The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
According to the family law of the Cigarette Kingdom, two submissions of documents are required for a full divorce.
The divorce petition and the divorce confirmation document.
A week ago, what Philip submitted to the court was the divorce petition.
From the day of submission, the couple had to undergo a hundred-day reflection period.
During this time, separation was forbidden, no matter how much they despised each other.
The second submission—the divorce confirmation document—could be sent to the court at any time during the reflection period.
Upon arrival at the court, it was immediately sealed and would only be opened by the judge on the final day of the reflection period to issue the final ruling.
If either spouse stamped their seal indicating consent to divorce, the divorce would be finalized; if neither submitted the document or both chose cancellation, the divorce would be void.
Up to this point, it seemed reasonable.
But at this part, my thoughts changed.
Firstly, the mansion they lived in was unconditionally the head of household’s property. The spouse retained rights only to assets they personally acquired and the alimony granted by the head of household.
Since the head of household was the master of the family, I could accept losing the house.
But it felt unfair that the alimony amount was entirely at the head’s discretion.
When I read this in the novel, I cheered—but now that I’m the one involved, I worry about my future.
Ellen’s extravagance was strictly a matter of her time as Countess.
Philip granted Ellen a small two-story house in the city as alimony.
He also confiscated all her belongings except for the dresses she personally selected—a financial sanction out of concern she’d continue her malicious behavior.
Ellen clung desperately to Philip, screaming and throwing tantrums to avoid leaving the mansion. Naturally, she was pitifully evicted, giving readers a satisfying catharsis.
Unfortunately, Ellen didn’t end up living in poverty afterward.
She had far too many dresses—so many they couldn’t even fit into the small two-story house.
From then on, Ellen survived by selling her dresses and continued scheming to ruin the protagonists, using Sir Mild and private investigators.
“Oh.”
Here, I gained another survival hint.
“If I don’t cling to him begging to cancel the divorce, and instead earn some goodwill, maybe there won’t be any financial sanctions?”
If I’m lucky, he might even give me a better house than that small two-story one.
And if I can secure extra gold or other assets in advance, my future life would be much easier.
‘Since I can take assets I personally acquired, I’d better start working quickly.’
It’s far easier to run a business as a countess than as a divorced countess.
“In any world, having more money makes life better… Alright.”
Muttering to myself, I stamped my seal on the confirmation section of the second divorce document.
Once I send this to the court, the judge will open it a hundred days from now.
‘Considering how Ellen clung to Philip in the original story…’
Ellen must have stamped the cancellation section of the divorce document.
In the novel, Ellen believed that if she could somehow win Philip back, the divorce would be canceled.
She trusted in the power of pillow talk—but she was completely mistaken.
Philip had decided on divorce after long and careful deliberation.
The moment he spoke the word “divorce,” the situation became irreversible.
His nature was as straight as bamboo and as unchanging as a pine tree.
That was precisely why the aging king could entrust him with the kingdom’s true heir.
‘Clinging to him would only make me look pitiful.’
I dripped sealing wax onto the envelope containing the document and firmly pressed my seal.
A signet ring bearing my family’s emblem.
Using an item mentioned only in the novel made me feel truly elegant and grand.
“Hehe.”
Suppressing my rising smile, I called for my shadow knight, Sir Mild.
Through the crack in the door as Sir Mild entered, a maid quickly peeked at my expression.
Seeing that, it’s clear even they struggle living under Ellen’s watchful eye.
“My Lady?”
He asked cautiously, reading my face.
“Has something good happened today?”
Oops—my expression must’ve given me away. Embarrassed, I fiddled with the document.
“Oh, it showed? I was just filling out paperwork…”
I couldn’t possibly say aloud that stamping seals was fun.
Swallowing the unspeakable words with a small laugh, I saw Sir Mild’s bewildered eyes drift toward the document.
“Send this to the court.”
As I handed it over, Sir Mild took a sharp breath.
“Are you certain it’s truly alright to send it?”
His heavy expression suggested he’d guessed the document’s nature.
“What wouldn’t be alright about it?”
“…Yes?”
“It’s nothing serious—just send it properly.”
“Yes?”
“You never know—you might get divorced someday, right?”
“Yes…?”
“No?”
“W-well, yes.”
Bewildered by my retort, Sir Mild accepted the document.
“Oh, Sir Mild.”
“Yes. Please speak.”
“Will you protect me for life?”
It was an abrupt question, but Sir Mild answered without the slightest hesitation.
“That is my duty—but why ask so suddenly?”
“I was wondering if you’d rather retire or return home, and if you’re staying only out of obligation.”
“Yes?”
His eyes widened in surprise, then he shook his head slightly.
“Am I not a knight who swore an oath to the gods to stand by your side for life?”
For life? An oath?
“Retirement or returning home is unthinkable. This duty is my entire life.”
“…”
Was I imagining it, or did the faint smile on his lips look genuinely happy?
When I stayed silent, he asked to confirm.
“Is there anything else you wish to say?”
“Uh, uh… Go ahead.”
“Then I shall be off.”
After sending him away absentmindedly, I suddenly felt my face flush hot.
Sir Mild was merely fulfilling his duty—yet somehow, it felt like a quiet confession.
‘So he dies fighting to the end, huh…’
In the novel, this character was a villain who carried out any of Ellen’s orders without question.
Meeting him in person, though, feels slightly different from what I imagined.
“…Does Sir Mild love Ellen?”
I quickly shook my head.
“A story needs at least one fiercely loyal subordinate for the villain to be interesting, right?”
After all, a villainous countess acting alone in her schemes would look awfully odd.
It’s like those tyrannical lords who, even when clearly doomed against the hero, still have many loyal soldiers following them.
“Right. That’s just how the author wrote him. I shouldn’t get confused.”
Realizing this, I understood there were now two people I needed to keep alive in this transmigrated life.
“Exactly—loyalty isn’t a crime.”
Knowing someone else depends on me makes me feel even more responsible.
I must win people’s hearts and escape these death flags!
“I’ll survive, and so will he! Alright! Time to give it my all!”
Full of renewed energy, I called for the maid.
“How much time until the children arrive?”
“In two hours.”
“We’re meeting them at the main gate, correct?”
“Yes. Everything is being prepared.”
Time was running short to earn my stepson and daughter-in-law’s goodwill.
“Right. Hehe… I should start getting ready too.”
My smile startled the maid, who quickly bowed her head.
Apparently, everything I do looks villainous. Not just her—even most of the mansion’s staff act this way.
At first, being misunderstood was jarring, but after a week, I’ve grown used to it.
‘Anyway, I won’t see them after a hundred days—no need to worry.’
I soon adorned myself from head to toe with dazzling jewels and a magnificent dress.
Though the hair ornaments seemed excessive, my reflection in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Oh my, this sister is stunning.”
And now, I am her.
I swallowed tears of both awe and sorrow within.
“Sister, with such a radiant and beautiful appearance, why did you live so hideously, consumed by jealousy and obsession?”
No matter how I thought about it, her life felt wasted.
“Right! Once I settle things in this mansion, I’ll live a new life worthy of this sister!”
Fired up with determination, I first pointed to the hairpins—they were far too heavy to wear all day.
‘Walking around weighed down like this would surely make me irritable.’
“Remove all the hair ornaments.”
“Yes?”
The maid, looking puzzled, obeyed my instruction.
My elaborate hairstyle grew simpler, enhancing its elegance.
“Exactly. Overdoing it with glitter only backfires.”
Having finished my preparations, I headed to the main gate to greet them.
Climbing the wide-open, arched white iron main gate, rose vines brimmed with crimson blooms, as if welcoming the young couple soon to arrive.
On both sides of the neatly arranged path stood rows of servants—led by the head butler Domingo—housemaids, footmen, and others, all lined up in perfect order.
Philip emerged last to greet the children.
At the very center of the front row, bathed in bright sunlight, stood Ellen.
It had been exactly a week since the assault incident—the first time I’d seen her face again.
‘Ellen.’
Regardless of past events, she truly was a wife of exquisite and delicate beauty.
When Philip first saw her, he was utterly captivated by her looks—though he maintained composure, wary of appearing undignified.
Thus, in the spring of his nineteenth year, he entered a political marriage with eighteen-year-old Ellen, offering his whole heart and body with utmost sincerity on their wedding night.
He had eagerly anticipated married life—but that hope lasted only briefly.
He soon discovered Ellen’s character and intellect were deeply flawed.
She acted only on what lay immediately before her, spoke however she pleased without weighing consequences, and never distinguished matters of importance.
Still, Philip tolerated it—after all, many political marriages were like this.
That is, until she began envying Marlboro, the adopted son who’d lived in the household before her arrival, and started committing all manner of cruelty.
Of course, Ellen had known of the adopted sons beforehand. But upon meeting Marlboro and realizing he was a paragon of charm, she grew displeased.
After all, he could greatly influence the earldom’s succession.
“For someone already so clever, why train him so intensely?”
She suspected Marlboro was undoubtedly Philip’s biological son, conceived around the time Philip was fourteen.
“I swear on my life he is not of my blood. There will be no succession issue—please endure until he comes of age. In time, you’ll understand, and there will be benefits for you as well.”
Though Philip explained he had his reasons, Ellen refused to listen.
“My Lady, the truth is… Ah, never mind.”
Philip swallowed the words rising to his lips. Even to his own spouse, he wished to be honest.
Marlboro was the future sovereign entrusted to the earldom by the aging king due to palace intrigues.
If Philip protected Marlboro and secured his succession, the rewards would be immense.
But strict secrecy surrounded this matter—especially from foreigners.
After serious consideration, Philip concluded Ellen was unworthy of sharing such a state secret.
A careless word anywhere could spell disaster.
‘Better she misunderstand than Marlboro’s identity be exposed.’
Thus, Philip resolved to remain silent on the matter and offer no further explanations.
The king’s passing was imminent anyway. Once Marlboro ascended the throne, Ellen would naturally learn everything.
In time, all would be resolved.
‘When that day comes, everything will be alright.’
But events unfolded differently than Philip expected.
Ellen constantly schemed for opportunities to disown Marlboro. She acted outrageously toward everyone except Philip—clinging obsessively to him, feigning vulnerability to gain sympathy, and disrupting his work under the guise of seeking his attention.
The more she did this, the harder Philip worked to educate and nurture Marlboro and focus on his duties.
Though Ellen’s deliberate sabotage caused losses, Philip silently endured them.
After all, whether he liked it or not, Ellen was still his wife.
It wasn’t until Laila entered the household that Philip seriously began considering divorce, having grown utterly weary of Ellen.
Ellen continuously tormented innocent, kind-hearted Laila.
Even if Marlboro could be excused, what fault did Laila have?
Moreover, Laila’s status as a princess of the Ferdeth Kingdom had already been revealed—yet Ellen remained utterly indifferent.
‘This is impossible.’
Philip gave up on Ellen.
All that remained between them was cold detachment. Unable to bring himself to divorce immediately, they lived as mere window-dressing spouses.
That changed on the day of Marlboro and Laila’s wedding.
The day before, Ellen struck Laila’s cheek and ruined her wedding dress.
Despite the king himself having announced he would officiate the ceremony, Ellen tried to sabotage the wedding.
Fortunately, Philip had anticipated this and prepared a spare dress—so the ceremony proceeded without incident.
Yet no matter how beautiful the replacement was, it remained just that—a replacement. It could never match the dignity of the originally prepared gown.
“For a noble family’s heir, the wedding was surprisingly modest. This may well be the last wedding I attend in my lifetime… Had I known, I’d have gifted the bride a wedding dress myself. Heh heh.”
Though the ceremony concluded safely, disappointment and anger simmered beneath the aging king’s laughter.
Philip felt a chill run down his spine.
If Ellen’s arrogance and recklessness continued unchecked, their ancient and honorable house would surely meet ruin.
‘No more.’
The moment the newlyweds departed for their honeymoon, Philip declared divorce to Ellen.
A week later, he stamped the divorce documents—and now, another week has passed.
Philip stood beside Ellen. She stared directly at him.
‘She’s probably wearing her most pitiful tearful face, or perhaps a haughty expression, or maybe a coquettish smile.’
The moment Philip met her gaze, expecting exactly that—
“……!?”
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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This is a repeat of an earlier chapter, not actually chapter 91 – please fix
This is a repeated chapter.
Repeat chapter