Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
“Speak up already, Clea. Don’t push my patience any further.”
Setting down her teacup, Clea turned her gaze toward Lloyd.
When their cold eyes met, Lloyd flinched momentarily, but quickly steeled himself, refusing to look away from Clea’s stare.
It felt as though the chronic migraine that had plagued her ever since her transmigration was flaring up again.
“Even if I speak, will you truly listen? You’ve already made up your mind about something. Nothing I say will change your thoughts.”
She had no intention of denying her night with another man.
She no longer felt any affection strong enough to argue with him emotionally.
Thus, instead of explaining herself, she quietly met his gaze and reflected upon her own stance.
As always, people would blame her—not Lloyd.
They would ask how she could possibly meet another man while engaged.
‘Even though Lloyd himself spent years dallying with other women while engaged to me.’
Being criticized by others was nothing new to Clea.
Seeing Lloyd’s expression twist further in response to her words, she regarded him with indifference.
At the sight of his distorted face, Clea felt an inexplicable urge to smile.
“Is this your way of seeking affection from someone else because I don’t give it to you anymore?”
“You’re wrong. I haven’t yearned for your insufferable affection at all—not for years.”
“Then who was it that clung to me so persistently? And who endlessly demanded engagement from our house?”
“I’ve kept telling you ever since then—I’m tired of you. And you said you were tired of me too, didn’t you? That’s why you suggested we break off the engagement.”
She had been repeating this same thing for years—ever since her transmigration.
At first, he’d assumed she was just trying to grab his attention, but once she kept formally declaring the breakup, his attitude changed.
Now, he was desperately clinging to this futile relationship.
Facing a situation where people’s perceptions remained utterly unchanged no matter what she tried, Clea finally gave up entirely.
She was certain that, no matter what she did, they would never change.
Since reaching that certainty, she had been severing her ties one by one.
Her family, and even Aria, bound to her by an exhausting connection.
And of all, the relationship she most wanted to cut was with the man standing before her.
“Go to Aria Herscher, the one you’re utterly devoted to.”
It was a quiet warning: please don’t drag me into that tiresome melodrama.
But the oblivious man before her apparently didn’t take her warning seriously—in fact, he gritted his teeth and smiled instead.
“This is just to grab my attention, isn’t it?”
His arrogant smile and response left Clea speechless. Where on earth should she even begin correcting him?
While Clea stood silent, unable to respond to such absurdity, Lloyd seemed to take her silence as confirmation.
Not wanting to provoke further misunderstanding, Clea briefly looked down at the tea in her cup.
Seeing that the tea had grown cold during their conversation, she regretfully poured it directly onto Lloyd.
Lloyd’s eyes instantly flashed with clear panic at the sudden action.
Yet Clea spoke to him with unusual calmness.
“Is this also just to get your attention?”
“Clea Odoi!”
He shouted her name loudly, drenched in tea.
From a distance, Clea noticed hostile eyes flickering in their direction and clicked her tongue inwardly.
Though she felt like sighing at the thought that her family would soon hear of this incident, she knew she had to face the present reality.
Watching Lloyd storm toward her, fuming, Clea smiled.
“Let’s break up, Lloyd. I don’t recall ever liking someone like you.”
With those final words, she turned and disappeared.
Lloyd wanted nothing more than to chase after her instantly and grab her wrist.
But ever the nobleman, he first wanted to deal with his own ridiculous appearance.
The tea from the small cup had thoroughly soaked his upper garment.
“I’ll make you regret this forever.”
If Clea had heard those words, she probably would have thought:
Why are there so many people who keep talking about regrets?
While Lloyd whispered those words in the spot where Clea had stood, he was relieved she hadn’t heard them.
Had she heard, she surely would have slapped his cheek too.
But Clea, already gone, couldn’t possibly have heard.
Biting his lips tightly, Lloyd quickly left the ducal mansion.
[This is the timeline separator]‘Why won’t he agree to the breakup?’
After being refused several times, Clea had assumed he was too proud to accept being dumped by her.
So once, she had even advised him:
He should be the one to declare the breakup first, making himself look utterly foolish.
Though such an act would be deeply dishonorable among nobles, honor meant nothing to Clea, who was merely waiting for death.
She just wanted relief—from everything.
‘It’s already a love triangle; I certainly don’t want to get involved myself.’
In the original story, it inevitably escalated into a love triangle.
The male lead who becomes emperor, Lloyd who becomes a grand duke, and Aria—a young lady from a ducal house like Clea’s.
Technically, it should’ve been a quadrangle, but since Clea didn’t care for Lloyd, she had no desire to enter their messy love drama.
Her life was already miserable and painful even without being part of it.
Her mind and body were utterly exhausted.
‘At least yesterday felt a little nice.’
Clea recalled what happened the previous night.
She had never imagined that the man she’d thought would never share a bed with her would end up inebriated.
He was always cold-faced, gazing indifferently at others.
Yet the sound of his breath when she marked his neck, the desperate way he clung to her—that expression was unimaginable from his usual self.
For the first time since falling into this world, Clea experienced genuine pleasure—and for the first time, she felt regret at the thought of dying.
“If I die, will I return to my original world?”
She had never held any particular affection for this story she’d randomly read.
Yet, just as she smiled at the thought of leaving behind one last good memory, someone violently flung open her door.
“What did you do to Lloyd!”
“I thought I told you not to barge into a lady’s room.”
“A lady? Let the lady freeze to death!”
Seeing who entered, Clea furrowed her brow.
“Because of you, House Persy is reconsidering their investment! What do you plan to do about it!”
‘So this is what he does right after I come back.’
Lloyd was always like this.
On the days Clea declared the breakup, he’d pressure House Odoi, to which she belonged.
Though House Odoi was indeed a prestigious ducal family,
Duke Odoi had, lured by Lloyd, endlessly pursued money-sinking ventures until they now relied entirely on House Persy’s support to stay afloat.
And every time, the result for Clea was always the same.
“Get down to the dining room right now!”
Steve Odoi—her older brother and rightful heir of House Odoi—shouted at Clea before storming out.
Clea watched him leave with cold, narrowed eyes and pondered.
If she just threw herself off the terrace right now, how would their futures change?
But she quickly dismissed the thought.
Not only did she feel it was far too precious to throw her life away for their sake, but her room was only on the second floor.
She knew jumping from such a height would likely only break bones, so she stood up from her seat.
The idea of locking the door and barricading herself inside was equally foolish—they’d simply force it open with a key anyway.
In short, there was nothing she could do within this household.
‘If I don’t go, someone will drag me there anyway.’
Once, she had chosen to starve herself.
She’d thought avoiding them altogether was better than facing them, even if it meant going hungry.
But Duke Odoi had dragged her to the dining room regardless and forced her into her seat.
Just as Clea expected, they never chose to come to her room to talk.
They saw no reason to waste time coming all the way to her quarters.
Since Clea deeply disliked being touched by anyone, she decided to move herself, feigning resignation.
When she arrived at the dining room, a middle-aged man with silver hair—matching Clea’s own—sat at the head of the table, with Steve beside him.
They didn’t even glance her way upon her arrival.
This moment always made Clea feel suffocated.
She recalled a line from the novel:
[They only treated Clea as a member of House Odoi when she spoke of Lloyd.]From that single sentence, she could roughly guess how she’d lived her entire life.
Ignored, used merely as a tool for the family—exactly as she’d experienced since her transmigration.
But her emotional response stopped there.
After all, it wasn’t truly her life, so there was no need to care so deeply.
In a story she’d read simply hoping the female lead found happiness, the villainess’s role was to show just how miserably she could fall.
Abandoned by her family, betrayed by her fiancé, and ultimately losing everything.
Having experienced even a fraction of that tragic fate, Clea felt as if she might retch from the bitter memory.
“Where were you last night?”
The conversation began as soon as she took her seat.
The voice was icy cold—
utterly unlike what one would expect as a father’s first words to his daughter.
Clea shifted her gaze toward the speaker.
Meeting his blue eyes under silver hair, she answered with a smile.
“I was with His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Pfft—you?”
“……This really isn’t the time for jokes.”
Inside, she scoffed.
Even when telling the truth, they insisted she was lying.
Surely, they’d already heard the rumors spreading like wildfire.
Yet their eyes remained stubbornly disbelieving.
Clea never expected them to believe her anyway.
After all, aside from attending the same academy, she had absolutely no connection with Admon.
Convinced Clea was spouting utter nonsense, Duke Grit Odoi questioned her again in a stern voice.
“Who were you with last night?”
His tone was heavy with a final warning.
“I already told you—I stayed at the imperial palace.”
Clea’s answer remained unchanged.
Only then did Grit finally lift his eyes from his food and look directly at Clea.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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