My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Why are you here?”
Startled.
Eric’s irritated voice pierced Roje’s ears. Cold sweat trickled down her back.
Roje turned toward Eric, suppressing her pounding heart.
“Oh, you’re here?”
Roje masked her flustered state and forced herself to appear calm.
“What on earth were you doing here?”
Eric’s voice grew even sharper than before. Roje closed the window with a firm *click* and offered him a smile.
“The wind was blowing hard. I thought I should close it.”
She had nearly been caught.
The moment Roje heard the doorknob turn, she immediately swept all the documents off the desk onto the floor and grabbed the window.
So that whoever entered would only see someone picking up scattered papers and closing the window.
Roje had never realized she possessed such quick reflexes.
She steadied her racing heart as best she could and looked at Eric with an expression of complete innocence.
Seeing Eric frown as he stared at her, Roje’s lips went dry.
‘Please buy it.’
Her fingertips trembled. To hide her shaking hands, she clasped them together and gave him a bright smile.
Though her legs felt like jelly, she knew showing any sign of panic would only fuel Eric’s suspicion.
She forced strength into her legs and spoke gently.
“The papers all fell down. Let me help you.”
Roje reached toward the scattered documents on the floor. Eric strode over in one step and sharply slapped her hand away.
*Slap.*
Eric forcefully pushed Roje’s hand aside.
“Oh, I’m sorry. They must be important documents.”
Roje covered the back of her right hand and spoke with feigned surprise. A numb sting rose over her knuckles, and soon her hand began turning red and swollen.
Eric gathered the fallen papers, then looked at Roje. He’d only pushed her hand lightly, yet it had already swollen so badly.
“Did you see them?”
But instead of asking if she was alright, all that came from his mouth was whether she’d read the documents.
“The documents?”
“Yes.”
“No, the moment I came in, the papers fell, so I was trying to close the window first.”
“Why did you enter the study without permission? What reason could you possibly have to come in here?”
Though the situation was suspicious, to Eric, Roje was merely a dull-witted woman—nothing more, nothing less. Setting aside his doubts, he scolded her for entering his study.
“I didn’t know I needed permission. The butler told me you’d said I could use it whenever I wanted.”
“He told you that?”
“Yes.”
At Roje’s words, Eric frowned and asked again.
“Did the butler really say that? I can’t understand why he’d let you wander in here at will without even properly asking me first. Ridiculous.”
“Oh, I take my private lessons here. Didn’t you know?”
At Roje’s words, Eric’s eyebrows twitched.
Private lessons? Since when…?
As Eric tried to recall, a vague conversation with the butler resurfaced in his memory.
‘The Countess wishes to take private lessons.’
‘Let her do as she pleases.’
‘Then whom shall I hire as her tutor? I’ve prepared a few can—’
‘Handle it yourself. Don’t keep bothering me with every little detail.’
After that, the butler had come to him several more times, and each time Eric had raised his voice at him.
‘Do you even understand what “handle it yourself” means?’
‘My apologies.’
‘I don’t care what Roje does—just deal with it yourself.’
Remembering the conversation, Eric sighed wearily. He’d only left the documents here briefly, assuming no one else would enter.
Yet now he worried Roje might have glimpsed the papers. After all, they contained matters concerning the Former Emperor, the Former Empress, the Grand Duke, and even Roje’s own Serbiat family.
‘No matter how dull she is, I can’t let her see this.’
“Don’t even set foot near the study again.”
He spoke coldly to Roje. Her heart grew anxious—if she couldn’t come here anymore, she’d lose her chance to secretly read those documents.
Roje’s large eyes welled up as she spoke.
“Then… my lord… where should I take my lessons from now on?”
Eric frowned at Roje’s feigned tears.
He was particularly weak against crying. No matter how harshly he treated Roje, the moment she shed tears, he’d inevitably give in completely and do as she asked.
Of course, that effect was only temporary.
Roje squeezed out tears by force, believing Eric would react just as he did in the novel.
‘Ugh… why won’t the tears come?’
Shedding tears like a tragic heroine proved far harder than she’d imagined.
“You…”
Was her plan working? Eric slowly approached Roje, who was barely managing to squeeze out a few tears. He gently cupped her face and stared intently into her eyes.
“What’s wrong with you? Why suddenly ‘my lord’? Just call me Eric like you always do.”
Taken aback by Eric’s unexpected words, Roje flinched. Now that she thought about it, the heroine in the novel always affectionately called the loathsome count “Eric.”
In contrast, Roje, while reading the book, had always cursed him as “that loathsome count,” so calling him “Eric” felt extremely unnatural.
“E-Eric…”
Flustered, even her tears dried up as Roje awkwardly called his name. The count stared at her blinking eyes with a strange look.
“…You seem awfully unfamiliar today. I’ll see you later, then. You should probably rest until dinner.”
“Oh, then the study…!”
“Didn’t you hear me? Don’t even think about entering.”
*Bang.*
Eric shoved Roje out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Left alone in the hallway, Roje sighed deeply and muttered to herself.
“What about Grand Duke Arteum…?”
She was overwhelmed with worry—perhaps she could do nothing to change his fate, which was hurtling toward death.
***
Evening had already fallen. Roje and Eric sat across from each other at the long dining table, sharing a meal.
Eric was annoyed by Roje’s picking at her food. Usually, she ate well, but today she looked utterly dejected and could barely manage a bite.
Eric quietly set down his fork and spoke irritably to Roje.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?”
Lost in thoughts of Grand Duke Arteum, Roje blinked in surprise as Eric glared sourly at her.
“I asked why you’re picking at your food like that.”
“I’ve just lost my appetite.”
Roje wasn’t pleased that the count had suddenly spoken to her. Why couldn’t he just eat his meal quietly and leave like usual?
‘Because of you, an innocent person is about to die—how can you possibly enjoy your meal…?’
Not wanting to exchange words with the count, Roje lowered her head and ate quickly with her fork.
Eric noticed Roje’s swollen, red hand. Her hand—the one he’d shoved away earlier—looked far more inflamed than he’d expected.
Seeing her hand suddenly filled him with guilt, but instead of apologizing outright, he spoke indirectly.
“How about we go on a trip together in a week?”
Roje doubted her ears at Eric’s words.
‘Is he… really talking to me?’
She stared at Eric with a bewildered expression.
“With me?”
“Yes. That place you went for your honeymoon—you said you wanted to visit again.”
‘Then… why with me? Why not go with your mistress?’
After blinking a few times, Roje spoke to Eric.
“I don’t think I can. I already have other plans.”
“Plans?”
Eric frowned, surprised that Roje would reject his suggestion.
He’d assumed the trip would instantly lift her spirits.
“What plans? You don’t mean you’ve forgotten what day it is, do you?”
Roje tilted her head, wondering if there was some important event on that day.
“What day is it?”
“…”
Caught off guard by Roje’s question, Eric fell speechless and stared at her. That day happened to be his birthday.
She’d always made such a fuss over his birthday before—why was she suddenly pretending not to know? Eric’s mind grew tangled as he struggled to decipher her intentions.
Roje glanced briefly at Eric, who remained silent, then quietly continued.
“I’ve been invited by Grand Duke Arteum. There’s a banquet in ten days.”
“Grand Duke Arteum invited you?”
“Yes.”
“But you’ve never even met Grand Duke Arteum before. How do you know him?”
“I met him at the auction house while shopping for your gift.”
She claimed not to know the date, yet went out to buy his birthday gift? Realizing Roje’s words made no sense, Eric finally saw through her ploy.
‘She’s pretending indifference to grab my attention.’
Roje wasn’t the only woman who’d done this. There were many who, after constantly demanding his affection and attention, would suddenly go quiet.
Eric thought they’d broken up, but they hadn’t—they’d merely been waiting for him to chase after them and whisper words of love.
He assumed Roje before him was no different from those women.
‘How tiresome.’
He detested relationships filled with coddling and coaxing.
Eric decided to pretend he didn’t notice Roje’s tactics. After all, she was the kind of woman who would inevitably cling to him again, even without his reassurance.
‘But Grand Duke Arteum, of all people…’
Inviting the wife of the family that had expelled him.
‘What’s he thinking?’
Eric couldn’t fathom Grand Duke Arteum’s intentions, though he didn’t take it too seriously.
Whatever the man was scheming, he’d be executed soon anyway.
“Fine. We’ll postpone the trip, then. I’d like to attend Grand Duke Arteum’s banquet as well.”
The party meant to gloriously mark the duke’s final days.
‘I didn’t plan on going with him.’
Roje couldn’t hide her displeasure and glared sourly at Eric.
***
At that moment, early evening before sunset. Voices of a man and a woman echoed from a room.
“To still desire me even while spending every night with the Count…”
Unlike the Count, who had black hair, the man with red hair licked his lips as he looked down at Doana.
The red-haired man gazed satisfiedly at Doana, whose face flushed at his attention.
When she’d told him she’d become intimately involved with the Count, he’d spent many nights drowning his bitterness in alcohol.
After all his attempts to seduce her had failed, she was suddenly this eager—it felt unreal. He gently brushed her cheek in disbelief.
Old habits die hard.
Even after her reincarnation, she hadn’t changed her ways, still enjoying a life of debauchery with numerous men.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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