My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“Dance one more song.”
“With me?”
Roje sent an awkward smile toward the Grand Duke, who had grabbed her. The Grand Duke knew Roje felt uncomfortable around him, but he had no intention of letting her go.
“Yes.”
“…I was planning to dance the first song with my husband.”
It wasn’t true, but didn’t she have to use her husband as an excuse in moments like this? Hearing Roje’s words, the Grand Duke glanced toward the center of the banquet hall and said,
“Your husband is already dancing with another woman.”
Roje turned her head in the direction of the Grand Duke’s gaze and indeed saw her husband dancing with another lady.
‘Really, you’re no help at all.’
With no more excuses left, Roje reluctantly took hold of the Grand Duke, thinking she should just quietly dance without provoking him further and then slip away.
“Your form is sloppy.”
It couldn’t be helped—after all, this was her first time encountering the ‘waltz.’
‘I’ve never done anything like this in Korea.’
Having only hastily learned the waltz in the short time since receiving the Grand Duke’s invitation, her posture was quite unrefined.
Roje stumbled as she tried to follow the steps. Stepping on the Grand Duke’s feet was routine, and she’d already bumped her head into his chest more than three times.
Each time, Roje held her breath, stealing glances at the Grand Duke, afraid he might toss her aside like a madman.
She wanted to say she’d had enough right then and there, but Roje couldn’t easily speak up before the Grand Duke—the man said to bring even birds plummeting from the sky.
Roje looked up at Grand Duke Arteum before her, forcing an uneasy smile. His seemingly untamed golden hair gently fluttered just above his eyebrows.
‘I only ever thought he was frightening…’
Though he had a fierce look, he was actually quite handsome.
The beautiful melody gradually faded away. Contrary to her worries, the first song ended smoothly.
‘Thank goodness. At least I didn’t make any major mistakes, right?’
Roje let out a sigh of relief and gave a polite bow to Grand Duke Arteum before quickly slipping away from the spot.
As Roje hurried toward a corner of the banquet hall, a dark shadow fell over her.
“To think you’d dance with His Grace in that state.”
The sharp voice belonged to none other than Eric.
“You don’t even feel ashamed, do you?”
He must have seen Roje fumbling through the dance, as he stared at her with an expression of utter disapproval.
More accurately, he looked genuinely angry.
“Hmph, did you see that?”
She could also hear the whispers of onlookers.
“Poor thing. Maybe because she never got her debutante ball, her waltz is really terrible.”
“I wouldn’t dare step forward with such poor skills if I were her.”
The mocking gazes directed at Roje made it clear—Eric apparently thought her actions had disgraced his own reputation.
After all, regardless of how nominal their relationship was, it remained an undeniable fact that Roje belonged to the Wens noble house.
‘I shouldn’t have brought a woman like her here.’
Regretting his decision to attend the Grand Duke’s banquet, Eric dragged Roje out of the hall.
***
“Cut it out already.”
Eric’s gaze, fixed on Roje in the pitch darkness, was piercingly sharp.
“What do you mean?”
“Why suddenly do something you’ve never done before? And that dreadful waltz—what was that about?”
Eric frowned irritably as he looked at Roje.
“I suppose you saw me dancing with another woman and, just to show me up, asked the Grand Duke for a dance. Stop acting so foolish. No matter how hard you try, I have zero interest in you.”
At Eric’s final words, Roje felt as if her breath had stopped entirely.
‘Just give it up. No matter how hard you try, I have no interest in you.’
The words her Do Hyun had once stabbed into her heart like a dagger in her previous life came rushing back.
Roje could only stare blankly at Eric, unable to utter a word. With trembling lips and unfocused eyes, she looked utterly hollow.
Meeting Roje’s shaken gaze, Eric flinched slightly. Seeing her so deeply affected by his words, he began to wonder if he’d pushed her too hard.
Thinking he should soothe her a bit before she went off doing something useless again just to get attention, Eric softened his sharp tone as he looked at Roje.
“Still… I suppose I’ve been rather neglectful of you lately.”
He fiddled with Roje’s neatly braided hair, then untied the ribbon binding it.
Roje snapped back to her senses and weakly grasped her now-loose hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t I always tell you it’s better to let your hair down at night?”
Eric’s hand, which had been caressing Roje’s face, slowly moved downward. Gently and carefully, he began stroking her hair.
But only for a moment—soon, Eric gripped her hair tightly in his fist.
“Let go.”
“You like this kind of thing, don’t you?”
What on earth was he talking about…?
Roje, who had been staring at him blankly, suddenly realized what the Count intended to do.
She was horrified to see Eric gazing at her with half-lidded eyes.
‘He can’t possibly be thinking of… here?’
Though it was late and dark, the garden they were in was a place where someone could pass by at any moment without it seeming odd.
Yet this madman was already flushed with excitement.
“You brought this on yourself. It’s been three whole weeks without once…”
Eric’s eyes were already clouded with greed. He reached out with his large hand to grab Roje.
“Come here. I’ll make up for all the times I couldn’t hold you…”
At Eric’s words, goosebumps spread across Roje’s entire body.
‘…I need to run.’
Roje thought as she watched Eric approaching her, desperately wondering how to get out of this predicament.
Knowing Eric usually relied on brute force, Roje quickly racked her brain for a solution.
“Wait a moment.”
She stopped Eric as he came closer.
“Not today.”
“Why not?”
“I’m on my period.”
Eric paused at Roje’s words, then irritably ran a hand through his hair.
“You should’ve said that sooner.”
Getting him all worked up only to back out now? Seeing Eric hesitate, Roje finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Then I’ll head back inside first.”
Leaving Eric behind, Roje fled from the garden as if running for her life. Eric remained alone in the garden, letting out a deep sigh.
“Damn it.”
His heated emotions wouldn’t calm down so easily. He desperately craved someone to whisper sweet words of love to. Like a hungry hyena searching for prey, Eric wandered restlessly near the mansion with a glazed look in his eyes.
To be fair, seducing women with his looks had never been difficult for him. Though now that he was married, charming highborn ladies had become harder, it was different with maids.
To them, his attention was practically a chance to climb the social ladder.
Just then, Eric spotted a maid with braids on either side of her head and a sweet appearance. Without hesitation, he approached her.
“Could you spare me a moment?”
His tone was gentlemanly.
It usually worked well with women he’d just met.
The maid’s face flushed as she looked at Eric, and she quietly nodded. Eric smiled knowingly and took her hand.
Just as he had done with Roje, Eric untied the maid’s hair ribbon and led her deeper into the garden.
***
“I’m tired.”
Instead of heading straight back into the banquet hall, Roje wandered around aimlessly. She felt certain going back in such a mood wouldn’t yield any benefits.
Roje sat down near a flowerbed. Unlike the noisy banquet hall, the only sounds here were the chirping of insects.
“I’ll rest a bit and then go back in. I should start approaching other nobles first.”
After all, that was the goal of attending this banquet.
After muttering to herself blankly for a while, Roje gathered her resolve and stood up. Just as she turned toward the banquet hall, a faint voice reached her ears.
“Ugh… h-help me…”
It was a faint human voice—clearly filled with agony.
‘What’s that sound?’
Hearing it from somewhere nearby, Roje strained her ears. And then—
“Aaagh!!”
A man’s ear-splitting scream froze Roje right in her tracks.
Thud! Thud!
The sound of stabbing was vividly clear. Then, as if by magic, everything fell eerily silent.
The man’s pained groans had completely stopped.
‘Is he… dead?’
One moment crying for help, the next—utter silence.
‘I’m scared.’
The chirping of insects, which had once been soothing, now echoed ominously through the stillness.
Nothing else could be heard—only the rustling whispers carried by the chilling wind.
‘He must be dead.’
Terrified, Roje remained frozen in place. Someone had just died right beside her. A bone-chilling dread she’d never known in her life swallowed her whole.
Thud… thud.
Before she could even process the shock, mysterious footsteps approached.
Step by step, the slow footsteps thankfully grew fainter and farther away.
She couldn’t relax yet. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead.
Roje waited until the strange footsteps disappeared entirely. Stone-still, she clamped her hands over her mouth so tightly that even her own breathing couldn’t escape.
‘Did he leave?’
I have to run!
She couldn’t let a murderer end her life so miserably. Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, Roje barely managed to take one step.
Rustle!
‘…!’
The noise her foot made as it landed was surprisingly loud.
‘Please… please don’t have heard that…’
In the silence, Roje clasped her hands together and prayed desperately that the killer hadn’t noticed her. But—
Thud-thud-thud!
Roje’s heart sank. The footsteps were rushing toward her at a terrifying speed.
She might die. No… she would die.
The thought made her body tremble like an aspen leaf. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground with a thud. Squeezing her eyes shut, she curled up tightly.
‘To think my second life would end so pointlessly too…’
Roje gave up entirely, waiting only for death. She silently hoped the murderer’s blade would pierce her body painlessly.
“…”
But strangely, after a long while, she felt no pain—nothing at all.
Only then did Roje sense something was wrong and slowly opened her eyes. She’d squeezed them so tightly that her vision was blurry.
Through the darkness, a faint human figure became visible. Roje gasped in shock as she saw someone standing right before her, looking down.
“What were you… doing here?”
It was Grand Duke Arteum.
“Y-Your Grace?”
Roje’s face, as she stared at the Grand Duke, was filled with sheer terror.
Of course she’d be frightened—it was only natural.
After all, Grand Duke Arteum was walking toward her, completely drenched in blood.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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