My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
A room adorned with a magnificent chandelier.
A woman with pale pink hair lay drenched in cold sweat.
“…So you’re saying the child was miscarried?”
“Yes, unfortunately, it seems a miscarriage has occurred.”
“Hah.”
At the physician’s words, Eric let out a deep sigh. Without even glancing at the woman lying in bed, he turned his back and headed for the door.
“Do not worry, madam. Her condition is improving—she should awaken soon.”
Bang.
Before the physician could even finish his sentence, Eric had already stepped out the door.
“Tsk tsk. She’s still his wife—how can he be so indifferent?”
The physician clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he looked at Roje, who lay unconscious. In his eyes, Roje appeared utterly pitiful. What on earth did she see in such a brute that she clung to him so desperately?
There was surely no one in the empire unaware that their marriage had come about through Roje’s ardent pursuit.
Just then, Roje—until now lying as if dead—twitched her fingers and slowly began to open her eyes.
“Madam! Are you regaining consciousness?”
‘Madam…?’
An unfamiliar man’s voice reached her ears. When she opened her eyes, a middle-aged foreigner was speaking to her.
“You’ve awakened after three days.”
Three days…
She tried to recall her last memory before losing consciousness.
‘I clearly remember the building collapsing on me…’
Suddenly, the ground had given way, and the structure had crumbled down. She’d been certain she’d died—but apparently, she’d been rescued instead.
‘…I wanted to die.’
She was now condemned to live a life she never wished for.
After all, the friend she’d trusted had stolen her husband, leaving her utterly abandoned.
‘…Where on earth am I?’
The room was far too opulent to be a hospital, and it was strange that the foreigner before her spoke fluent Korean.
“Where is this place?”
Her voice, having awakened after three days, now sounded oddly different—higher-pitched and clearer than her original tone.
“Pardon? …This is your room, madam. Are you unwell?”
The physician looked at Roje with concern. She didn’t even recognize her own room and was asking where she was.
“My… room?”
She glanced around, bewildered.
‘This lavish room—nothing like my old shabby studio—is mine…?’
As she looked about, her gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror—and she froze like stone.
Why was there a strange woman staring back at her from the mirror?
Without a word, she stared blankly at the mirror, then slowly rose to her feet.
She heard the physician protest that she shouldn’t be getting up yet, but she ignored him and staggered toward the mirror.
“What… what is this?”
Standing before the mirror was a delicate, beautiful woman—completely unlike her former self.
Her legs suddenly gave way beneath her, and the physician beside her hurriedly caught Roje before she collapsed.
“Countess Wens, are you alright?”
Countess Wens…? They were calling her Countess Wens?
Even in her dazed state, a name from a novel she’d once read flashed into her mind.
She wasn’t usually good at remembering character names, but this one stuck out vividly.
After all, she remembered cursing the male lead as a “nuisance of a count.”
‘…Of all the people to possess, it had to be her.’
Roje pressed her throbbing temples and realized the truth: just before her death, she had possessed the novel’s tragic female lead—Countess Wens—whom she herself had abandoned in the story.
Roje de Wens.
That was the name of the character she’d possessed in the novel.
Roje was the only daughter of a ruined comital house, from a family long at odds with the Wens…
And because she’d fallen head over heels for Eric, chasing after him obsessively, her parents had supposedly fallen ill in despair, if she recalled correctly.
After the physician left, Roje sat dazedly on the bed, trying to piece together her situation.
But since she’d read the novel so carelessly, she couldn’t recall the finer details clearly.
All she remembered was that Roje had been hopelessly infatuated with Eric, while Eric had never returned her affection.
Just then, a maid knocked and entered Roje’s room.
“Madam, your bath is ready. I’ve added lavender petals too.”
“A bath? The physician said I should only take a light shower since my condition isn’t good yet, and wait at least two weeks before bathing properly. Also, my period hasn’t even ended.”
Roje had no idea she’d miscarried. The physician, seeing her dazed state, hadn’t dared tell her directly—he’d only informed the head maid.
At the word “period,” the head maid’s face turned deathly pale.
‘So the physician was right—she might have short-term amnesia…’
Remembering the doctor’s warning—that in severe cases, she might not even recall having been pregnant—the head maid looked at Roje with deep pity.
The head maid hesitated briefly, unsure how to handle this situation. With an awkward bow, she hurriedly left the room.
“…I did want a shower. Maybe I’ll just sleep instead today.”
Her body felt unbearably heavy, as if the earth itself were dragging her down.
Roje began dozing off like a sickly chicken—once she lay down, sleep overwhelmed her instantly.
Not long after, Roje fell into a deep slumber. Only her soft, even breathing echoed quietly through the room.
Just as it seemed the night would pass peacefully,
Creeeak.
Someone opened Roje’s door and stepped inside.
The lights were off, and no one was moving—clearly, they knew Roje was asleep.
Yet the intruder walked boldly toward the bed, as if it didn’t matter whether the freshly sleeping Roje woke up or not. The man stared silently at Roje, who slept soundly.
Perhaps he’d just bathed—his hair was still damp.
“Asleep, are you?”
He murmured, lightly flicking Roje’s cheek. At his touch, Roje burrowed deeper into the sheets, ticklish.
Slowly, the man removed the robe draped over his body, revealing a muscular, toned frame glistening faintly in the moonlight.
Half-naked, he climbed onto Roje’s bed and gently stroked her.
“Mmm…”
Still asleep, Roje stirred, rubbing her eyes and opening them.
‘So ticklish…’
Blinking drowsily, Roje saw a dark shape vaguely hovering before her.
‘What is that?’
Her foggy vision gradually cleared. She’d clearly fallen asleep alone—but now a man was staring intently at her.
“Aaahh!”
Realizing his presence belatedly, Roje shrieked and dove under the sheets.
“Don’t make such a racket.”
The man grabbed her and frowned irritably.
“Wh-who are you?!”
Terrified, Roje glared at him.
“You’re joking, right? Asking your own husband who he is?”
The man who’d entered Roje’s room was none other than her husband, Count Eric de Wens.
“Hu… husband?”
Roje looked at Eric with disbelief.
“Madam!”
Hearing Roje’s scream, maids and knights burst in—but froze in embarrassment at the sight of the two on the bed.
“Why don’t you leave? You surely don’t want to witness your lord and lady’s private matters.”
At Eric’s sharp words, the staff hurriedly exited the room.
Only then did Roje fully realize the man before her was Count Eric de Wens—her husband.
‘So this is the man Roje fell for at first sight and chased after relentlessly…’
His looks were striking enough to make such an infatuation understandable.
He swept his raven-black hair back with one hand, sighed, and fixed his gaze on Roje.
“You promised you’d give me a child.”
“…Huh?”
“You said yourself—you could bear me ten children if needed. Yet…”
Stunned by his abrupt words, Roje could only stare blankly—until his next sentence forced her expression to harden.
“Why haven’t you given me even one in all this time? After three years of marriage, you finally conceived—and then miscarried.”
Miscarried…?
“Don’t fail me again. I won’t keep sharing your bed forever.”
“…Did I really miscarry?”
“What? You haven’t heard yet?”
Eric frowned, looking more annoyed than concerned at her bewildered reaction.
“…When exactly did I miscarry?”
“Three days ago, when you collapsed. That’s when it happened.”
Hearing Eric’s words, Roje finally understood exactly where she’d landed within the novel.
Right after the miscarriage… Yes. This was the moment following that incident.
The day Roje had first witnessed Eric’s infidelity—the shock of which had caused her to lose the child.
Why on earth had this shameless adulterer come here tonight?
‘Could the cliché of “the male lead isn’t so bad after all” possibly apply to me too?’
Maybe he’d come to apologize for his betrayal and comfort her in her grief…
‘…No, definitely not.’
One look at Eric was enough for Roje to realize her hope was futile.
Someone here to comfort her wouldn’t be so shamelessly half-naked. Roje quickly averted her eyes from him.
His intention was painfully obvious—he’d come only to satisfy his own desires, not to apologize.
“…Just go.”
Did he have no consideration whatsoever for his unwell wife?
Without even glancing at Eric, Roje coldly turned her back on him.
“But I don’t want to.”
Ignoring her reaction, Eric whispered teasingly into her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Roje’s entire body stiffened at his touch.
‘I almost forgot.’
This novel was a tragic one.
In the story, Roje had always sought confirmation of Eric’s love through their nights together. Sadly, though Eric didn’t love her, she’d always convinced herself he did.
The original Roje would never have rejected Eric when he visited her late at night. But the woman who now possessed her was different.
‘He approaches like this even though I just woke up today after days unconscious?’
Eric’s complete lack of consideration made whatever faint goodwill she might have had vanish entirely.
“If you won’t leave, then I will.”
Roje pushed Eric’s arms away and slowly tried to get out of bed. But Eric yanked her back onto the mattress.
She collapsed helplessly onto the bed. Eric climbed over her and muttered irritably.
“Just stay put.”
With that, Eric abruptly rose from the bed. Embarrassed by his exposed state, Roje quickly turned her head and buried herself in the sheets.
“I’ll leave myself.”
Eric picked up his robe from the floor and slowly put it on.
“You’re the one who refused me. So whatever I do from now on, don’t collapse crying like you did that day.”
He stated his infidelity so brazenly?
Roje could only stare at him, speechless with disbelief. She knew it was common in romance novels of this world for nobles to keep mistresses—but to speak so callously to someone who’d collapsed from the shock of his betrayal?
After venting his frustration, Eric slammed the door shut behind him as he left Roje alone.
“…They really romanticized the male lead in the novel.”
Eric was even worse than he’d seemed in the story.
Truly irredeemable—beyond recycling or redemption.
‘Do I really have to live under the same roof as that man?’
Roje shivered, knowing full well the thorny path that lay ahead. After all, Roje’s life in this novel was anything but happy.
‘My first priority in this story is to escape being the tragic female lead.’
What was the point of staying beside a male lead whose infidelity was routine, whose family was spiraling into ruin, and who wouldn’t hesitate to raise a hand against her?
On the very first day of her possession, Roje resolved to escape this place.
And soon enough, her wish would come true.
An unexpected encounter awaited her.
***
The next day, Roje stepped out of her room for a walk.
“This mansion is ridiculously huge.”
The grand estate felt utterly unfamiliar to Roje. Still unfamiliar with the layout, she wandered aimlessly—until a commotion ahead caught her attention.
“I told you, I’m not a maid in this house!”
“What did she eat wrong?”
“How come the usually diligent girl’s acting like this all of a sudden?”
“Doana, we’ve had to cover your duties these past few days because you haven’t worked!”
Roje slowly walked toward the source of the noise.
There, several uniformed maids surrounded a woman in a worn-out dress, scolding her angrily.
Amid the chaos, the woman calmly sipped her tea and muttered,
“Why is this dream so vivid? Why won’t I wake up even after days?”
Doana’s and Roje’s eyes met midair as Doana looked up from her tea.
Glancing between Roje’s elegant attire and her own shabby clothes, Doana sniffed,
“…I’d look better in that outfit anyway.”
She pushed her dry, blonde hair behind her ears and muttered. The maids, realizing the countess was present, immediately stiffened upon hearing Doana’s words.
“Doana! Have you lost your mind? What are you saying in front of the countess!”
“We’re sorry, madam. Doana’s been acting strangely these past few days.”
“Quickly—apologize!”
The maids forcibly grabbed Doana and tried to bow her head.
“Let go of me! Why are you doing this?”
Doana shook off the maids’ hands and snapped irritably,
“How dare you lay hands on me? If this weren’t a dream, I’d call 112 right now! People like you need a lawsuit to wake up!”
Hearing “112,” Roje couldn’t help but flinch.
‘112’? Did I hear that correctly?
Such a familiar term—but utterly out of place here. Roje rubbed her ears in disbelief and stared at Doana with a strange expression.
Still uncertain, Roje watched Doana carefully—until Doana’s next words confirmed her suspicion.
“Ugh… no cellphone either. So boring.”
Doana, too, had been transmigrated into this novel.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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