My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“Wait.”
Roje reached out her hand toward Doana. At her gesture, the maids gasped sharply, drawing in their breath.
She wasn’t normally harsh toward the maids, but Doana’s recent remark had been dangerously reckless.
They expected Roje to punish Doana severely—but their assumption was proven wrong in the clearest way possible.
“You, come talk with me for a bit.”
“Why should I? If you have something to say, say it right here.”
“……!”
“Doana!”
Doana stood calmly with her arms crossed, staring directly at Roje. Seeing Doana’s boldness, Roje became certain.
‘This is definitely not how a maid should behave toward a countess. She must have transmigrated here just like I did.’
Roje walked past the anxious maids and stood directly in front of Doana. Up close, Doana’s appearance was quite striking.
Was good looks a bonus for transmigrators? She had lustrous yet beautiful golden hair, and her delicate features were undeniably pretty.
Roje leaned in and whispered softly, so only Doana could hear.
“I think I can explain why you haven’t woken up from this dream—and why there are no smartphones here.”
“……!”
Doana’s eyes widened in shock at Roje’s words.
“If you’re curious, follow me.”
Roje smiled and turned away. Doana, who had been standing dazed, quickly hurried after her. The maids watched them, murmuring among themselves.
“Do you think she’s going to punish her severely?”
“Maybe she’s planning to throw her out of this mansion.”
“But why is the countess speaking so politely?”
“She must be furious at Doana’s attitude. Haven’t you noticed? When the countess gets angry, she starts using honorifics. You know that, right? A gentle person is scarier when enraged. Tsk tsk—Doana has no fear at all. What on earth is she thinking?”
They clicked their tongues as they watched Roje and Doana walk away.
Contrary to the maids’ worries, Doana and Roje strolled through the garden in a surprisingly warm and friendly mood.
“So… this isn’t just a dream, then?”
“That’s right. I only woke up here yesterday myself. And I quickly realized this world is from a novel.”
“A novel… How utterly ridiculous.”
Doana still seemed skeptical of Roje’s words.
“Then how do we get back home?”
“That… I don’t know either.”
In the novels she’d read, most protagonists ended up settling permanently in the transmigrated world.
“Then… does that mean we’re dead back in our original world?”
“I opened my eyes here right after a building collapsed on me. It’s safe to assume I’m dead.”
“Good heavens! What building? Please don’t tell me it was that outlet building in Dokbok-dong?”
“The outlet was in the next building over. Could it be you also died nearby?”
“No. I saw the building collapse right in front of me, panicked, ran out—and got hit by a car.”
“My goodness! So we both died at the exact same moment and transmigrated here together.”
Roje felt an immediate sense of kinship with Doana, knowing they’d died on the same day—and Doana felt the same.
“Let’s be friends. Meeting like this must be fate.”
Doana slowly extended her hand toward Roje. Roje didn’t mind the gesture; she felt that bonding with someone who shared her experience wouldn’t be a bad idea. Carefully, she took Doana’s outstretched hand.
“Okay.”
“Let’s drop the formalities too. We look about the same age now, so there’s no need for that.”
Roje nodded at Doana’s suggestion. Though she recalled the staff referring to her as a “maid,” since she’d planned to leave this place anyway, Roje readily accepted Doana’s offer.
“Alright.”
“By the way, did you used to live in Dokbok-dong?”
“No, I originally lived in Seoul… but I went down there because of some business.”
Roje trailed off awkwardly and gave a stiff smile.
“Oh! Seoul! I lived in Seoul for quite a long time too.”
Doana giggled excitedly and grabbed Roje’s hand.
“I transferred to a high school in Seoul back then. I lived there for over ten years! Which neighborhood did you live in?”
“Seocho-gu.”
“Really? I graduated from high school there—Sae-ae High School!”
Doana burst out with enthusiasm. Roje couldn’t help but be shocked too—
because she herself had graduated from Sae-ae High School.
“My real name is ‘Lee Gyeo Ru.’ My mom gave it to me, saying it meant ‘don’t give up and keep living,’ but it’s so old-fashioned and awful I can’t stand it.”
Doana grumbled, feeling cursed by her name. She also admitted she disliked being called “Doana” by everyone.
When Doana revealed her real name, Roje’s heart plummeted violently to the floor.
Her fingertips began trembling uncontrollably.
The name Doana spoke was one Roje could never forget, no matter how hard she tried.
‘Lee… Gyeo Ru?’
How could she possibly forget?
Her decade-long friend…
And the woman who stole her husband.
“…How old are you?”
It wasn’t a common name, but it was still too early to be certain. Her tightly clenched fists shook, and though she tried to stay calm, her heart pounded wildly and anxiously.
“Twenty-nine. Far too young to die. I even got married young and had a husband.”
Her heart sank with a thud. Her lips quivered as if her blood were rushing backward—because she now knew beyond doubt that the woman before her was indeed her former friend, Lee Gyeo Ru.
‘Gyeo Ru… Why are you with me of all people…!’
Why was this woman—whom she never wanted to see again, even in death—here with her now?
“You seem to know me. Don’t tell me we’re the same age or something?”
Doana smiled obliviously at Roje and then chirped, asking for Roje’s name.
Unable to resist Doana’s insistence, Roje finally spoke.
“…Kim Ha Na.”
“Ha Na? Sorry, I don’t recognize that name.”
Roje had given Doana the name she’d adopted after her divorce, not her original name “Kim Byeol Ha,” which she’d used for over twenty years.
“I was always so quiet and had no friends, so it’s understandable you wouldn’t know me.”
Roje mumbled vaguely, hoping Doana wouldn’t sense anything odd.
Truly, the heavens were indifferent. Why must the grudges of their past lives follow them even here?
Roje’s voice trembled. Though she tried to speak calmly, staying composed in front of Gyeo Ru—the woman who’d betrayed her—was anything but easy.
“Oh, really? I had a friend somewhat like you.”
Doana glanced thoughtfully at Roje. There was something about her demeanor that oddly reminded her of Byeol Ha.
Her decade-long friend who’d vanished without a trace one day.
‘Well, there must be more than one timid girl like her.’
In truth, Byeol Ha hadn’t been timid at all. Though quiet, she’d been sociable and nosy enough to be called a meddler.
But to Gyeo Ru—who spoke her mind freely and lived boldly—Byeol Ha had always seemed shy.
Doana shook her head. Of course the name was different, and if this really were Byeol Ha, she wouldn’t be reacting so calmly upon seeing her.
‘If it were her, she’d probably burst into tears the moment she saw me—the tragic heroine whose husband I stole.’
Doana smirked, recalling that day she’d perfectly taken her friend’s husband.
How utterly ridiculous it had been to see her standing there, silent, tears streaming down her face.
If it had been her, she would’ve dumped a drink on her and yanked her hair.
‘Then again, if it were me, I’d never let my husband be stolen in the first place.’
Doana curled one corner of her mouth in thought.
Romance had always come easiest to Doana.
In her previous life, she’d possessed strikingly attractive looks.
There wasn’t a single person she’d set her sights on who hadn’t eventually fallen for her.
It didn’t matter if they already had a girlfriend or a wife—those with partners were actually easier to win over.
Such foolish, pathetic creatures.
They remained blissfully unaware that their men held me every night, smiling happily while knowing nothing.
They’d even brag about how they’d never find another man like theirs.
That moment was always the most exhilarating for Doana—
secretly sharing love with someone else’s man, right under the nose of the clueless woman.
Returning from her thoughts, Doana gave Roje a practiced, artificial smile.
If she wanted information, she’d need to get close to Roje. And to survive in this world, using Roje seemed like the best strategy.
“So, what’s this novel about?”
Roje stared silently at Doana, who asked with forced friendliness.
If this were the past, she might’ve thought, ‘Doana is so naturally sociable.’ But now, she knew better—Doana wasn’t just an innocent girl.
She could roughly guess Doana’s motives for asking.
‘She probably thinks I hold a high position and wants to befriend me—while also squeezing out information about the novel.’
Roje met Doana’s scrutinizing gaze with a gentle reply.
“It’s pretty predictable—intense romance between a man and a woman.”
She deliberately omitted the word “toxic.”
“Oh, so it’s a romance novel. What role do I play, then?”
Doana looked at Roje with hopeful eyes. Roje, wearing an innocent expression, promptly crushed that hope.
“You’re just an unnamed extra.”
“…What?”
Doana’s face hardened, her voice trailing off. She looked utterly incredulous at hearing she had such an insignificant role.
And why wouldn’t she? Doana had always believed she was the protagonist of her own life.
“Then who’s the main character?”
“The main characters are Count Wens—and me, his countess.”
Doana’s eyes wavered in disbelief at Roje’s words. She clearly never expected Roje to be the protagonist.
“…You?”
“Yes.”
‘So the main character looks utterly ordinary… She must just be dressed up extravagantly. Honestly, I’m far prettier than her when you really look.’
Doana frowned, eyeing Roje’s neatly braided pink hair. How tacky… If it were me, I’d style myself far more beautifully.
Forcing herself to hide her displeasure, Doana asked about the novel’s male lead.
“What’s Count Wens like?”
‘If someone like you is the female lead, the male lead’s probably just as underwhelming.’
Roje stared straight at Doana, who seemed to be dismissing her. Then she began describing Eric as the most dashing male lead imaginable.
“He’s so handsome it’s easy to understand why I fell for him at first sight. The story goes that I, the female lead, chased after Eric.”
“Really? I haven’t seen anyone particularly handsome since I got here.”
Doana remained unimpressed, clearly skeptical of Roje’s words.
“Yeah. He’s a bit aloof with me, but…”
At Roje’s words, Doana pounced as if spotting a weakness, slipping right in. She enjoyed pretending otherwise while subtly belittling others.
Already annoyed that Roje claimed to be the protagonist, Doana seized the chance, glaring at Roje with wide eyes.
“Aloof?”
“Well, I suppose that’s because I was the one who pursued him into marriage.”
“Goodness. Do women really chase men like that? I’ve never done anything like that myself, so I wouldn’t know. That’s so disheartening. Hang in there.”
Though her eyes showed sympathy, the corners of Doana’s mouth twitched upward slightly.
“Still, it’s fine. Even if he seems aloof on the outside, he thinks about me a lot inside. He’s just not good at showing it—he’s really a wonderful person.”
Roje, now on her second life, was no longer an easy target. She effortlessly sidestepped Doana’s jab and calmly returned a composed smile.
“Must be nice—while someone else stayed up all night working and couldn’t even sleep.”
Just then, Eric appeared in the distance. Frowning wearily, he walked toward Roje and Doana with clear irritation.
Doana’s eyes widened as she stared at the well-groomed man before her, then poked Roje sharply in the side.
“Who’s that?”
“My husband, Count Eric de Wens.”
At Roje’s words, Doana couldn’t hide the strange gleam in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Eric.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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