Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“Where do you think I’m supposed to go?”
“Of course you have to return home!”
“Oh dear. I never realized I even had a home.”
“Clea Odoi!”
“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I’m no longer an Odoi, so you shouldn’t call me that anymore.”
Lloyd ordered Clea to return.
But Clea had no intention of obeying his command—it wasn’t even a request.
From the moment she cast aside the name Odoi, she had become a commoner.
The gap between her and Lloyd would only grow wider, yet she didn’t care.
She felt absolutely no obligation to act according to Lloyd’s wishes, regardless of social standing.
‘What does status even matter? I was living perfectly fine as an ordinary person before.’
There was nothing in this world binding her anymore.
The people she could call family were elsewhere. The home he spoke of simply didn’t exist here.
And not a single person in this world wished for her to stay.
‘In a world where everyone exists only to hate me, must I really strive to live well?’
She smiled bitterly.
This place was no longer somewhere she belonged.
After all, no one wanted her to remain.
Clea believed the proof of that lay in the curse upon the back of her hand.
The second hand of the clock pattern engraved there showed no sign of stopping.
Watching it tick away felt as if she were being forced to die quickly.
She’d even considered dying early, as if rebelling against the fate of dying at a predetermined time.
But that, too, felt like playing right into their hands.
Because she didn’t want to do what they wanted, Clea stubbornly held on.
Glancing blankly at the ever-turning second hand, she looked past Lloyd to the man behind him.
The male lead of this world, watching her and Lloyd with cold eyes.
‘Admon.’
Admon Wilhelm.
Though their time together had been brief, Clea knew.
She knew that brief time had been more joyful than any other moment she’d lived as Clea.
She admitted it.
Not that she needed to admit something so obvious.
Seeing Lloyd send her that inexplicable look made it painfully clear: Admon was far, far better.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Didn’t you come looking for me already knowing everything?”
Returning to reality, Clea asked Lloyd indifferently.
Her voice carried no trace of respect toward him.
Perhaps it was because he had always lorded himself over others.
Lloyd began losing his composure again at Clea’s attitude.
But determined to take her with him this time, he glared fiercely at Clea.
Undaunted by Lloyd’s murderous stare, Clea declared firmly,
“I’m no longer an Odoi.”
“If you’re not an Odoi, then what are you?”
“Just Clea.”
“The blood flowing through your veins is Odoi blood.”
“Then everyone walking out there must also be Odoi, since they share the same blood as me.”
“Stop spouting such nonsense!”
Lloyd finally snapped, raising his voice first.
Clea actually preferred seeing him shout.
When Lloyd had shown her a kind face moments ago, she’d felt strangely repulsed.
So this—this was the most comfortable moment for her.
The moment he treated her exactly as he always had.
“You like Aria, don’t you?”
“Clea.”
“I have absolutely no intention of drawing your attention. I merely pointed out precisely who holds your heart.”
Normally, this much provocation would’ve worn him out and made him retreat.
But since he still hadn’t backed down, Clea silently applauded him.
She had no intention of being dragged back to the Odoi estate as he wished.
If she were taken there this time, she’d surely be imprisoned until the very brink of death.
Since she wanted no such ending, Clea saw no reason to comply. She smiled up at Lloyd.
Lloyd’s expression twisted, as if a shameful secret had just been exposed.
“How about breaking off our engagement, dining with that princess, then whispering a serenade beneath the evening moon? Don’t you find even this moment with me a waste of time?”
If she were honest, she found every second spent with Lloyd utterly wasted.
Her time had already been set.
No—perhaps everyone’s time was predetermined.
But right now, her time was far shorter than anyone else’s here.
She didn’t know exactly how much remained, but even if plenty was left, she refused to give any to Lloyd.
“Why have you changed so suddenly? You never acted like this before.”
Clea scoffed openly at Lloyd’s words.
Inside, she wanted to tell him plainly: the person standing before him now wasn’t the Clea who desperately loved him.
But not wanting to be labeled a witch or lunatic, she replied lightly,
“People change. So of course my feelings for you have changed too.”
Lloyd frowned.
It was his usual reaction when he didn’t get the answer he wanted.
Clea didn’t care whether he frowned or not.
If he wanted to slap her cheek, she’d gladly take it—
as long as it meant he’d stop tormenting her.
“So my closeness with Princess Aria troubles you that much?”
Lloyd made another absurd assumption.
This time, Clea narrowed her brows.
Yet, as people only see what they wish to see, Lloyd mistook her expression as confirmation and smiled before kneeling.
Clea and Admon, watching from the side, began to panic.
Unaware of their feelings, Lloyd declared confidently,
“I’ll look only at you from now on. So drop this stubbornness and come back. Stop causing trouble for me and my friend here.”
Looking down at Lloyd as he made the shameless lie about never seeing Aria Herscher again, Clea let out a hollow laugh.
‘Like leaving fish in a cat’s care.’
Indeed, how many people in the empire would actually believe those words enough to take them as collateral?
Even his own parents, the Grand Duke and Duchess, would refuse to guarantee that promise with a penalty clause.
That’s how rock-bottom Lloyd’s credibility had sunk in Clea’s eyes.
‘Anyway, both you and he will eventually go to Aria Herscher.’
Everything had unfolded exactly as in the original story.
So that promise would be broken soon enough.
Clea believed that not only Lloyd, but even Admon standing behind him, would one day drift far from her side.
After all, unlike Clea, Aria was a beautiful woman beloved by all in this world.
Thinking of the day Admon would inevitably leave for her, Clea felt a sharp pain tighten in her chest.
‘By then, I’ll be long dead anyway.’
Accustomed to the suffocating ache and tearing pain, she kept her expression calm as she turned her gaze toward Admon.
Admon was watching how Clea would act. He wanted to see clearly what choice she’d make.
Would she truly erase Lloyd from her heart as she’d told him—or use him merely as a pawn to provoke Lloyd?
“I don’t trust you.”
Both men flinched at her words.
Though her eyes remained fixed on Admon, what mattered to Lloyd—kneeling and looking up at her—was something else entirely.
“Even if you tore out your own heart and begged me to believe you, my feelings have long since grown cold.”
Clea gripped Lloyd’s chin before her.
Not as handsome as Admon, but still decently good-looking for a second lead, she shoved his face away.
Lloyd collapsed awkwardly onto the floor, utterly unprepared for Clea’s rejection.
Prideful above all else, he couldn’t even get up immediately despite his ridiculous fall.
He just stared at Clea, utterly devastated.
‘Silly Clea. Do you still have lingering feelings for that man?’
After everything she’d suffered, could she really still hold on?
The instant she saw Lloyd fall, her body almost moved instinctively to help him up.
But Clea didn’t.
“Curious why I’ve changed so suddenly?”
Dismissing her lingering instinct as foolish, Clea shifted her gaze to the man before her.
“Admon.”
In a gentle tone she’d never used toward Lloyd.
As if truly trying to provoke him, she called another man’s name and took a step forward.
Both men in the room fixed their eyes on her.
Yet neither spoke.
One looked utterly incredulous, while the other finally showed relief.
When that prideful Lloyd had even knelt, Admon had feared Clea might return—now his tension melted away.
“The man I love now is this one.”
Clea stood right before Admon, smiling.
Unlike before, there was no mockery in her expression.
Right there, she claimed Admon’s lips.
Admon didn’t push her away.
He simply couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her touch.
Gazing down at her, Admon recalled what happened the previous night—
their passionate encounter in the dark.
Lloyd watched his friend and former fiancée with a stiff expression.
Clea pulled back and spoke to Lloyd.
“Since I’ve already cast away even the name Odoi, isn’t our relationship over? Lloyd Persy.”
She saw the foolish look on the man who’d always looked down on her with arrogance.
And Clea found the sight sweeter than ever before.
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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“Your Highness’s lips, perhaps.”
Oooh girl…😏 She wants something else for dinner i see 🙈
At this rate, heading straight to the bedroom instead of dining was only a matte
….😏🙈 You perverts sitting in a tree k.I.S.S.I.N.G😆
He desperately wanted to shout right then and there, grab Clea’s wrist, and drag
These brute losers ….how can their duchy even functioning properly…? That’s what I wanna know
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I wonder if subconciously he knows that she is sick.
Its quite weird that his aide calls her a close friend when its quite clear that Admon barely registers her presence 🤣
Urgh …i love this …she ain’t no damsel in distress, she’s fierce….i think I’m in love