The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Even if the next situation turned into an interrogation, I felt relieved at Philip’s and the knights’ intervention.
“Subdue them all!”
Six knights loudly echoed Philip’s command and charged at the armed thugs. Well-trained, they swiftly overpowered the assailants.
The situation had been resolved so quickly partly thanks to Mild and me having already roughed up the thugs a bit.
While the knights bound the seventeen thugs together like dried fish, Philip leapt nimbly from his horse. His cape, draped over his striking shoulders, fluttered with his movements.
Philip strode right in front of me and looked down intently.
I expected him to interrogate me in a perfectly rational tone, asking what had happened. I quietly swallowed hard and waited for his words. Soon, his tightly closed lips parted.
“Are you all right, my lady?”
“……”
His tone was unexpectedly full of concern—so much so that I couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d always been cold toward me. A strange feeling stirred within me, and my cheeks even felt slightly warm……
Hadn’t Philip despised Ellen intensely?
“Um… well…”
Embarrassed, I mumbled an evasive reply. On second thought, Philip and Ellen had been married for over ten years. Maybe their relationship wasn’t as bad as I’d assumed.
‘Perhaps this is just a side character’s story that could improve quickly if Ellen changed just a little—maybe I was the only one taking it too seriously?’
Just then, one of the knights roughly yanked the parasol embedded in the rear of a fallen thug.
“Grrrrraaaaahhh!”
Even after the parasol was removed, the thug’s agonized scream echoed loudly through the alley.
It had been cruel when it went in—but pulling it out was hellish too.
‘Even I, the villainess, couldn’t bring myself to do something that brutal…’
The knight covered one ear and held the parasol up to Philip.
Philip’s eyes, fixed on the parasol, turned toward me.
‘Isn’t the answer obvious?’
I briefly looked away from his gaze and brushed the dust off my dress hem. Philip then instructed the knight,
“Keep it as evidence for the case.”
Soon, the city guard arrived.
The thugs, bound tightly in a line like dried fish, were dragged off by the city guard.
The last thug in line shuffled along, crying pitifully.
Blood droplets trailed behind him, suggesting his condition was quite serious.
He was a bit pitiful, but I lifted my chin as if it meant nothing.
After all, this was a novel, and I was the villainess—surely this much was acceptable?
Besides, it had clearly been self-defense.
“Sir Mild, are you hurt anywhere?”
He’d fought fiercely until reinforcements arrived, and was now drenched in sweat.
At my concern, he steadied his ragged breathing and smiled.
“Yes, I’m fine. But are you all right, my lady?”
I gently rotated my wrists and ankles.
The throbbing would probably last a few days, but I figured it would gradually get better.
“I’ll live. This much is nothing.”
Rubbing my wrist, I turned around.
Just then, I saw Domingo handing Philip a half-folded document he’d kept tucked in his chest.
“Huh?”
I was baffled.
‘Wasn’t Domingo holding camellia oil?’
Philip took the document and patted Domingo’s shoulder.
“Good work.”
“Thanks to you, my lady, I was able to deliver it safely—I’m relieved.”
Domingo rose unsteadily and bowed deeply to me.
“Thank you for saving this old man, my lady.”
His gratitude brimmed with sincerity. At the same time, Philip’s attention focused entirely on me.
“……”
Philip stared at me blankly, and an indescribable feeling washed over me. He seemed almost admiring—perhaps my saving Domingo had changed his opinion of me?
His gaze made my shoulders twitch awkwardly and left me flustered. I pointed to the scattered items in the alley.
“Oh, right—shouldn’t we gather all those things?”
“Oh dear, look at me! Thank you.”
Domingo began picking up the scattered belongings.
“Goodness, the items I was entrusted with are now covered in dirt…”
Among the items he collected was a bottle filled with bright yellow oil.
“Domingo?”
“Yes?”
“Is that possibly the camellia oil?”
“Yes, this is it. Fortunately, it didn’t break.”
“……”
What? This isn’t how it happened in the original!
Or… maybe it is, but something feels off.
‘Could it be that the side character’s circumstances weren’t detailed? Was the real objective not the camellia oil, but that document just now?’
I opened and closed my mouth, then looked at Philip.
“It seems our cover as ordinary shoppers was compromised.”
Philip crossed his arms.
“My lady, do you happen to know anything about this document?”
“……Me?”
My reply was more of a bewildered question, but Philip merely stroked his chin slowly.
The admiration in his eyes from earlier had now turned to suspicion.
“Why are you looking at me like that? What’s so special about that document?”
Suddenly, a thought struck me, souring my mood.
‘Ah! So now it’s interrogation time?’
Of course. I could feel the tension drain from my shoulders.
I immediately retracted my earlier thought that their relationship might not be so bad after all—and felt deeply wronged.
‘I risked myself to protect Domingo, and now this?’
I narrowed my eyes and stared straight at Philip.
“You don’t seriously suspect I’m involved in this, do you? That I knew this would happen?”
He let out a small sigh and shook his head.
“I’m curious how you knew in advance, but I don’t suspect you.”
“You don’t? But you clearly did!”
“I said I don’t.”
“Don’t lie. You’ve never trusted me to begin with.”
Philip stared blankly for a moment, then shook his head again.
“That may be true. But this time is different—it just doesn’t add up.”
I crossed my arms. My displeasure made my lips pout involuntarily.
“So you suspected me, then decided it couldn’t be true just because it didn’t make sense?”
“If you were working with those men, why would you leak such information to us in advance?”
Then, catching my glare, Philip shrugged slightly.
“You could pretend allies are enemies, but I doubt you’d use such an unusual kicking technique.”
“Unusual kicking technique?”
Though being suspected was unpleasant, it seemed Philip had reasoned through it himself and cleared up his own misunderstanding.
“The martial arts move that took down three men.”
Philip’s cheeks flushed slightly.
“……”
His repeated gestures of covering his mouth betrayed his hesitation.
Clearly, he had something to say but was too shy to speak. His wide, glistening eyes made my irritation vanish, replaced by flustered confusion.
‘Why is this man acting like this?’
Philip’s face grew even redder.
“It looked like red and white roses swirling together in the wind.”
My own face burned. So Philip had seen my 720-degree spinning kick.
‘Judging by his poetic description of red and white roses, he must’ve clearly noticed my petticoat fluttering too…’
I’d done it in a hurry back then, but his unexpected commentary now made me terribly embarrassed. Just as I was about to scold him for saying something so odd, Philip changed the subject.
“My lady, among the houses we viewed today, was there any you liked?”
“Why ask that all of a sudden?”
“I’d like to thank you for today’s incident. Apart from your settlement, I’ll give you any house from the list you choose.”
‘He’s offering a house separate from the settlement?’
My urge to scold him melted away like snow under sunlight. The three-story building I’d seen earlier immediately came to mind.
“I don’t like any of the houses on the list. Just give me a new one.”
“What kind of building do you want that makes you say that…?”
“I found a property I liked while house-hunting today. I’d like to run a small shop there and live quietly.”
“I’d gladly grant your every wish, but property prices in this domain vary wildly by location.”
“So?”
“I need to see the place before I can decide.”
From his tone, it seemed the place I wanted was too expensive—but since I had nothing to lose, I confidently pointed toward the city center.
“I want the three-story red-brick building in the central district.”
Philip’s calm expression hardened slightly again.
“……What? Where?”
He looked as if he’d misheard.
“You know, the one in front of the fountain.”
“You mean the building on Main Street, Fifth Avenue?”
“Yes. I like that one. You can combine it with my settlement from the list—just give me the Fifth Avenue building.”
Philip, still dazed, shook his head.
“You should reconsider that, my lady.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t that excessive? Even selling all the houses on the list wouldn’t be enough to buy that building.”
It was simply too expensive.
‘Tch, I guess it really was too much to ask.’
I wanted to argue, but honestly, he was right.
If I compared this domain to Gangnam, that spot was the most prestigious area.
Besides, if I were a beloved wife, maybe—but for a villainess wife about to be divorced, he probably didn’t feel like going that far.
“Fine, I understand.”
I backed down gracefully. But there had to be another way.
Given that Ellen was originally such a lavish character, she must own plenty of jewels and luxury items. Couldn’t I just sell them all?
A quick mental calculation suggested buying the building outright might be impossible, but I could probably afford the monthly rent.
‘I’ll need to act before Philip confiscates all of Ellen’s belongings.’
Deciding it was best not to provoke him, I nodded without hesitation.
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
“……?”
Philip looked bewildered. He hesitated, then briefly covered his mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ve seemed very different since yesterday—almost like a different person. It’s a bit strange.”
‘Ugh, was my character collapse really that obvious?’
Internally flinching, I forced a casual chuckle.
“We’re getting divorced anyway—what’s the point of living like before?”
“Huh?”
“I need to find a new life for myself.”
My immediate reply made Philip’s brow furrow.
“How odd.”
“What is?”
“You used to hate the idea of divorcing me so much, yet now you speak as if you’re waiting for it.”
“We made a promise. Besides, spilled water can’t be put back in the bowl.”
“……”
For a fleeting moment, his expression seemed oddly wistful.
‘……Regret?’
But I quickly dismissed it as my own imagination.
“I have other errands to run, so I’ll be off.”
“Where to?”
“Madam Hades’s boutique.”
I turned away from him.
My ankle throbbed slightly. Now that I looked, my wrist was also reddened from the impact.
‘It’s still bearable, but maybe I shouldn’t push myself?’
I briefly considered heading home, but soon steeled my resolve.
There were fewer than a hundred days left until my divorce and independence. Thinking about my future, I needed to see as many options as possible, as quickly as possible.
“Sir Mild.”
He was tidying his severely disheveled clothes when my call made him jump.
“What is it?”
“Oh! My lady, I hastily left the carriage by the roadside… I’ll go check on it right away.”
He quickly excused himself and dashed out of the alley.
He returned shortly, his expression grim.
“My lady, I…”
“What? Did the carriage disappear?”
I frowned, though I knew it was possible under the circumstances—my ankle ached, and walking far would be difficult.
Noticing my expression, Sir Mild quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry. I deserve a whipping for this.”
‘No, it’s not that bad…’
We stepped onto the main road and looked around. True to Mild’s word, our carriage was nowhere to be seen.
“Is it completely gone?”
“Even if someone took it, it’s clearly marked as the count’s carriage—it’ll stand out. If we report it to the guard, we should find it within a few hours.”
“Nothing to be done, then. Which way is the boutique?”
“That way, but it’s a bit far—you’d be better off with a carriage. Also, you should probably visit a nearby clinic to check your condition first.”
“A clinic?”
Sir Mild, standing beside me, politely offered his arm—as if inviting me to link arms.
“You seem to have trouble walking. Allow me to escort you.”
It wasn’t like I was limping, yet he’d noticed—impressive.
“Oh? You knew?”
Sir Mild briefly met my eyes, then quickly looked away.
“I’m always watching.”
His gentle yet restrained tone made me nod instinctively. Now I understood why Ellen had acted so recklessly under the influence in the original story.
With someone this considerate, it’d be hard not to fall for him.
“Well, you are my guard knight, after all.”
At my quick clarification of our relationship, Mild’s cheeks turned slightly pink.
“Y-yes.”
I placed my hand on his offered arm.
Having something to lean on made walking much easier.
“Good idea. While I get treated, can you look for the carriage?”
“I can’t guarantee it, but there’s a chance. If we can’t find it, I’ll borrow one.”
“Alright, good.”
Just then—
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you just say so?”
Unexpectedly, Philip appeared behind us—mounted on a white horse.
“Why are you following us?”
Instead of answering, Philip gave Mild a cool stare.
His gaze was fixed precisely on the arm Mild had offered me.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male 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