The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“Lady Ygritte! It’s unbelievable that woman is coming here!”
The ancestral seat of the Grand Ducal House of Inkheart in the North.
Rose Temari, the youngest daughter of the Temari family—the most loyal vassal house to the Inkhearts—buried her tear-streaked face in Lady Ygritte’s lap.
Her youthful face was filled with anger and jealousy.
“You said it couldn’t happen! You assured me the Grand Duke only married her out of duty and didn’t have even a shred of affection for that woman! Then why is she coming to our castle!”
“We were clearly told that although the marriage would proceed, no daughter of House Fosse would ever be allowed inside this castle.”
Ygritte sighed, as if equally frustrated, and patted Rose’s back soothingly.
“I warned him repeatedly to stay wary of the South. Truly, His Grace is still too young.”
Her tone sounded concerned for the North—but she was clearly dismissing Lord Darius’s decision as childish.
Innocent and naive, young Rose Temari failed to grasp Ygritte’s true intent.
Ygritte was the lady overseeing the internal affairs of the Northern household.
She was also a respected woman of House Inkheart, Darius’s own family.
When Darius inherited the Grand Ducal title after his father’s sudden death, his relatives opposed him, claiming he was too young to assume such a position.
Thus, during the family council, Ygritte—a distant relative—was appointed as his advisor, tasked with assisting Darius in managing the household affairs of the Grand Ducal seat.
“I couldn’t accept it when Lord Darius married that woman, but I endured it! Because you said he was fulfilling his duty as a lord! But now, that woman—married only out of obligation—dares to enter this castle as if she were the true mistress!”
“Rose, it simply doesn’t make sense for a castle this grand to have no lady of the house. In a way, this is for the best. Now I can finally retire peacefully to the back quarters.”
“What are you saying! You’ve been the one running this castle all along, Lady Ygritte!”
Rose was horrified. The idea of Inkheart Castle without Lady Ygritte was unimaginable.
“I was only temporarily in charge. The true mistress is Lady Anette, who has just arrived.”
At Ygritte’s bitter smile, Rose ground her teeth in frustration.
First, she stole His Grace’s heart—and now even Lady Ygritte’s position. Just who does that woman think she is?
“I’ll never forgive her!”
[This is the timeline separator]“Don’t you dare flatter yourself into thinking the Grand Duke personally brought you here! House Fosse is the North’s sworn enemy—and that makes you, their daughter, no different!”
An arrogant finger pointed straight at my chest.
Golden hair parted into twin braids, blue eyes, fair skin—a delicate beauty who seemed to have grown up sheltered and pampered.
I had just arrived in the North and hadn’t done anything to earn this girl’s hatred. Why, then, did she bare her teeth at me like an enraged cat the moment she saw me?
‘Yet she purred like a contented kitten in front of Darius.’
Hah. It’s almost laughable.
On my very first day entering the Grand Ducal seat, this girl pointing her finger at me—the Grand Duchess—is Rose Temari. I remember her from the original story.
The youngest daughter of House Temari, a loyal knightly family devoted to the male lead, she’d harbored a childhood crush on Darius since she was very young. After Anette’s death left Darius’s position as husband vacant, Rose was even considered as a potential remarriage candidate.
‘Even if Darius hadn’t married Rose, House Temari had already sworn generations of loyalty to him—and besides, the true love, the female lead, had finally appeared, so that possibility faded away.’
“That’s all I have to say. Don’t shamelessly thrust your face forward—just stay quiet and out of sight like a dead mouse!”
In a way, Rose Temari and I, Anette Fosse, are comrades of sorts—both women tied to the protagonist through marriage or unrequited love, yet neither chosen in the end.
With few people and no social gatherings in the North, Rose—the young lady of House Temari—had nowhere else to go and thus frequently visited the Grand Ducal seat.
While other young ladies would attend or host tea parties to learn the ways of high society, she spent her time watching her older brother and Darius spar in the training yard.
In a household with no proper lady, and no master besides the Grand Duke and Darius himself, the staff doted on her as if she were the young mistress—indulging nearly all her whims.
‘In the original story, Rose reacted exactly like this when she first met the female lead.’
Yep—textbook villainess side character.
Just moments ago, when the Grand Duke brought me here, she’d acted completely differently.
〈You must be exhausted from your journey, Darius-oppa! Is this Lady Anette? Since she must feel out of place here, I’ll personally escort her to her chambers!〉
Her eyes sparkled brightly in front of Darius—but the moment we were alone, she turned like this.
Perhaps it’s confidence from having lived in this castle longer than the new Grand Duchess.
“It’s strangely not making me angry, seeing you act like this, little chestnut.”
“W-What did you say?”
Oops. My unintentional mutter turned Rose’s face bright red.
Well, no wonder—Rose Temari was only fifteen. And not just any fifteen; she looked more like thirteen, still underdeveloped.
Even if she stood on tiptoe in her shoes, the top of her head barely reached my chest.
Just how old was she when she met the female lead originally?
“At fifteen, you’d naturally feel like you’re living in a romance novel. How enviable—the springtime of life.”
At that age, you can do anything. So, instead of becoming a villainess, maybe consider another path while you’re still young.
“Are you mocking me right now!”
Rose snapped open her fan with a flourish. Oh, good. A proper villainess ought to have fan-flourishing skills.
Though she’s short on both age and development, at least she came prepared with the right prop. Hang in there—you’ll get your chance to properly trample the destined rival female lead later.
“Are you underestimating me because I’m young? You must think I’m joking, but this is a serious warning!”
Rose flashed a triumphant smile.
“Let me tell you something you didn’t know. I don’t know why His Grace suddenly changed his mind, but originally, you weren’t even supposed to set foot in this castle. A girl sent from the South like you was meant to be locked away in some gloomy, distant fortress!”
It was a psychological attack meant to convey: You were meant to be discarded—and even now, that’s all you amount to.
“How did you find that out?”
“W-Well, I overheard the adults talking secretly… Ah, no! Of course I knew something like that! I’m important enough to know these things!”
“I knew because Darius told me himself.”
Right before he met me, in fact.
〈Please accept my apology—for deciding to send you away without even meeting you, when you were genuinely trying to escape House Fosse.〉
〈Fine. I’ll accept your apology. But surely you don’t intend to apologize with words alone? I’ll keep it as a debt—you can repay me later.〉
Right at the castle gates, from none other than Darius’s own lips, I clearly heard him admit his mistake and offer his apology.
If Darius hadn’t told me this, what would I have done? Would I have had to bite my nails and collapse pitifully, crying, “B-But… I trusted only His Grace!”?
‘Even if I hadn’t known, I wouldn’t have acted like that anyway.’
“D-Darius? H-How dare you casually use His Grace the Grand Duke’s name!”
It’s far more entertaining watching Rose turn red and sputter in outrage than collapsing myself.
Truthfully, I’m not exactly on first-name terms with him yet—but seeing little chestnut’s flustered expression is amusing. She’s still too young to hide her emotions well.
“Young Lady Temari may not understand yet, but His Grace and I are husband and wife—so it’s a term of endearment between spouses.”
Rose’s face instantly went pale.
“My dear brother would never… never do something like that…!”
Did she perhaps go around as a child saying, “When I grow up, I’m going to marry Darius-oppa!”?
If so, Darius really deserves a scolding. In any proper romance novel, the male lead must uphold impeccable virtue from childhood.
Even if a girl he treats like a little sister runs up shouting “Oppa!” and hugs him, he should coldly push her away—that’s basic etiquette.
The male lead has no ex-girlfriends. No childhood female friends either.
His entire social circle revolves around the female lead; his world orbits solely around her.
‘Of course, the female lead might coincidentally know other men—like someone she promised to marry as a child, someone she met at a festival, or an older brother of a longtime friend.’
Anyway, Rose Temari’s anger was, in a sense, justified.
It’s true that originally, I was supposed to be locked away in a remote fortress, never seen as Darius’s wife.
And because of that, Rose Temari should never have had to witness the woman her beloved brother married and boil with jealousy.
If she shouted, “Why are you here when you were never meant to be!”—surprisingly, the magical reply would be: “Your anger is entirely justified.”
“After all, until the female lead appeared, she held the title of the woman closest to her beloved Darius-oppa—so her resentment is understandable.”
Though she herself probably doesn’t realize it.
“Young Lady Temari, I’ve been holding back because it would be foolish for an adult like me to seriously get angry at a girl who hasn’t even made her debutante presentation yet.”
Rose Temari, in a way, is similar to the original Anette—both yearning for a romantic relationship with the male lead but receiving no reciprocation.
Moreover, House Temari is an ally of the male lead that I must keep on good terms with.
‘No matter how desperately she tries, she’ll ultimately be coldly rejected by the male lead—just another side character.’
Thinking of her eventual fate does soften my heart a little…
But that doesn’t mean I have to go easy on her, does it?
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Chapter Comments (106)
What is this? A common cliché in novels. Rose and Ygritte should be expelled. Even the servants here don’t respect their mistress.
how refreshing.
little bad guy, you should be a little smarter.
anette, let’s walk along flowery paths.
💐💮🏵️🌻little bad guy, you couldn’t read the room. you got the punishment you deserved.
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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agustus_orchid
The fantasy world is better than the real world.
I understand your feelings.
Wake up and return to the real world.
agustus_orchid
Even though you are younger, Anette is superior to you in rank.
She hasn’t learned proper etiquette well.
Miioo
What is this? Can’t the hero control a little girl? How many girls has he charmed?
agustus_orchid
Purity is also a sin.
It’s not wise to meddle in adult affairs.
agustus_orchid
Relatives are the same everywhere.
Anette, find strength.