“Stop it!”
Ottavio, who got a direct hit in the face with a deer skin glove, chuckled, and Cesare, knowing that getting more angry here would make him look petty, soothed his irritated mind and collapsed onto the sofa.
“I only have a week left, where do I find a new partner?”
“Why you, when have you ever worried about that? Can’t you just ask anyone?”
“The partners who have good senses are probably already off the market.”
There was also a way to wrest away a woman who already had a partner—or that man’s partner—but he would suffer backlash. Of course, Cesare, the Earl, didn’t blink an eye at rumors, but he had no intention of being slandered for a patchwork partner, especially one he didn’t particularly want to go with.
“Who are you going with?”
“Well, as always, I’ll be with my fiancée, Camellia de Castilion.”
Ottavio sighed.
“I sometimes think, is this the end of my youth?”
He dramatically stretched both arms forward.
“Now that the possibility of blooming as a man forever is gone, will I have to live being tied up like being dragged around by a dog’s leash by just one woman, surrounded by the skirts of Lady Camellia?”
Cesare slapped the back of Ottavio’s head.
“You’re spouting nonsense because you’re full. For a beautiful wife like that and a fatherinlaw with so much money, you wouldn’t find another one in all of San Carlo.”
Camellia de Castilion had been the bona fide beauty of San Carlo until Isabella de Mare made her debut in society. Moreover, the Baron of Castilion was a nouveau riche who had a firm grip on the textile industry in the capital.
There could have been prettier women than Camellia if you looked all over the country, and you could find a fatherinlaw richer than the Baron of Castilion. However, no woman possessed both of these virtues. Even without considering the likelihood of her choosing Ottavio, it was so.
“Well, that’s true.”
Ottavio puckered his lips.
“But people, once seated, want to lie down, and it’s regrettable that the future fatherinlaw, despite having money, lacks power.”
“Well, the position of the Baron of Castilion is a bit unstable. He’s practically a nouveau riche.”
“It would have been perfect if Camellia had a Cardinal brother.”
“Ottavio, get a hold of yourself. If she had, Lady Camellia wouldn’t have been engaged to you.”
“Cesare!”
Cesare, who was served a comeback, chuckled and handed a glass of distilled liquor chilled with ice to Ottavio.
[This is the time separator]Hippolytus was in an ambiguous position in the San Carlo society.
He was the eldest son of Cardinal de Mare, who was among the influential cardinals, but the clergy’s position ended in his own lifetime and was not hereditary. And there was no separate title for Hippolytus to inherit either.
Looking at Ippolito as an individual, he was quite sizable, but not handsome. He hung out with the incrowd, but he himself was not outstanding. He was a young man who in no way, by any standard, would have ladies trailing after him.
Nor did he have a sociable relationship with the ladies and built friendships. There was no lady who offered to go to the ball with him first, and when he asked someone first, he was rejected outright.
“I appreciate your kindness, but I am attending the royal ball this time with Lord soandso of the certain Viscount’s family……. I hope to meet you in a good relationship later…….”
“……I’m surprised by the sudden offer……. I have a fiancé whom I am engaged to by agreement between our families this winter, and I will be attending this ball with my fiancé…….”
“Are you an idiot?”
Isabella stood by Ippolito’s desk and teased him.
“Did you just scatter letters asking for partners without any prior communication with them?”
She laughed as she looked through the rejection letters.
“You just asked because you need a partner, without any interest in the opposite sex. You should have checked if they had a fiancé. Who would accept such a partner application?”
Ippolito was in a very bad mood.
“Shut up before you get hit.”
“Wow, look at the date, you applied to the second lady for a partner before you got a reply from the first lady. What would you have done if both of them had accepted your partner application? Oh, wouldn’t they?”
“……I told you to shut up.”
“If you hit me now, father would be pleased. ‘Dad, Ippolito, who grubs for food at home, hit beautiful and kind Isabella! What if I can’t get married because I have a scar on my face?'”
“Hey!”
When Ippolito really growled, Isabella finally stopped provoking. She had only vented a little because his actions were so pathetic, she had not come here to really fight with Ippolito.
“Do you have no partner? How about going with my friend.”
Ippolito hadn’t forgotten her earlier provocation.
“Do you still have friends?”
“This……!”
Isabella almost swore, but managed to restrain herself. She threw the letter she had brought with her.
“You must be starving for a woman to go with.”
Isabella swallowed the words, ‘Your friends don’t even introduce you to their sisters or cousins, I can tell your rank.’ Because, in fact, she was also at her wit’s end.
“Read the letter.”
The letter was from Letizia de Leonati, who could not be overstated as Isabella’s only remaining friend. The content of the letter was that her close young lady, who was originally going to attend the royal ball with her, had her engagement confirmed last week, and suddenly she had no partner to go with.
“She’s nice. She’s too good for you.”
Even Isabella, who used to be high and mighty, seemed to have subtly raised her internal evaluation of Letizia as she had only one friend left.
Until now, she would have left Ippolito alone, huddled in a corner without a partner, but she would never have recommended Letizia, who she looked down upon as her maid, as her brother’s ball partner.
“Isn’t she the ugly girl? The one with a square face and chubby?”
Ippolito frowned as he read the letter.
“Are you in a position to pick now?”
Isabella flared up.
“Can’t get a human woman, are you going to take a bisque doll instead? Or do you want to find a pretty maid somewhere and proudly take her?”
At Isabella’s mention of a maid, Ippolito glared at her. The story of Maletta was a disgusting one to him. He didn’t know where it went wrong, but everything had been downhill since he got involved with that damned maid, and he ultimately lost his mother.
“Stop running your mouth.”
When Ippolito really showed signs of anger, Isabella closed her mouth. She was upset, but now was not the time to really fight with her only remaining brother.
“Think about it. You have until tomorrow to reply.”
She closed her mouth innocently and left the room.
As soon as she left Ippolito’s room, the mail handling servant found her.
“Miss Isabella! You’re here. A letter has arrived for you.”
“Finally, is this an invitation to the ball?” Isabella took the envelope extended by the servant and examined the exterior.
“What’s this? Who sent it? There’s no name?”
On the outer surface of the plain envelope was scrawled ‘Isabella de Mare,’ but there wasn’t a single word about the identity of the sender.
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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