The Ex-Husband Demands Reunion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
“I’m terribly sorry, but… Young Master and Miss’s usual schedule is… um… well…”
Sir Mild seemed to struggle to speak, unable to form coherent words.
As I listened quietly, I realized what he couldn’t bring himself to say.
Because Ellen had caused so much trouble, Marlboro and Laila often kept their schedules private.
In other words, it was perfectly normal—even for Sir Mild, let alone me—not to know this schedule.
“Oh, I happened to find out. I thought I’d take a look, but I’m not sure of the location.”
“You’re going there yourself?”
A flicker of anxiety passed through Sir Mild’s eyes as he swallowed hard.
He seemed worried about what kind of trouble his mistress might cause.
“Is there another rose garden besides this one?”
“……”
“Answer me, Sir Mild.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly with tension, but then, with a resigned expression, he offered his opinion.
“If they’re having a tea party, wouldn’t it be in the rear garden?”
“The rear garden?”
“Yes. Miss’s friends aren’t nobles, so if they’re holding one, it’s probably in the wisteria garden by the lake.”
“……”
I stared at him silently, and Sir Mild gave a small shrug of one shoulder.
“There are only three rose gardens—the one here, the front gate, and the wisteria garden in the rear. Besides, the wisteria vines naturally form a wall, offering privacy from prying eyes.”
That sounded like a reasonable spot.
“Alright, lead the way.”
Hesitation tinged Sir Mild’s steps. Though he always obeyed Ellen’s orders without resistance, I suspected he was inwardly conflicted.
“It’ll take more than ten minutes on foot—shall I prepare a horse or carriage?”
I recalled the original story.
In the original, Ellen would arrive noisily by carriage, force everyone except Laila to kneel, and then overturn the table.
Her reason? “I won’t waste tea on lowly people!”—and by “lowly,” she meant both Laila and her friends.
Even though Laila was of royal birth, Ellen considered her just as common as any peasant or servant.
‘Then I’ll just walk quietly, play nicely with my girl, and speak gently.’
I gestured to Sir Mild.
“No. If we go like that, it’ll be too noisy and startle them. Let’s just go on foot.”
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Just as we reached the path circling the mansion toward the rear garden, we ran straight into two maids, each carrying a picnic basket covered with cloth.
“Oh! My lady!”
Startled, they quickly hid their expressions and bowed their heads to me. The picnic baskets they held looked quite heavy.
“Where are you headed?”
“Um… well…”
They hesitated, unable to answer right away. Since it would be awkward to say Laila was having a tea party, I changed my question.
“What’s inside those picnic baskets?”
Again, the maids stammered.
“Sir Mild, go open them.”
At my command, Sir Mild strode over and carefully lifted the cloth covering one basket.
Inside were a large, mouthwatering chocolate cake, egg sandwiches neatly filled with colorful vegetables, a freshly baked apple pie steaming hot, and an assortment of cookies.
Seeing this gave me a good idea.
“These are for Laila’s tea party, aren’t they?”
“Huh?”
Both maids jumped in surprise, their faces clearly showing, “How did my lady know?”
“Ah… um… well…”
I understood they were afraid of me—the villainess—but their constant stammering was getting frustrating.
“Can’t you give a straight answer?”
I deliberately raised one eyebrow sharply, and the maids instantly bowed their heads in fear.
“Yes, that’s right! My lady.”
Perfect.
‘Well, better than showing up empty-handed…’
Bringing something would surely soften the mood—and even more so if I delivered it myself.
Besides, if I carried it for them, the maids could rest a bit.
“Alright. Hand over the baskets.”
“……Yes?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take them instead.”
“M-My lady?”
“The b-baskets are awfully heavy…”
“Yes, this kind of task is meant for people like us…”
“It’s fine. Sir Mild is here.”
Though the weather was bright and clear, the maids turned pale. Their reluctant words even carried the sound of chattering teeth.
I wondered if they really needed to be that scared—but given my reputation as a villainess, their anxiety made sense.
“I said I’ll deliver them properly, didn’t I?”
“……”
“What? Don’t you trust me?”
I gave Sir Mild a meaningful glance.
Trembling, the maids handed the baskets to Sir Mild, who stood before them.
“N-N-No, of course not!”
“T-Then… please… take good care of them…”
“Right. Since I’ve promised to handle it, you two go back and attend to other duties.”
Though I’d only offered to help, the maids looked as if they’d lost their homeland and hurried back toward the mansion.
The moment the seemingly heavy picnic baskets passed into Sir Mild’s hands, they appeared miraculously light.
“Heavy?”
Wondering if they were lighter than they looked, I asked. Sir Mild smiled faintly.
“Not at all. Shall we go?”
The lake shimmered beautifully. So did the garden, overflowing with roses of many varieties.
In the center stood a natural wall formed by wisteria vines entwined with pillars, heavy with blossoms.
Beyond it came the cheerful chirping and laughter of young ladies—clearly enjoying a wonderful time.
“Shall I announce your arrival, my lady?”
I shook my head at Sir Mild’s question.
“It’s not as if I’m coming for formal greetings… let’s just join them.”
I walked calmly forward.
As I neared the wisteria wall, I could hear the ladies’ conversation more clearly.
I rehearsed what to say in my mind.
‘Pleased to meet you. I’m glad to see you’re having such a lovely time. I’ve brought some cake and pie. I hope you’ll build a deep friendship with our Laila.’
It might seem a bit perfunctory, but I thought it was appropriate.
Just then—
“Don’t speak of my mother like that.”
Laila’s firm voice rang out.
I immediately stopped and pressed myself flat against the wisteria wall.
‘Shh!’
At my gesture—finger to lips—Sir Mild also fell silent.
Peering through a gap in the vines, I saw Laila, her face flushed crimson, seated with three friends around an adorably set tea table, while a maid served tea.
‘But I was sure her friends were commoners?’
Yet all of them were dressed as finely as Laila herself.
‘Could they be from wealthy families?’
I didn’t know the names of Laila’s current friends—they were just extras in the novel’s tea party scene.
Due to Ellen’s outrageous behavior, noble young ladies never visited the count’s household.
Needing peers her own age, Laila had hidden her origins, gone out alone, and befriended commoners from the estate.
The novel never detailed their conversations—but it was established that through these moments, Laila gained deeper understanding of commoners’ hardships.
I privately gave them temporary names.
The prim friend with neat twin braids was ‘A’, the freckled one with short brown hair was ‘B’, and the one sitting with her back to the wall—face unseen, but with ash-blond hair tied in a single ponytail—was ‘C’.
Laila turned serious with her three friends.
“You can say whatever you like about me, but don’t speak carelessly about my mother.”
Since Laila was facing the wisteria wall, her expression was perfectly visible.
“But Laila… honestly, I wish you’d wake up. If you keep letting yourself be dragged along like this, it’ll be too hard on you.”
A nodded in agreement with C’s worried remark.
“Yeah, exactly. The countess is truly awful.”
“I told you not to say that! My mother is such a kind person.”
“Kind? Even without you saying so, everyone already knows the rumors.”
“No, she’s been good to me! She even gave me a warm welcome when I returned from my honeymoon!”
Even with Ellen acting so terribly, Laila still defended her—truly, her heart was as vast as the sea.
I winced slightly and rubbed under my nose with a finger.
‘Laila, I’ll treat you even better.’
Just then, C sneered at Laila.
“Welcome? That ‘Welcome to Seworld’? Weren’t you pale and trembling that day?”
“……”
“Come on, if you’re going to lie, at least do it properly. How many eyes do you think are watching?”
Under C’s attack, Laila’s previously firm voice lost its strength.
“It’s just… I haven’t earned her approval yet. People of higher rank value dignity more.”
“Dignity? But you’re nobility too—aren’t you the viscount’s daughter from the Kingdom of Perdes?”
At A’s question, C waved her hand dismissively.
“Anyway, you don’t need to worry about it anymore, right? Rumor has it the count is planning a divorce… People don’t know yet, but it’ll spread soon.”
Laila, who had been lightly gripping her skirt, forced a smile.
“Sorry, girls. Let’s talk about something else.”
“Yeah! Let’s talk about something else!”
B’s eyes sparkled as she leaned forward eagerly.
“Laila, how was your wedding night?”
“Huh?”
Laila was utterly flustered. But B, undeterred, pressed on.
“Young Master Marlboro has such a great body, right? How was it? Huh? Was it good?”
A giggled.
“Is that even a question? Of course it was! Young Master Marlboro is the second most handsome man in this estate!”
B began pestering Laila.
“What did you two do in bed? Huh? Tell us in detail!”
Laila’s face turned as red as a beet as she stammered.
“A-Ah… h-how can I talk about that? It’s just… a bit…”
C grumbled in response.
“What? How boring. There’s no fun in visiting like this.”
Was it because I’d once been a reader?
Listening made me upset.
It wasn’t just about status—seeing the protagonist flustered by extras was irritating.
‘Wait, isn’t she a princess? Why is she stammering in front of commoners? And why are they pushing her so hard when it’s obvious she’s uncomfortable?’
A pouted.
“Yeah, we were really looking forward to hearing about your wedding night.”
“Well… it’s just… embarrassing, that’s all.”
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed. She’s acting all noble again.”
C laughed at B’s teasing.
“What do you mean ‘acting noble’? Laila *is* noble—just looks weak, that’s all.”
“Ahaha…”
Laila gave a bitter laugh and tightly gripped her skirt.
“Haha… How about we talk about something else? Tomorrow, new oils and perfumes are arriving at Madame Hades’s boutique.”
As Laila desperately changed the subject, the girls exchanged glances and sighed in unison.
“How boring.”
B, unable to hide her disappointment, tapped C’s dress.
“By the way, why do you eat so messily?”
“What do you mean?”
A chimed in, agreeing with B.
“Yeah, eat more neatly. Laila rarely gives you this dress—it’ll get dirty right away!”
At their nagging, C grumbled.
“Hey, be honest—you only gave it because you weren’t going to wear it yourself. You said we had to dress properly to enter the mansion.”
Ah, I see. The dresses her friends wore belonged to Laila.
“It’s a bit bothersome, but I came because Laila asked. We’re friends, after all, right?”
B finished the last cookie on her plate and turned to the serving maid.
“Bring more sweets, please.”
Hearing this unexpected conversation while metaphorically chewing on bitter gourd nearly choked me.
‘Are these people really her friends?’
The maid forced a smile.
“Please wait just a moment. The cake and pie will be here soon.”
At that, B—who had puffed cheeks—crossed her arms and legs.
“Tch. If it weren’t for your mother-in-law, you could’ve just held the party in the mansion. Then maids wouldn’t have to carry food all this way.”
A eagerly chimed in, as if waiting for this.
“Exactly! Seriously, the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it gets.”
“I still can’t forget the day I first met that woman. I probably never will for the rest of my life.”
Hearing C’s words too, B clicked her tongue.
“To have a woman like that as your mother-in-law… Poor Laila.”
At this renewed insult toward me, Laila flared up.
“Girls.”
In an instant, B raised her hand to cut Laila off.
“Hey, why do you always try to shut us up whenever we mention your mother-in-law? If it’s really that uncomfortable, don’t invite us at all.”
Sadness clouded Laila’s eyes.
Having seen enough, I stood up abruptly.
Sir Mild quickly gathered the baskets and followed behind me.
“Yeah, because of your mother-in-law, you don’t have a single noble friend, do you?”
Just as either A or C was about to agree with B, the serving maid spotted me first.
“Eep! My lady!”
With a startled cry, the maid bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle. At the same time, a teacup slipped from the table and rolled away.
“M-Mother!”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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This is a repeat of an earlier chapter, not actually chapter 91 – please fix
This is a repeated chapter.
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