The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Philip felt an odd sensation at Ellen’s unfamiliar gaze.
Her blue eyes, which usually exuded a viperous aura, looked unusually pure and clear today.
‘Surely she isn’t plotting a new scheme?’
Philip recalled the image of Ellen clinging to him, tears streaming from those very eyes.
It wasn’t the first or second time such a thing had happened, yet strangely, merely imagining it this time softened his heart.
‘Get a hold of yourself.’
Philip shook his head inwardly and clenched his fist tightly.
If he showed even the slightest sign of wavering, Ellen would surely latch onto him with obsession and beg for a night together.
‘For the next hundred days, I mustn’t give her an inch.’
He fixed his gaze firmly on the road, determined not to meet Ellen’s eyes, and renewed his resolve.
At the end of the road, he saw the carriage carrying Marlboro and Laila drawing near.
Philip thought he wouldn’t look away from the carriage until they arrived.
“…….”
Yet Ellen’s eyes stubbornly refused to leave him.
Philip calmly steadied his voice.
“Why are you staring so intently?”
“The fact that you got hit by me…”
Of all places—right here, with all the household staff lined up—she had to bring that up. This wicked woman must be openly trying to drag down the master’s dignity now.
Philip shot her a cold glare, inwardly unnerved.
“I was just wondering if you’re feeling better now.”
The injuries from Ellen’s beating had nearly healed, leaving only faint traces.
But Philip turned his eyes straight ahead without answering.
“…….”
He didn’t want to say either “yes” or “no.”
He’d known her swordsmanship rivaled that of a knight, but he hadn’t realized her hand-to-hand combat was even more formidable.
She had a knack for striking precisely the most painful spots.
Moreover, somehow, she’d even managed to lift Philip—who stood 190 centimeters tall—off the ground.
It was fortunate Ellen was a noblewoman, her hands and feet not as hardened as a common laborer’s.
Had a man used such fighting skills, Philip’s suffering wouldn’t have ended with just a few groans.
Recalling the memory from that morning a week ago, Philip’s mood soured. A cold, heavy knot formed in his chest.
“Was it really the first time you’ve ever hit me?”
‘Ha!’
An exasperated laugh burst out inside him.
“I’m sorry for hitting you.”
Ellen’s apology sounded sincere—which made it all the more absurd.
“…….”
“There won’t be any more incidents like that.”
Philip took a quiet breath inwardly. In truth, he was curious.
She’d used violence before, but never against him—until now.
“Let me ask you something. Why did you do it?”
“I was startled.”
An unexpected answer.
“Startled?”
“I opened my eyes and there was a man there.”
A man? He was her husband—they’d stamped the divorce papers, yes, but they could still share a bed at any time!
Her next reply was even more astonishing.
“I’d momentarily forgotten what happened last night.”
Philip’s brow furrowed.
“Forgotten? You insisted you wanted it—even stamped the documents yourself!”
Ellen averted her embarrassed gaze far away and gently poked her ear with her slender pinky finger.
“Well… that might’ve happened, but one can forget things in their sleep, you know.”
“……!?”
How could she possibly forget that heated night?
Ellen’s casual, offhand manner—as if nothing had happened at all—was utterly incomprehensible to Philip.
The contrast between her demeanor a week ago and today was as stark as fire and ice.
Caught off guard by Ellen’s unexpected reaction, Philip forgot there were people around and asked again.
“You were very satisfied, weren’t you? In your own words, it was ‘incredibly amazing.’”
“Huh? ‘Incredibly amazing’? What are you talking about?”
What else could it possibly be? It was obvious from what he’d said.
Yet Ellen genuinely looked puzzled, as if she had no idea what he meant.
“Are you seriously asking because you don’t know? Didn’t you say that yourself?”
Ellen’s eyes widened.
At this point, he needed to make it unmistakably clear. Philip’s gaze dipped downward briefly, then rose again.
Only then did Ellen grasp his meaning. She gasped in shock and blushed deeply.
Lowering her voice as if someone overhearing would cause disaster, she whispered,
“You pervert! Why would you ask something like that?”
“Pe…per—?”
“Are you insane? Didn’t I clearly say it was worthless?”
Her barrage of harsh words left Philip’s head spinning.
He could almost hear her voice echoing again in his ears: “What the hell? Seriously? You were totally worthless!”
‘Unbelievable! After enjoying it so much…’
Philip, reeling from considerable shock, quickly reached his own conclusion.
Ellen must be lying to avoid divorcing him—that was certain.
He also recalled the second set of divorce papers sitting in his study.
He’d originally intended to stamp the finalized documents that very morning,
making it irreversible no matter what schemes this wicked woman tried.
But the unexpected shock of being beaten had made him forget about the documents entirely.
Philip resolved to return to his study after greeting the children and stamp the confirmation at once.
“Hah, how absurd.”
At that, Ellen waved her hands dismissively, looking even more incredulous.
“I’m the one who finds it absurd!”
Suddenly, she shifted her gaze, her sapphire-blue eyes sparkling as she changed the subject.
“Oh! The children have arrived.”
‘Sigh… All I wanted to do a week ago was sincerely apologize for an accidental assault.’
Philip had been such a refined and handsome supporting character in the original story—I never expected him to bring up marital matters right here and now.
Referring, of course, to my first experience, which happened so haphazardly. Though this body’s first time certainly wasn’t mine.
Because of that, I didn’t even want to believe I’d been reincarnated—I just slept for days…
If I were to quietly share my private thoughts about that night, I’d have to admit he was indeed impressive.
I couldn’t explain it logically, but that’s how I felt.
‘But why ask so bluntly? Turns out he’s a pervert?’
I feigned ignorance in shock.
‘He must be crazy. No matter how much of a villainess I am, there are people around right now…’
Yet Philip, utterly oblivious, pressed further into that embarrassing topic.
He even pointed openly with his eyes toward his lower half.
Pervert! Insane!
‘When in doubt, bluntness is best.’
I had no choice but to blurt out the words I’d meant to keep locked inside.
I immediately regretted it, remembering the economic sanctions Philip would impose on me after the divorce.
But words once spoken are like a bus that’s already left the station.
It was obvious at a glance how dumbfounded Philip was.
Of course, I understood. In the original story, Ellen had clung to Philip with every possible coquettish act.
But Philip hadn’t so much as blinked at that Ellen.
It would be nice to improve things with Philip, but according to the original setting, winning his heart through coquetry was impossible.
The more she tried, the further he’d drift away.
Therefore, I shouldn’t cling to improving my relationship with Philip; instead, I mustn’t treat the children cruelly.
In my judgment, that was the best course—and it required nothing more than staying put.
‘Right. If I stay quiet, I’ll at least get a passing grade. From now on, no more talking to Philip.’
To signal he shouldn’t speak to me further, I first waved my hand dismissively.
Then, to divert his attention, I pointed toward the carriage that had just come into view.
“Oh! The children have arrived.”
Since there was still some distance between us and the carriage, I called over the maid standing ahead.
With the maid nearby, Philip wouldn’t be able to continue that line of conversation.
“How’s my hair? Is my outfit neat and tidy?”
The maid hurried over, eyes wide, and quickly inspected my hair and attire.
“Yes, madam. You’re more beautiful than anyone else.”
I felt Philip’s gaze on the back of my head.
Soon, he let out a small sigh through his nose and fixed his eyes forward again.
I straightened my posture once more, and the maid swiftly returned to her place.
Soon, a carriage drawn by four white horses stopped gracefully before us.
The carriage door opened, and Marlboro stepped out first.
His golden hair, swept softly back, was striking as he immediately reached to escort his wife alighting from the carriage.
His bright, white smile directed at Laila, his princely bearing obvious to anyone, and his broad, straight shoulders—
Yet I felt no spontaneous admiration.
Perhaps because Philip was the first I’d seen, my eyes seemed filtered through some “relativity squid theory.”
Marlboro was handsome, yes, but to me he was just a fresh-faced sixteen-year-old boy.
But the moment I saw Laila, her gaze lowered toward the ground as she stepped from the carriage, I covered my gaping mouth with both hands in sheer awe.
‘Good heavens! Oh my goodness!’
Her neatly braided lavender hair swayed luxuriantly.
Her long, thick eyelashes lifted, revealing kind and clear eyes turned toward us.
Her eyes, the same hue as her hair, conveyed calm elegance even at first glance.
‘What on earth is this!’
Could it be because she’s the female lead? Laila seemed less human, more goddess.
‘Such a beautiful female lead is my daughter-in-law!’
Goodness—seeing her in person made it clear just how terribly Ellen had erred.
No matter the novel’s setup, how could anyone mistreat such a lovely, adorable female lead?
I quickly calculated how much time I’d have left with Laila.
Laila would eat all the sweet potatoes Ellen prepared for her buffet and head to the royal palace in about six months.
And I’d only see her in person at the mansion for a mere hundred days.
‘Wait—since a week has already passed, that leaves ninety-three days.’
It was regrettable that I’d only get to spend such a short time with such a lovable child.
‘My pretty daughter-in-law. From now on, I’ll pour nothing but sparkling cider for you.’
As I made that resolution, Laila met my eyes—and flinched, her face turning pale.
It wasn’t surprising. Ellen had treated Laila abominably beyond measure.
Private insults, physical abuse—and even forged love letters sent to Marlboro through a private investigator,
making it seem as if each had a secret lover. Ellen had tried to drive a wedge between the soon-to-be-married couple.
She’d even torn Laila’s wedding dress hem in front of the king to humiliate her.
Fortunately, Philip had caught on first, rendering all her schemes useless.
According to the original plot, right at this moment, I’d send Philip and Marlboro ahead, claiming my prepared tea was getting cold,
then viciously nitpick Laila’s perfectly proper behavior until she cried her eyes dry,
scolding her for her appalling attitude toward her mother-in-law.
Of course, the maid would later tell Marlboro, and Ellen would steadily accumulate hostility points in his heart.
‘But rest easy now, Marlboro.’
I have no intention of faithfully following the original story with its death flags planted everywhere.
I’ll gobble up the original plot myself.
Even if it breaks plausibility, I’ll absolutely find my own way to survive!
When Laila’s small shoulders began trembling, Marlboro called out to her.
“Laila?”
At his gentle whisper, Laila barely managed a reply in a voice as sweet as a songbird’s.
“Yes… y-yes.”
Yet she still looked utterly cowed.
I didn’t need words to understand—Laila was deeply afraid of me, her mother-in-law.
‘The old mother-in-law is gone. Live confidently, female lead.’
I placed both hands over my heart and took a deep breath.
‘I know what I’m about to do will seem over-the-top…’
But recalling the original story, this was precisely the right moment to send them a strong message about how I’d conduct myself from now on.
I stepped forward boldly, spread my arms wide, and embraced the intimidated Laila.
“Welcome to See World!”
“……!”
Laila flinched.
The woman who’d once seemed ready to kill her was now greeting her with open arms—it must have felt incredibly awkward, insincere, and cringeworthy.
I felt exactly the same way.
Under normal circumstances, this would’ve been enough to kick my blankets all night.
But to survive well from now on, I had no choice.
‘Now is the time to be shameless above all else.’
I forced myself to ignore the urge to crawl into a mousehole and expressed my goodwill even more grandly.
“Come in, my dear daughter-in-law!”
“…….”
“…….”
At that moment, a silence descended—as if the apocalypse had swept across the world.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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.
Philip’s fists had already struck Alexandre’s face and abdomen in rapid successi
Ha! Instead of covering up Eileen’s actions, Philip added firewood to the fire. But the prince really deserves to be beaten. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ – ˵ ) ✧
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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