbolized the mistress was great.
“I will proceed as instructed. Have a good afternoon.”
After the steward Nicolo left, Sancha asked Ariadne with wideeyed surprise.
“Miss! Isn’t that a reward rather than a revenge?”
Sancha was so shocked that she was tonguetied.
“She, she’s been working hard among the thirdfloor maids right now! It’s essentially a promotion! And the position of serving Epolito, the young master is…”
It was exactly the position Maletta would want.
In her previous life, Maletta had seduced a married court official and managed to get into a position of power.
Ariadne gave a chilling smile.
“It’s a place Malate would enjoy.”
“Why?!”
“Isn’t Malate a villain?”
“Of course!”
“Hypolito is an immense villain, so formidable that even Malate couldn’t offer a business card. Smaller villains tend to get devoured by the bigger ones.”
Ariadne explained patiently for Sancha.
“For Malate, Hypolito is a poisoned chalice. Touching it will inevitably lead to death.”
Sancha tilted her head, unable to understand what it meant, and Ariadne tilted her head, unsure of how the future would unfold.
“Of course, if one is strongwilled, they could resist the temptation of Hypolito… but can our beloved Malate really do so?”
[This is the time separator]Hypolito’s return to the de Mare mansion was on the last day of 1122, when the house was bustling with preparations for the New Year.
On the first day of the New Year, everyone in the family would get up early, offer a New Year’s prayer in the Grand Cathedral, and then have a grand lunch at home, so the servants were preparing for the festival even close to midnight.
“Hey, over there!”
In the Etruscan Kingdom’s New Year’s festival, there was a superstition. It was believed that the fortune of the household for the year depended on who first stepped inside the house in the New Year. It was a sort of firstfooting jinx.
If a vigorous young man enters, the fortune for the year is good; if it’s an old person, a woman, or even a child, the fortune is bad.
If the person who enters has dark black hair or bright blond hair, the fortune is good; if it’s red or dull brown, the fortune is bad.
The servant who first spotted Hypolito, therefore, couldn’t immediately decide whether the de Mare family’s fortune for this year would be good or bad, and stood dumbfounded for a moment.
Hypolito was certainly a young man, but instead of being vigorous, he had a sinister air like a starved wolf, and his dull ash hair and pale skin made him look lifeless.
Is this a young man, so should the household fortune be considered good for this year, or should it be considered bad because he looks like a dried up, gray biscuit?
“You slow, rubbishlike fellow!”
When the servant didn’t respond quickly, Hypolito lost his temper and threw his bag against the entrance, causing the various decorations hanging on the front door to crumple and fall.
Ah. This is bad luck. It’s certain to be very bad luck. The servant dashed into the house to announce the master’s arrival.
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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