This Marriage Must End in Tragedy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Whenever hatred gnawed at her insides until she could no longer bear it, she burned her enemy’s name like this. She knew it was nothing more than a futile act of self-comfort—nothing ever came of it.
But she had no choice. Ironically, only this childish behavior gave her even the slightest relief.
Yet now, she had found another path—thanks to Damion de Orphe, that naive young master.
When she told him she would agree to courtship, the man laughed like a child. At the sight of his pure, joyful smile, Ansi was suddenly overcome by a strange feeling—an emotion resembling guilt.
In that instant, images flooded her mind: her father’s dog tags stained with blood, her brother’s coffin containing only clothes since his body was never found, and their tombstones covered in countless scribbles.
Who truly pitied whom? And who should feel guilt toward whom?
In the place where guilt had once lingered, bitter disillusionment now rose.
They were fated to meet—destined by her father, who had died an unjust death, to seek vengeance.
Ansi opened the window for fresh air, then returned to her desk and took out paper and pen.
Without hesitation, she began writing a letter.
The addressee was Elise de Baylis.
A friend from the days when she was still Ansi de Rubelsa.
[This is the timeline separator]“Please show your identification.”
At the entrance of the Imperial Central Library in the capital Felitz, the gatekeeper standing guard spoke to Ansi.
Ansi took her ID from her bag and handed it over. Seeing the name on it, the gatekeeper looked suspicious and double-checked Ansi’s face.
“Where were you born?”
“In northern Oslia.”
The gatekeeper returned her ID and opened the door.
His reaction was understandable.
The identification she had presented wasn’t Rain Arel’s—it was Ansi de Rubelsa’s.
It had been a long time since she last used this ID. After vanishing for a year, leaving no trace anywhere, the name Rubelsa had become unfamiliar—even suspicious. It made sense that he would double-check.
Since she had decided to return as Ansi de Rubelsa once more, she would have to grow accustomed to such reactions from now on.
Over the past week, events had progressed rapidly.
After receiving a telegram from House Baylis inviting her to a party, she informed Damion of the news as well.
She immediately told House Jiden she would resign. At first, the head maid insisted she could only leave after three months, but the next day, her stance changed—she said Ansi could return home right away. Apparently, they had found a replacement quickly.
Thus, a few days ago, she came to the capital with her mother, and today, she visited this library alone.
Entering the lobby, Ansi looked up at the high ceiling and let out a quiet gasp of admiration at the intricately painted frescoes.
It had been a long time since her last visit.
Only nobles were permitted to enter this place—a fact she had only learned last year, after being turned away when she showed up with Rain Arel’s ID.
You only realize what you once had after you’ve lost it.
Swallowing the familiar bitterness from the past, Ansi took a step forward.
As she entered Reading Room No. 3, the scent of paper immediately filled the air. Passing through that familiar, nostalgic aroma, Ansi strode purposefully inward.
At the back of the reading room was a door leading elsewhere—down a corridor lay the periodicals room, where newspapers and magazines were kept.
Inside were decades’ worth of newspapers published by various presses. That was precisely why Ansi had come to this library—the largest in the empire, where one could find a wide variety of newspapers, each with its own distinct character.
Ansi pulled out newspapers from the last five years and spread them open.
She meticulously searched every page for any mention of Orphe.
What policies had Orphe supported? Which events had they attended, and who had hosted them? Whom did they sponsor, and where had they spent their summers?
Hatred was still so unfamiliar to her that, for the past year, her mind had been filled solely with the desire to kill Cardian—leaving no room to consider any other path.
But now, things were different. She had a new objective: to bring down the entire House Orphe. And she had found a bridge leading straight into the enemy’s stronghold.
Therefore, she needed to understand her enemies better. She had to learn everything she could—starting with every piece of publicly available information about who they truly were.
Ansi returned the newspapers she’d finished reading and remained glued to her seat the rest of the time, devouring every article with the intensity of a madwoman, her sharp eyes scanning the pages.
Five years, four years, three years… Time drew ever closer to the present. Among all names, Duke Orphe appeared most frequently—but Cardian Orphe also surfaced occasionally.
New Emperor Appoints Viscount Orphe as Chief Advisor
A two-year-old article reported that the newly crowned young emperor had named Cardian as his chief advisor.
From that point until now, the man had retained the emperor’s trust.
From then on, even when articles didn’t mention Cardian or Orphe directly, Ansi read every piece related to the current emperor—because everything was now connected to what she intended to do.
Massive Cuts to Relief Budget: A Necessary Choice for the Empire
Establishment of the Belgarder Bank Exclusively for Nobles
The emperor clearly sided with the nobility over commoners, and with the wealthy over those who had nothing.
New Year’s Cruise Celebration Garners Attention by Inviting Even the Gentry Class
Emperor Ludkaos Hosts Hunting Event with Close Allies, Including House Orphe
Amid Crisis, Lavish Celebrations Grow: Empire Throws Largest Founding Festival Ever Despite Drought
Moreover, the emperor loved indulging in pleasure. Some praised him as a cultured connoisseur; others called him decadent.
Ansi silently read through these varying perspectives.
Soon, the articles reached the point one year ago.
Then, one particular headline caught her eye. Though it had no obvious public connection to Cardian, to Ansi, it was the article most deeply tied to him of all.
Count Rubelsa Sacrifices Young Men as Victims of His Greed
A sensational headline. Beneath it, Viscount Orphe’s name appeared briefly—he had delivered news of the armistice to Count Rubelsa.
Ansi tightened her grip. Blue veins stood out against her translucent skin, and the edge of the newspaper crumpled in her hand.
Hastily closing the paper, Ansi grabbed another and spread it open.
She already knew what happened around this time. Hoping against hope that public opinion might have shifted—that someone, anyone, might have spoken in defense of Rubelsa—she had combed through countless newspapers.
Of course, some articles had questioned Count Rubelsa’s decision—but there were no follow-ups. At best, they ended with mere conspiracy theories. By then, the entire empire had already branded Count Rubelsa as the one who opposed the armistice and forced continued warfare.
Ignoring the despair rising once more within her, Ansi quickly scanned other articles.
Emperor’s Statue in Goel Plaza Brutally Destroyed
Revolutionaries Attempt Imperial Assassination
As time passed, resentment grew among commoners who lacked status and wealth.
The revolutionaries gained strength, and the frequency of their protests increased.
Yet the empire’s order remained firm—and naturally, it was impossible to overturn.
Perpetrator Who Threw Eggs at Imperial Carriage Sentenced to Execution in Three Days
The emperor responded sensitively to anyone challenging his authority or threatening his position.
‘Anyone linked to the revolutionaries, no matter who they are, shall be executed immediately.’
Five Rebels, Including Marquis Calon, Publicly Executed at Melan Plaza
Even a well-known high-ranking noble who joined the rebels ended up destroying his entire house. Reading such accounts, Ansi took a deep, slow breath before exhaling.
The end was always execution.
Confirming this recurring truth, a twisted expression crossed Ansi’s face.
Everyone who threw themselves against the great wall was shattered—pitiful, sorrowful endings all.
Yet, for her now, it was also the nearest path.
〈You just have to choose—parting ways with me, or marrying me.〉
Marriage to Damion de Orphe.
Ansi had decided to become a member of House Orphe through this union.
Only by bearing the Orphe name could she truly bring them down.
‘For now, I’ll start by secretly supporting the revolutionaries under the Orphe name.’
If they married, she would likely gain access to the Orphe seal. Even if they didn’t grant it to her immediately, time would eventually erode their guard—if she waited patiently enough.
She would hide her claws and slip into the heart of Orphe. Acting on Orphe’s behalf and catering to their tastes, she would ensure both insiders and outsiders saw her as one of them.
And just before it became publicly known that someone from Orphe was backing the revolutionaries—
And just when Ansi was no longer seen as Rubelsa, but fully accepted as one of Orphe—
That was when she intended to commit the clearest act of treason.
‘An assassination attempt on the emperor.’
It wouldn’t be difficult—not because she aimed to kill him, but because merely staging an attempt was enough.
If she, as a member of Orphe, launched a treasonous plot to assassinate the emperor—especially after using the Orphe name to fund revolutionaries—
The outcome would be obvious.
The surviving emperor would surely punish House Orphe for treason.
That was Ansi’s chosen method to destroy Orphe.
After poring over newspapers for a long while, Ansi finally closed them and lifted her head. Outside, the sky had already turned pitch black.
Stepping out shortly after, she buttoned her jacket. The capital’s wind was colder than in the south.
[This is the timeline separator]Trishi Jiden’s face had been beaming all day.
She had rarely, if ever, attended balls hosted by families as distinguished as this.
And now—to receive an invitation to a ball hosted by none other than House Baylis, a marquisate in the capital!
She had even managed to join the circle of young ladies circulating through the ballroom. All that remained was to meet Sir Damion.
“Miss Trishi, do you have a gentleman in mind?”
“I… Sir Damion. I’m certain I’ll dance with him tonight.”
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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She’s just going to embarrass herself. Someone smarter would wait to confront instead of causing a commotion in front of everyone.
Damion may be conniving and manipulative, but he’s at least protective of Ansi even while she is not around.