Thus Began Your Regret (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Louisa’s heart lurched at her husband’s unfamiliar, vulnerable tone. She asked urgently,
“You said this morning it was all settled.”
“It was settled, yes. It’s just… I can’t bear another blow right now.”
“Is our divorce really such a significant factor?”
“Of course it is.”
He let out a self-mocking chuckle.
“You can clearly picture the headlines that’ll come out any moment now. If investors panic and pull out because of that, the ongoing project could collapse in no time.”
“Was the company so unstable all this while, and you’ve been handling it alone all by yourself…?”
Louisa covered her mouth with her hand. He’d kept it all to himself without a word to her until it came to this…
“Is there anything else I can do to help?”
“No. There’s nothing for you to do.”
“Ed.”
“Just… give me some time. That’s all I ask.”
Even as he sought her understanding, Edward was firm in his refusal. Louisa’s throat tightened at his stubbornness, but seeing her husband’s pitiful state, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything more.
Resigned, she replied,
“Alright. When will the project be publicly announced?”
“According to the plan, sometime this year—at the latest, early next year.”
“That’s only a few months away, then. So let’s wait until the project is revealed and running smoothly before we proceed with the legal formalities.”
“Really…?”
“I told you already. I want to find a way for all of us to be happy.”
Louisa spoke with genuine sincerity.
She hoped he could set down the burden of her and finally feel at ease.
She herself would let go of his love, which she could never fully possess, so that someday they could both find happiness and remain in each other’s memories as something good.
“Thank you.”
With those words, Edward stood up. If he stayed any longer, something even more foolish might slip out.
But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped. Edward parted his lips heavily.
“Hey, Louisa.”
“Yes?”
“You said it yourself—that our unhappiness ends here.”
At his words, Louisa turned her head away, unable to respond.
Edward swallowed the tears threatening to spill over. After blinking several times and taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.
“Was every single moment… with me truly like that?”
Louisa opened her mouth to reply but stopped herself. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes; she knew she couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice.
Forcing strength into her throat, she answered,
“No… it wasn’t.”
“I see.”
Hearing her reply, Edward quietly closed the door and left.
[This is the timeline separator]Next to the Allen Research Institute stood a small office.
Its original occupant was Guildford Theodore—a man who had practically handled all of Allen Corporation’s non-research operations. He was also famously headstrong, even refusing to yield to the company president himself.
When he moved to a new office in the capital’s central district, the staff quietly repurposed the Institute’s old office into their unofficial break room.
Of course, that was only possible because the president’s tyranny had followed Guildford to his new location.
“Guildford!”
Edward burst in through the door with a loud bang, calling for his long-time employee.
“What is it?”
But the reply came from behind him. Edward spun around quickly.
Standing there was a sharp-featured man who wore even the unfashionable spectacles—shunned by other nobles—as if they suited him perfectly.
“What? Why were you behind me?”
“I just arrived for work.”
At Guildford’s calm retort, Edward pulled out his pocket watch to check the time.
8:30 a.m.
He had indeed come a bit early. Edward closed his mouth, unable to say anything.
Guildford walked past him, who was blocking the doorway, and placed his bag onto his leather chair.
Then he took out a neatly folded cloth from his desk drawer and began dusting his desk with practiced ease. Without even glancing at Edward, he asked,
“What brings you here so early in the morning? The same man who ignored my repeated requests to come by just once for a check-up?”
“How exactly did you marry your wife? Tell me.”
“How else? I treated her well and married her.”
“That’s not what I’m asking—how did you actually do it?”
Guildford tossed the cloth into a basket beneath his desk. Opening his bag, he began pulling out items nonchalantly as he spoke,
“Why don’t you just grant her the divorce instead?”
“What nonsense—wait, what?”
Edward, flustered for a moment, stared at him in disbelief. But he hadn’t misheard. Guildford spoke as casually as if ordering lunch.
“If you’re worried about asset division, I’ll fight tooth and nail for you. I’ll do everything possible to match your desired ratio. Though I must warn you—it’s impossible to give her absolutely nothing.”
“Shut your mouth, Guildford.”
Edward growled. Guildford gave him a single glance before sitting down. Edward strode over to his desk and enunciated each word slowly and deliberately,
“I don’t know how you found out—but no, it’s obvious. It must’ve been Jeffrey. Damn him.”
“I didn’t hear it from Mr. Curtis. Anyone with eyes could see something like that.”
Guildford pulled out a large file from the middle of his bookshelf.
“The staff will be arriving soon. Let’s move to the other room for now. We can’t afford to damage trust in the company.”
[This is the timeline separator]“So you need a way to reverse the divorce.”
Guildford crossed his arms, clearly surprised.
Judging by Edward Allen’s usual behavior, he seemed like someone who found his wife nothing but a nuisance. Guildford had assumed he was merely keeping her around due to public pressure—but apparently, that wasn’t the case.
“Yes. At least you’ve been married.”
“My wife isn’t Mrs. Allen.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
“And I’m not a therapist either.”
“I know. I’m just grasping at straws—please.”
The word “please” actually came out of Edward Allen’s mouth. Guildford was astonished once again—but that was that, and this was this. He confirmed one last thing.
“You must not hold me responsible for whatever the outcome may be.”
“It can’t possibly get any worse—just tell me something.”
This workaholic disaster really was desperate. Deciding that was enough, Guildford started with the most basic advice.
“First, make her feel your interest. Express your affection as sweetly as possible, and give her gifts tailored precisely to her tastes.”
“I’ve given her plenty of gifts already. But Louisa never liked what I bought her.”
Guildford snorted. Who on earth didn’t like gifts? Clearly, this fool had made some blunder.
“What exactly did you give her?”
“Plenty—dresses by famous designers, a hundred-carat diamond. Oh, you’d remember this one: I told you to secure that auction piece at any cost because even the royal family was eyeing it.”
Hearing this, Guildford recalled an incident from last year.
It hadn’t been long since he’d moved to this office then, and he’d been swamped with work when the president suddenly sent a telegram ordering him to attend an auction.
This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened—Guildford had even suggested hiring a secretary instead. But the temperamental president had reached a truly ridiculous conclusion:
Rather than hiring a new secretary, he’d simply pay Guildford extra to do the secretary’s work.
Of course, Guildford hadn’t refused the extra pay and went to the auction.
He’d even enjoyed the rare sight of the royal representative stomping away in frustration, so he’d considered it quite satisfying.
But fulfilling the request and judging whether the gift succeeded were two different matters.
Without even hearing the rest of Edward’s gift list, Guildford asked,
“Not just ‘dresses’ or ‘jewelry’—what specifically did you give? Were they items from designers Mrs. Allen regularly used?”
Edward hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
“I’m not sure. Louisa doesn’t really have a favorite brand. She doesn’t have consistent tastes either—just dresses like everyone else, more or less. If I had to pick something, maybe she often wears darker colors?”
As he tried to recall, another detail suddenly came to mind.
“Oh—and she dislikes hats, saying they’re bothersome. So I’ve only bought her one hat.”
At this, Guildford closed his eyes tightly and nodded. Not buying a hat because she found it bothersome? No wonder he’d failed.
“In my opinion, that’s a major issue too. Do you even understand how important such things are to women?”
He began explaining the finicky preferences of his own wife, Diana Theodore.
“Just because something is uncomfortable doesn’t mean it’s unnecessary. Do you wear shoes solely for comfort? Jewelry isn’t just about size—it changes with trends. The cut matters, whether she’d prefer it as a necklace, a ring, or even pinned in her hair. Honestly, women’s preferences shift constantly, yet you dismiss it all with a careless ‘she has no taste’?”
Bewildered by the rapid-fire lecture, Edward stared at Guildford with wide eyes.
Guildford scribbled something quickly on a memo pad and said,
“Diana’s pregnant, so she’s out of the question—but my sister-in-law… Miss Emily Ernst. Do you know her?”
When Edward nodded, Guildford handed him the note he’d just written.
“I’ll assign her to you. Ask her in detail about current trends and choose carefully. And when you give the gift, be sure to emphasize how much thought and effort you put into selecting it—how deeply you considered her.”
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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That seems nice at least he is trying the problem that he doesn’t know how !!!