The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“It doesn’t matter whether or not that monster was truly dangerous. Suddenly, a monster appeared, His Grace drew his sword, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere….”
“Anette, you’re trembling.”
Darius placed his hand on my shaking shoulder. Unbeknownst to me, my body had been trembling violently. The monster I’d just seen for the first time had truly frightened me.
“Were you startled? I’m sorry.”
He tilted his head to meet my eyes. My reflection—Anette—was captured in his dark pupils. This was the version of myself I now had to grow accustomed to.
“It’s all over now. You’re safe.”
But that wasn’t it at all!
I clearly meant to protest something, yet strangely, my head drooped down and wouldn’t lift back up. My lips tensed tightly, and only a faint “ugh” escaped.
What’s this? Really now.
After a moment of hesitation, he awkwardly pulled me into an embrace—so awkward it barely qualified as a real hug.
The arms of the man who had just taken a life were surprisingly warm.
“I’m better at startling people than comforting them. So I’d prefer to stop right here.”
Of course. Before meeting the female lead, the male lead usually wrestled only with monsters and paperwork.
He might deliver perfect, ideal comfort in front of the heroine, but before meeting her, kindness was simply a stat he didn’t possess.
“…I never asked for comfort.”
Besides, what was this? That gentle, coaxing tone—as if soothing a child—and this treatment, as though I were some noble miss whining over a common monster.
“Ahem.”
A small cough sounded from behind me. Startled, I turned to see Sir Daniel and the coachman.
“Oh….”
They wore strangely pleased expressions and apologized as if they’d interrupted something precious.
“I’m sorry, but if we linger here any longer, we won’t reach the castle before nightfall.”
“Y-yes! Let’s leave right away! Quickly!”
My face instantly flushed bright red beyond words.
“We truly apologize for interrupting such a lovely moment.”
What on earth were they apologizing for? I’d only been worrying about this inconsiderate male lead.
Without replying to Daniel, I returned to the carriage and turned my head away, feeling inexplicably awkward.
‘When the monster attacked, I couldn’t move even a single step.’
My heart still ached painfully—was it from frustration?
‘If I ever meet an assassin, will I again die without making a sound, just like that?’
Just like Anette in the original story.
Smiling and chatting with the male lead wouldn’t magically solve everything. In fact, heading toward Inkheart Castle might bring me even closer to my death.
‘This is a place where the original story’s assassination flags could pop up at any time, anywhere.’
Therefore, I needed to figure out how to keep myself safe… Yet, as if my startled nerves were finally calming, my body grew languid, and sleep began to creep over me.
I had a dream.
As soon as I spoke, the battlefield’s air shifted violently. A clear wind blew through the space saturated with vile magic. The gentle breeze grew stronger, and I could feel the monsters growing disoriented.
As I altered the air on the battlefield, the people behind me swiftly moved into action.
A figure with a silver blade and black eyes met my gaze.
He seemed to be saying something…
[This is the timeline separator]“Anette.”
“Mmm….”
“We’ve arrived.”
Someone’s touch woke me. Something heavy and warm thudded softly onto the floor.
I must have fallen asleep. Reflexively, I picked up what had fallen from my body—it was a thick leather blanket, just warm enough to wrap around oneself.
Darius, who had been waking me, suddenly whipped his head away—just like I had done earlier.
“Did you cover me with this?”
“I did warn you beforehand that it’s cold here.”
Thanks to that, I slept through without waking once.
“Thank you.”
“If you catch a cold the moment we arrive, I’ll be the one suffering.”
His tone was gruff, though the tips of his ears had turned red.
“Then I won’t thank you.”
Darius narrowed his eyes, and I tilted my head innocently.
“I thought you didn’t want to hear thanks…?”
If he refused gratitude, he’d only lose out.
But soon, I giggled softly. Darius, flustered by my teasing, sighed helplessly.
“You’re utterly incomprehensible.”
“We’ve only been married a short while—you can’t reveal all your cards so soon.”
Romance thrives on mystery. Not that I planned to romance the male lead or anything.
‘So this is the North.’
The main setting of the novel and the male lead’s domain.
Opening the carriage window, I saw distant blue ice walls—the North’s grand spectacle, its symbol, and the origin from which monsters descended.
Behind the lord’s carriage trailed carts laden with wheat and cotton brought all the way from the South. It was a sight more joyful than any grand procession.
With that food and cotton, the North could survive the coming winter.
“My lord.”
“Your Grace.”
People removed their hats and bowed as they saw the lord’s procession—these would be my people from now on. Fascinated, I pressed my nose against the carriage window, watching the streets.
Though they didn’t appear materially wealthy, there was no gloom on their faces.
‘The lord and his people truly resemble each other.’
They endured winter with pride alone.
Hmm. I blew warm breath onto the carriage window and drew a heart on the foggy glass.
“What are you doing?”
“My resolve for the life ahead.”
I liked this city.
‘After all, it belongs to the original male lead. I’ll develop it well and take a share of the assets when I divorce.’
Assets accumulated after marriage are considered joint property, after all.
“These are the cotton seeds I’m bringing to the North—collected since I was very young. I roughly counted them; there seem to be about 1,200.”
Before entering the city, I pulled out a pouch of cotton seeds inside the carriage. If Darius planned to stash me away in a villa just as in the original story, I’d better keep the promise I’d made to him.
“Until now, the North only bought raw cotton—it never cultivated cotton seeds. Either the seeds themselves were flawed, or the North’s climate is entirely unsuitable for cotton.”
Cotton was the South’s primary crop. No one wanted such a profitable crop to spread elsewhere.
“Even if we plant all the seeds in this pouch, half won’t sprout at all.”
Darius’s eyebrow twitched.
“And of the sprouted cotton plants, another half will freeze and die, unable to withstand the North’s harsh cold.”
“Then will anything even survive?”
“Yes—barely. If just twelve out of these 1,200 seeds survive and bloom, that would be a great success.”
“Are you jesting with me? Do you think all I want is one or two ornamental cotton flowers?”
Inside the cramped carriage, his killing intent flared as our faces nearly touched, making my skin prickle.
“Even so, it’s fine. We have time.”
“Time?”
“How long can the North endure the cold with the raw cotton I brought as part of my dowry? If new clothes are made, it’ll last three years. If worn cotton is mended and reused, another three.”
There might be variables—like buying more cotton midway—but at minimum, these supplies would last six years.
“Six years is ample time to conduct seed-breeding research.”
Even if only twelve blooms survive the first year, each could produce twelve more the next year—and in five years, the number would become enormous.
“So it doesn’t matter if nearly all 1,200 seeds die. The one or two that survive will gradually adapt to the North’s cold and become a variety suited to this region.”
Of course, if not even a single bloom survives, that’s when true despair begins.
In that case… I could only hope that by then, I’d have earned enough goodwill from both the North and Darius through other means.
A pouch full of cotton seeds.
The possibility that none would sprout.
Darius fell silent. The longer his silence stretched, the drier my throat became.
‘Surely he won’t say, after coming all this way, that this is fraud and send me back home?’
“I have something to say.”
“Yes?”
Please, anything but “Take this and go home.”
“I must apologize—for keeping something from you.”
An apology? My ears perked up.
Was this coming from Darius, not me?
Did that mean I wouldn’t have to compensate for the cotton seeds?
“I knew the South didn’t truly respect us—they didn’t propose this engagement out of genuine regard. So after our political marriage, we intended to bring only the title to the Grand Ducal house, not the person.”
“Yes… Ah, yes?”
But I already knew that! Was this his side of the story?
Seeing my surprised expression, Darius’s guilt deepened further. It was as if his conscience—as the momentarily forgetful male lead—had suddenly reawakened.
“…As a knight and as the North’s lord, I acted shamefully. I gave no thought to you, who would be sacrificed for our plans.”
Well, of course—I was just an extra.
No one ever considered the circumstances of an extra described in a single line.
House Fosse gained honor through marriage to a noble Grand Ducal house; the North gained essential supplies.
It was a marriage purely for mutual benefit and loss—and as someone who’d read the novel, I’d already known this fact.
“My retainers must be bewildered by my decision. They never expected I’d return with my wife.”
So my surprised expression must have stemmed from Darius voluntarily revealing something disadvantageous to himself.
He apologized for something I’d already understood without him needing to explain.
“I apologize—for deciding to send you elsewhere without even meeting you, when you were genuinely trying to escape House Fosse.”
Ha. I laughed.
“Fine. I’ll accept your apology. But you’re not planning to apologize with just words, are you? I’ll note it as a debt—repay me later.”
He might be flustered by the male lead’s change in attitude, but I couldn’t miss a chance to gain something.
After all, successful asset division starts right here.
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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MANGA DISCUSSION
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Chapter Comments (111)
The fantasy world is better than the real world.
I understand your feelings.
Wake up and return to the real world.Even though you are younger, Anette is superior to you in rank.
She hasn’t learned proper etiquette well.What is this? Can’t the hero control a little girl? How many girls has he charmed?
Inline Comments (2)
‘Remember the original story. Darius belongs to Evangeline Stockwork.’
Why does she insist that Darius would never like her? Isn’t she already defying the original work by changing the events?
‘In the original story, Anette was assassinated in the annex by Darius’s unknown
Who really could that be? If she was just the arranged wife and an enemy daughter at that, who could possibly plan on killing her?
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Miioo
The hero is truly despicable, and her family is also pitiful. The original Annette was sacrificed by everyone for their own selfish gain.
agustus_orchid
anette, use this against the duke for your own good.
don’t reveal your weakness to the duke or the other party.
agustus_orchid
Anette, my baby, should you learn how to use a weapon or self-defense techniques to protect yourself?
agustus_orchid
I don’t like the duke, but from his perspective, he’s making the right decision.
agustus_orchid
Let’s develop the north and make money. After the divorce, secure your future.