The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
With a bashful smile, the words Koreans instinctively say upon receiving a gift slipped out.
“Where did you get such an elegant robe?”
‘Oh, good. That sounded natural.’
My deliberate reaction felt quite satisfactory.
Even though I spoke kindly, it still lacked Ellen’s characteristic haughtiness—but compared to the days when I used to beat Philip and shout at the top of my lungs, this was a vast improvement.
“…Yes?”
Laila’s lovely eyes widened in surprise. She kept fidgeting with her hands, looking visibly uneasy.
I probably needed to say something more definitive.
“Thank you so much. I’ll wear it well.”
“…!”
A deep blush spread across Laila’s face.
Just as she seemed about to cover her gaping mouth with both hands, her eyes grew moist.
“M-Mother…”
A smile bloomed on Laila’s trembling lips like a flower unfolding. Tears even gathered at the corners of her glistening eyes.
“I’m even happier because you’re happy for me.”
She looked deeply moved. I gently took one of her hands.
“You’ve worked hard. From now on, think of yourself as ‘the lady of this house’ and live comfortably.”
“M-Mother?”
Laila wiped her eyes with her other hand. Pure joy and happiness blossomed across her delicate face.
Over Laila’s shoulder, I saw Marlboro’s pupils tremble violently. Philip, seated across from me, and Domingo standing beside him showed the same stunned reaction.
It was no wonder—they were seeing an Ellen completely opposite to the one they knew. I squeezed Laila’s hand a little tighter.
“If Marlboro ever acts thoughtlessly, tell me anytime.”
Of course, male leads rarely behave rudely toward female leads.
But in the novel’s plot, there were definitely moments when the male lead frustrated everyone.
I sealed the deal with a bright smile toward Laila.
“If he gives you trouble, I’ll snap him in half!”
Marlboro flinched reflexively. My tone wasn’t particularly threatening, but it was the result of Ellen frequently brandishing a riding crop in front of young Marlboro.
Every time the whip cracked through the air like tearing fabric, little Marlboro would be terrified—and Ellen thoroughly enjoyed it.
She’d regretted that she couldn’t actually strike him and that she could only do it when they were alone.
After all, if the child ever bore physical marks, Philip would surely intervene.
The leftover frustration Ellen couldn’t vent ended up being borne by lowly maids and servants.
“…Ahem.”
I cleared my throat once.
Anyway, thanks to the past, my words wouldn’t sound light to Marlboro now.
“You know my temper, right?”
Marlboro’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Laila glanced at her husband, stiff as a wooden doll, and nodded with a shy smile.
A brief silence fell. Philip, unable to openly voice how absurd my behavior was, turned his eyes toward Domingo, who looked utterly dazed.
“Oh! My apologies, Master.”
Domingo snapped back to his senses and opened Philip’s gift box.
Unsurprisingly, it contained the same robe as mine.
“Hmph!”
Philip cleared his throat, blinked once, and hardened his expression slightly.
“Thank you. But… there’s actually something I need to tell you.”
After a moment of silence, drawing all eyes to me, Philip spoke calmly.
“We filed for divorce a week ago.”
“What?”
Marlboro and Laila were startled—but relief clearly flickered across their faces too. Even though they were happy exchanging gifts now, they’d endured quite a bit of Ellen’s torment.
It was no surprise that shock and relief mingled in their reactions.
“Once the reflection period ends, Ellen will leave this mansion.”
Philip gave a bitter smile—not one born of regret over how things turned out.
“Of course, it’s not certain Ellen will actually leave even after the reflection period…”
His bitterness came from worrying I might not leave even after the divorce. There wasn’t much I could say to that expression.
He had predicted exactly how the original Ellen would behave.
“So I suppose I can’t wear this robe. Instead, I’ll display it nicely in the dressing room and keep your thoughtfulness in mind.”
“Yes, Father.”
A faint shadow of disappointment dimmed Laila’s warm expression, though she still looked understanding toward Philip.
“Domingo, take all the robes and display them properly.”
“Yes, Master.”
The main gift—displayed in the dressing room.
In other words, robes no one would ever wear.
This really feels like the story’s following the original plot.
“Wait—when you say ‘all,’ do you mean my robe too?”
Philip looked as if it were obvious.
“Wouldn’t that be better?”
His words were so absurd I quickly raised my voice. I couldn’t let them take a robe I actually liked.
“You bought this lovely thing for me to wear—why just display it? And why do you get to decide what happens to my belongings?”
At my retort, Philip’s brow furrowed slightly.
“So you’re saying you’d actually wear the matching robes?”
“Of course! I’m going to wear mine.”
I’ll wear this beautiful robe proudly to earn points with Laila.
“I have no intention of wearing mine.”
“I don’t care whether you wear yours or not!”
“Even so, our divorce won’t be reversed.”
“Ha! Who cares? Don’t drink your kimchi soup too eagerly.”
“Kimchi soup? What’s that?”
Oops—I’d blurted out a phrase that broke immersion, desperate to keep my robe.
“Never mind, forget it. You don’t need to know.”
I held out my hand to Philip.
“If you don’t want to wear it, fine. Really—if you don’t want it, just give it to me.”
“…What?”
“I really like that robe. Having two means I can alternate wearing them, which is even better.”
“…Weren’t you hoping to wear it together with me?”
I couldn’t help but snort.
Philip, you may be handsome, but I’m not the Ellen you used to know.
“Why would I want that when we’re getting divorced? Don’t drink your kimchi—”
I tapped my lips with my fingers. I’d need to replace “kimchi soup” with something else again.
How do I rephrase the proverb: “You haven’t even dreamed of giving rice cakes, yet you’ve already drunk the kimchi soup”?
“Don’t go boarding the carriage before you’ve even sent out party invitations.”
Philip looked embarrassed by my hastily improvised analogy, tailored to this world’s customs.
“I’ve never heard that saying before, but I understand its meaning. ‘Don’t drink your kimchi soup too eagerly’ seems to carry the same idea.”
“Exactly. Now that you get it, hand yours over. I’ll put it to good use.”
Philip ran a hand along his neck and looked straight at me.
His clear violet eyes resembled amethysts, and before I knew it, I was staring blankly at them.
After holding my gaze for a moment, Philip lifted one corner of his mouth.
“Let’s not drink our kimchi soup too eagerly, then.”
“…”
“I also truly like the children’s gift. I simply meant to display it since I can’t use it with you.”
Oops—I hadn’t expected him to pick up that phrase so quickly.
Embarrassed into silence, I turned away.
At the same time, Philip let out a small, amused chuckle. It almost felt like a million roses had bloomed—but I quickly snapped back to reality.
“So what? It’s probably just mockery.”
There was no way he’d ever give Ellen a genuinely kind smile.
“Stop staring before my face wears out.”
Just then, Marlboro spoke cautiously.
“Um… actually, I bought two sets of the matching robes.”
“Huh?”
“They said it was a special release.”
When Marlboro lifted the white wrapping, another robe appeared underneath.
“What? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
I pretended to be composed, but my embarrassment pierced the heavens. Next time, I shouldn’t get greedy over things that aren’t mine.
I’d overreacted while trying to respond to Laila’s gift.
“Well then, Philip, I won’t need yours after all.”
I lifted my teacup gracefully, as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps because I’d already shown unprecedented boldness in welcoming Laila, shifting my attitude now felt relatively easy.
“As Philip said, we’ve signed the divorce papers, and exactly one hundred days from now, I’ll leave this house.”
The faint smile lingering on Philip’s lips vanished. Marlboro, Laila, and Domingo held their breath in shock, watching us warily.
“My lady, what did you just say?”
I shrugged at Philip’s quick retort.
“I can leave as soon as the reflection period ends, right?”
“Did I hear wrong?”
“Of course not.”
“You mean you’ll leave this mansion immediately once the reflection period ends?”
“You heard correctly. Isn’t that welcome news for you too?”
“…”
Philip’s brow furrowed again. He looked suspicious.
“Since we’re divorcing anyway, why linger here? Frankly, I’d be fine leaving tomorrow.”
I sipped my tea with exaggerated elegance and continued.
“Oh, and though I won’t be a countess after the divorce, please remember I was once a duke’s daughter—so I expect a proper house. Don’t think you can hand me some cheap two-story house in a back alley with tacky wallpaper slapped on.”
“I…”
Philip swallowed once, took a breath, and asked,
“Have I ever mentioned the alimony I’ll provide afterward?”
“No. But knowing you, you probably already have. Especially since you can’t buy a house in a day or two—you must have started reviewing options by now.”
“It’s true that reviews would be underway by now, but…”
Philip trailed off, as if biting his tongue.
‘Ah.’
Since he didn’t immediately deny it, I must have been right.
They’d likely already started estimating what kind of house to give Ellen around this time.
Or perhaps they’d even purchased one already.
“Maybe you’ve reviewed several options or already bought one, thinking, ‘I’ll choose based on how my wife behaves by the end of the reflection period.’”
When Philip fell completely silent, Marlboro forced a laugh.
“Surely Father wouldn’t do something like that.”
“After all the awful things I’ve done, wouldn’t you consider it? We’ll be strangers after the divorce anyway.”
Having voiced what I already knew, I made my request to Philip first.
“Let me choose the house I’ll live in myself. And since you’re giving it to me anyway, let me start using it now.”
He swallowed a bitter breath and soon nodded.
“I’ve prepared a shortlist. Just pick the one you like.”
“Thank you.”
Philip’s eyes grew strange—he kept doubting his own ears at my words.
To ease his suspicion, I muttered something that sounded like a natural soliloquy.
“Ah, I’ll finally gain my freedom. What a relief.”
Then I beamed at Marlboro.
“Marlboro, you can relax now.”
“…Yes?”
“It’s just… you’ve worked hard. I sincerely wish you both happiness. Live well.”
“Th-thank you.”
Marlboro stammered, utterly bewildered.
After a lifetime of enduring relentless abuse, suddenly receiving a 180-degree reversal in attitude was understandably shocking.
Even I thought the shift was too extreme.
‘But what can I do? I need to ensure he won’t harm me later—even if he becomes king.’
Keeping my true thoughts to myself, I carefully held the robe I’d received.
“I’ll head inside now. You enjoy a relaxed chat with the children. Rest easy, both of you.”
I certainly won’t barge into the newlyweds’ room later tonight.
Today’s garden was a beautiful painting.
Wearing a white lace parasol and enjoying the garden’s splendor, I regretted that I couldn’t capture this moment in a photograph.
It would be perfect titled, “A Noblewoman Strolling Through a Spring Garden.”
Thinking of myself as a noblewoman…
Of course, I knew Ellen was a pretty older sister, but since it’s me now, my face itched with embarrassment, and I giggled to myself.
At the same time, a very soft chuckle sounded faintly behind me.
Turning around, I saw a small, happy smile blooming on Sir Mild’s face.
“Sir Mild, is something good happening?”
When our eyes met, he quickly composed himself and straightened his posture.
“My apologies, Madam.”
“You’re smiling like that—it makes me curious. What is it?”
When I asked again, he lowered his gaze and his cheeks flushed slightly.
“If it’s good news, then it’s good indeed—Madam simply seems in a particularly fine mood today.”
When I stared at him wide-eyed, Sir Mild’s face turned as red as a persimmon.
‘Ah, I see.’
A giggle escaped me before I could stop it. I bit my lip and turned away.
‘Who wouldn’t be a shadow knight? He’s happy just because I’m in a good mood…’
He probably couldn’t imagine it himself, but Sir Mild was remarkably faithful to his character—a villainous henchman who later dies trying to protect Ellen.
Remembering that, I gripped the parasol handle tightly. I couldn’t let such a kind Sir Mild die because of a wrong choice.
‘Right, I need to change the future.’
And for that, Laila’s tea party today was crucial.
I needed to make a good impression on Laila and her friends at the rose-filled garden party to raise their favorability.
‘I heard it’s in the garden… but where exactly?’
I stood on my tiptoes and scanned the garden.
“…?”
But no matter how much I looked, I couldn’t spot anything resembling a tea party.
“Madam, what are you looking for?”
“I heard Laila was hosting a tea party today, but I don’t see it…”
“…What? Is Miss Laila holding a tea party today?”
“It should be somewhere in the garden—they said it’s where the roses are in full bloom, so I assumed it’d be around here.”
“Ah, so that’s what the maids were quietly preparing.”
His words struck me as odd.
“It’s a family event, isn’t it? Why didn’t you know, Sir Mild?”
“I… well, that is…”
My careless question left Sir Mild speechless. Seeing only his cheeks flush slightly, I guessed he was embarrassed.
“Why can’t you answer?”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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