The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Sir Mild’s reply felt just like a golden retriever wagging its tail with a gentle expression.
‘Oh dear, you were like this earlier, and now again. You’re just like a loyal, oversized dog.’
Thinking of Sir Mild, who showed me such blind loyalty, I felt a sense of responsibility.
I really need to start my business soon.
‘While I’m at it, I’ll succeed, live freely myself, and raise Sir Mild’s salary too.’
I’ll start the business here, but once I’ve saved up enough money, I should move to the capital.
After all, everyone in this territory already knows my face.
‘In a much bigger city, there’ll be many who don’t know me—it’ll be even better for business.’
Having made up my mind, after finishing my meal, I decided to look at a few more houses through a real estate agent.
Even if a house wasn’t on Philip’s list, it would be far better to switch if I found a superior option.
“Show me the house in town with the best accessibility. It’d be great if it’s vacant or about to be.”
“Yes, yes! My lady, there happen to be a few perfect listings right now!”
The real estate agent bowed obsequiously and introduced me to several decent properties.
Among them, the one that truly caught my eye was a three-story, 200-pyeong property on Main Street, 5th Avenue.
The sturdily built red-brick building faced a plaza with a fountain and allowed the first and second floors to be used as shops.
Additionally, an external staircase enabled direct access to the second and third floors, each featuring a spacious terrace, without needing to go through the interior.
The view from the second-floor terrace, overlooking the entire plaza, was excellent.
It seemed perfect for placing a table and enjoying a leisurely afternoon.
‘So, I’ll turn the second floor into a café and live on the third? I can run any kind of business on the first floor, right?’
It sounded like a good plan—except for one problem.
The building’s price was higher than all the houses on the list combined, so even if I wanted to sign a contract, I simply didn’t have the money.
I had no choice but to withdraw, promising to return another time.
“I’ll discuss it with my husband and come back.”
“Understood, my lady.”
After touring the properties, the afternoon sun shone brilliantly. Seeing it reminded me of Domingo once more.
“What time is it now?”
Sir Mild checked his pocket watch.
“It’s 4 o’clock.”
Domingo surely would have handled things himself since I’d warned him, but just in case…
I boarded the carriage and immediately opened my white lace parasol to block the sunlight.
“To Madame Hade’s boutique.”
“I shall escort you.”
Clip-clop, clip-clop—the rhythmic sound of hooves rang out cheerfully as the carriage began swaying gently.
I relaxed into the motion and carefully observed the passing street scenes.
The clean streets bustled with energy, and the people passing by seemed peaceful.
Though the slums held those struggling to survive, the town center had the atmosphere of people getting by just fine.
While happily looking around for quite a while, I noticed several people wearing blue scarves near a secluded alley.
“Sir Mild! Stop the carriage!”
Anxious, I immediately closed my parasol.
“Yes?”
“Quickly!”
As soon as Sir Mild halted the carriage, I dashed toward the alley.
“My lady? My lady!”
Sir Mild called out in panic, but I had no time to answer.
Just as I feared, in the alley several masked thugs were beating Domingo, who had curled himself up.
On the alley floor lay a few miscellaneous goods Domingo had likely just bought.
“This guy! Why’s he so stubborn?”
“Just hand it over!”
“Stab him in the thigh once.”
“As long as we don’t kill him, it’s fine.”
One of the thugs pulled out a short dagger.
He truly seemed ready to stab Domingo.
I scanned the area, but saw no sign of his guards.
‘You fool! I clearly told you! Even if you didn’t believe me, you should’ve brought at least one guard!’
Anyway, I had to save Domingo first.
I gathered the front of my dress and tightly rolled it up in my hand.
“You scoundrels!”
Then I charged straight at one of the thugs and delivered a powerful side kick.
“Kuhhh!”
As one bulky figure went flying, the rest turned to look at me.
“What? Who’s this woman?”
One, two, three… there were seven men beating Domingo.
“Cough! M-My lady?”
Domingo looked startled to see me. His face was already badly bruised from the beating.
“What are you doing here, my lady?”
“Domingo, why didn’t you bring a guard?”
“Ahh… well… that is…”
He couldn’t meet my eyes and lowered his head. Then he suddenly looked alarmed.
“M-My lady! You shouldn’t be here—please get away quickly!”
“Get away, nothing.”
I waved my parasol and shouted at the masked thugs.
Since everyone in the territory knew my face, I could surely exert some pressure.
“How dare you treat the earl’s servant like this?”
But the thugs’ reaction was not what I expected. They sneered at me.
“Hmph! And who’s this woman?”
‘…They’re not locals?’
Just then, one of the thugs suddenly tried to grab me.
“Anyway, since she knows this old man, she’ll make a good hostage.”
I quickly turned my body and dodged his surprise attack.
“How dare you! I am the Countess of Morris!”
Even though I’m getting divorced.
I jabbed his rear firmly with my folded parasol.
I only meant to give him a proper scare.
But the sensation of it sinking in felt… unusually deep?
“Graaaah!”
The thug who’d charged at me let out a desperate scream and collapsed.
At the same time, my hand felt strangely empty.
My white lace parasol stood upright, stuck right in the thug’s backside.
“Oh… um…”
I almost retrieved it, but it somehow felt too cruel, so I left it.
Some doctor somewhere would take care of this extra’s treatment adequately.
“…I didn’t expect it to go in so cleanly. It was an accident, though…”
The thugs, their pupils shaking, alternated their stares between me and the parasol.
‘It doesn’t seem to have gone in too deeply, but it must hurt terribly… Ah, whatever.’
I casually flicked my bangs aside, acting as if it were nothing.
“As you said yourselves—just don’t kill anyone, right?”
“My lady!”
At that moment, Sir Mild swiftly stepped between me and the men.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. But my parasol is ruined.”
Sir Mild turned pale as he looked at my parasol.
Then he let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m glad you’re unharmed, my lady. And as for these ruffians…”
Sir Mild glared at the masked thugs.
“Shall I tell them to leave? …Or shall I properly arrest at least one?”
At his question, one thug clenched his fist in frustration.
“What can one measly knight possibly do?”
The other thugs also stepped forward, clearly ready to attack as a group.
“They outnumber us—do you really think you can capture them? Sir Mild, can you handle it?”
“I’ll try. It’s dangerous, my lady—please take Lord Domingo and get to safety.”
Just then, two thugs charged at us.
“Sir Mild! Handle the one on the left!”
“Yes!”
At my command, Sir Mild punched the thug rushing from the left.
Simultaneously, the thug charging from the right took my spinning kick square in the chest and flew backward.
Seeing my kick, Sir Mild looked stunned.
“M-My lady? What kind of martial arts is that?”
“This isn’t the time to talk about that! Stop getting distracted and deal with the attackers!”
I immediately showed another charging thug the full sting of a sharp straight punch.
‘A back kick is just a bonus!’
“Khuh!”
“Augh!”
But then something unexpected happened. As the thug gasped for breath, I also let out an involuntary cry.
‘Ellen’s body moves better than I thought…’
Though clearly not frail, the impact felt stronger than expected.
As I gently rotated my ankle, I recalled kicking Philip with the same foot not long ago.
Back then, too, my ankle had throbbed.
I’d felt fine shortly after and hadn’t worried—but apparently, the fatigue had accumulated.
Still, I couldn’t afford to fall back just because my ankle was acting up.
Excluding the thug knocked out by the parasol, it was now six against two.
If I hesitated or retreated and got overpowered, things would turn ugly fast.
I kicked the next charging thug squarely in the jaw with a front kick, toppling him over.
Sir Mild also quickly subdued the one who’d targeted me.
“Damn it! These aren’t ordinary thugs!”
After taking down two more, the remaining two stopped coming at us and instead rushed toward Domingo.
“Hand it over quickly! We only need that!”
Domingo curled up even tighter.
“No!”
He clutched something tightly to his chest.
‘Probably camellia oil?’
“Just give it already!”
One thug kicked Domingo.
“Krrgh!”
But Domingo kept his body curled, only letting out a groan. His stubbornness infuriated me—he was being utterly foolish.
Just as I managed to drive those two away and prevent Domingo from losing the item—
Peeeeeeeeeeeee!
One thug blew a long, sharp whistle.
Immediately, ten more masked figures rushed in from somewhere.
Unlike the previous seven, these newcomers carried weapons like hatchets and jackknives.
Sir Mild drew the sword at his waist.
“This is truly dangerous, my lady. Please step aside so I can fight freely.”
First, I helped Domingo move to one side.
Domingo leaned shakily against the wall.
“I’m sorry, my lady.”
“What’s so important about that silly camellia oil that you’d get beaten for it? Even if it’s expensive, it’s still cheaper than your life! You should’ve just handed it over and bought a new bottle!”
“I-I’m deeply sorry, my lady. It’s just that…”
Domingo tried to say something.
Just then, the clash of metal rang out.
Clearly, even Sir Mild couldn’t handle ten armed men alone.
I cut off Domingo’s words and pushed his shoulder.
“The item wasn’t stolen, and you don’t seem badly hurt—that’s enough. Hurry and get out of this alley.”
“Yes?”
I picked up a few stones.
“My knight’s going to die at this rate. I have to help.”
“A-And what about you, my lady?”
I guess I needed to be harsher to get him moving.
“Stop getting in the way and get out! Go alert the city guard or something!”
I gently nudged the hesitant Domingo toward the alley entrance.
“S-Shouldn’t you come with me, my lady?”
I threw a stone with all my strength, hitting a thug.
“Kraah!”
As one went down, another glared at me with murderous intent.
Gripping his knife tightly, he looked ready to charge and stab me.
“M-My lady…”
Ugh! Even in this crisis, Domingo was acting like a million sweet potatoes.
“Quiet! We’ll all die like this! Get out now!”
Startled by my shout, Domingo finally began shuffling his unsteady steps toward the alley exit.
At this rate, I doubted he could walk properly.
Sure enough, Domingo soon sank down onto the ground.
His legs must have given out—likely from his age.
I wanted to help him up, but the knife-wielding thug charged at me.
I had no more time to spare for Domingo.
“How rude!”
I threw a stone; the thug twisted to dodge it, creating a split-second opening.
I struck his wrist with a knife-hand strike, and his knife clattered to the ground.
“Haah!”
I immediately drove my elbow upward into his jaw.
“Keh!”
The thug, struck squarely in the jaw and throat, toppled backward.
“Oof…”
My hand and elbow, having hit him hard, felt numb.
I gathered my dress again and jumped back into the fray.
First, I hurled a stone straight at the backs of the thugs distracted by Sir Mild.
“Agh.”
Unfortunately, I missed, and several turned to look at me.
“Kill that woman!”
Three charged at me.
“My lady! Please!”
Sir Mild cried out almost desperately.
Even as he fought with all his might, he fretted over me getting hurt.
“If Sir Mild fights alone, he might die!”
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
Using sharp straight punches and knife-hand strikes, I made two attackers stagger, then properly stepped up at a suitable distance.
“Haah!”
One spinning kick, then two, then a third…
Each strike felt heavy in my legs as I whirled like a whirlwind—but perhaps that was because my life was on the line?
The 720-degree spinning kick I pulled off successfully looked like art, even to my own eyes.
‘That’s Olympic gold medal material. Seriously.’
After knocking down all three thugs with one powerful move, just as I landed—
Boom! A firecracker exploded loudly behind me.
“Subdue them all!”
The voice that followed sounded familiar. I turned around to see Philip on a white horse, accompanied by six knights.
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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A gust of wind rustled black hair. And a pair of very startled purple eyes met m
A gust of wind rustled black hair. And a pair of very startled purple eyes met mine directly.
But Philip wasn’t foolish enough to believe that lie.
Unfortunately, Philip is foolish enough to believe that the truth is a lie.
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This is a repeat of an earlier chapter, not actually chapter 91 – please fix
This is a repeated chapter.
Repeat chapter