Gallan laughed widely, revealing yellowed teeth, and stood up with a bottle of alcohol in hand. Bake looked at Gallan with anger, raising his eyebrows, as Gallan, who had lived as a mercenary for a long time, had skills but had practically lost his mercenary status due to various unpleasant incidents.
Fearless and whimsical, and rarely sought after due to the frequent accidents caused by being drunk every time, Gallan was a man who was rarely approached.
But that made him useful for secret tasks. As long as Gallan was generously paid for the alcohol, he would willingly lend a hand anytime, for any task.
Bake highly appreciated that aspect of Gallan. Although he didn’t fit in with the Kraten Marquis, nobody knew that Bake was behind Gallan. Especially, Bake knew Gallan’s weakness.
Whenever Gallan talked about his daughter, his eyes sparkled. He always missed his daughter.
However, that didn’t mean it was for a good reason; that was the problem.
Thinking of Margaret, who used to stiffen her face whenever Gallan talked, Bake twisted his lips.
One of the many reasons why Margaret couldn’t be the wife of Kraten Marquis was her birth.
Margaret was a bastard born by borrowing the belly of a young squire and a noble lady whose eyes met while her husband was away at the war.
She was an unacceptable child, and eventually, she was cast away, just like being chased away, as soon as she was born. Margaret always didn’t want to admit that fact.
In her early years, Margaret always talked only about her mother instead of her father.
When she was born, her mother, whom she had only met once, explained how beautiful she was and the noble lineage she inherited, firmly believing that her mother would find her place someday.
Of course, her well-born mother never came to find her until now. And since Margaret stopped talking about her mother, she clung more to Bake.
Bake glanced at the empty bottle. The smell of alcohol pervaded the room, and saliva involuntarily collected in his mouth, but he couldn’t repeat the mistake from last time. A sip to calm his complicated mind might be sweet, but he could lose what he had achieved so far.
Like his wife who disappeared like smoke.
Bake ground his teeth.
Whether she was kidnapped by slaves or disappeared voluntarily, it was unknown. Since the attack on that day, Livianna completely concealed her appearance.
Knowing that there would be inquiries about the missing lady, Bake tried to find her as discreetly as possible, but he couldn’t hold on indefinitely. Bake pondered whether to announce the news of her disappearance formally and offer a substantial reward several times a day.
Why did he have to drink at that time? Bake pinched his nose against the annoying smell of alcohol.
As the intoxication wore off and his head cleared, the first thing that came to mind was regret.
Livianna was different from Margaret. Since she had never experienced such treatment, it wouldn’t have been an ordinary shock.
But there’s still a chance. It can be reversed.
Bake clenched his hands tightly, trying to regain control of himself. Crisis could turn into an opportunity. Heroes always shone.
“Well, it’s time to stop having fun. Fortunately, I’ve prepared a house of just the right size for the two of us.”
“… A house?”
“You can’t wander around forever. You’re not a vagabond. You’re at an age where you should live with your children. Don’t you think so?”
“Are you saying…”
Bake’s eyes gleamed as he watched Gallan’s lips muttering uncontrollably with joy.
There was no choice. Whatever happened, he couldn’t let go of Livianna. He still remembered the day he held Livianna’s hand, who was wearing a pure white wedding dress.
It was the day when a merchant’s son, by making a marriage vow with a nobleman’s daughter, finally entered the ranks of the nobility.
It was a very splendid and perfect day. He could do anything to protect the glory of that day.
Bake, like Marquis Kraten, clasped his hands with an elegant gesture. And just like him, he whispered softly with a refined voice.
“There’s something you have to do last, and it’s very important.”
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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