To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 1
On a warm afternoon bathed in sunlight, a sharp shadow fell upon the faded mahogany desk.
The curtain in Viare’s room fluttered gently in the breeze, and her hair swayed lightly.
Viare, who had been standing like someone lost in thought for a long while, hastily closed the desk drawer at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Feigning composure, she removed her hands from the desk and received the maid.
“Come in.”
A maid, having knocked three times, quietly entered Viare’s bedroom with soft footsteps.
“My lady, His Grace has summoned you to his study.”
“Yes, please tell him I’ll come shortly.”
“Yes, I shall.”
After confirming the maid had closed the door behind her, a faint sigh escaped Viare’s lips.
“What on earth are you thinking…?”
It had been a full year—since she received word from her former lover.
Even now, Viare had long awaited contact from Dension, yet when the letter finally arrived, her heart sank inexplicably.
She briefly doubted whether the letter truly came from him, but quickly shook her head.
Though no sender was named in the letter, the dried leaf of Densipholia confirmed Dension’s presence.
Whenever he exchanged letters with her, he always included a dried leaf of Densipholia.
‘But now, after all this time, he writes simply that he “has something to say” and will wait for me?’
For an entire year, not a single message—so why send such a letter now? She couldn’t fathom his intent.
Out of habit, Viare lightly bit her lower lip and twirled a lock of her curly hair before quickly regaining her senses.
“Look at me, losing my mind. Father must be waiting.”
Viare checked her reflection, tidied her unruly hair, confirmed she looked presentable, and hurried toward the Duke’s study.
Though it was a corridor she walked daily, her feet felt unusually heavy that day, and her body grew cold from an oppressive chill.
Concluding it was all due to Dension’s letter, Viare gave a quick shake of her head and reached the study door.
After knocking briefly twice, she heard a middle-aged man’s voice from within.
“Come in.”
“Father, I was told you wanted to see me.”
The Duke, recognizing her, greeted Viare with a warm smile and a teasing scold.
“My daughter’s face is so hard to see these days—I might as well visit Lord Ecarto himself!”
Viare merely offered a faint smile and said nothing.
Ecarto was the sole deity worshipped in the Marta Empire, and the devout Duke Ruschef made generous donations to the temple each month.
The Duke had begun venerating Ecarto after his wife’s passing.
He had left nothing undone—seeking the finest healers and remedies across the Empire for his ailing wife—but she ultimately succumbed to her illness and passed away.
For the eight years since, the Duke had loved his two children with all the affection he would have given his late wife.
Thus, even if her father clung to a god who did not exist in this world and made extravagant offerings, she could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene.
She wouldn’t dream of taking away what little solace remained to him—if worship truly brought him peace—but the problem was that he often dragged her and her brother into his schemes unnecessarily.
On such occasions, he usually summoned her only to sit in silence, sipping tea without a word.
Just like now.
“You’re planning another charity event, aren’t you?”
The Duke’s thick eyebrows slowly arched upward, followed by an awkward chuckle.
“…Just as I said—my daughter inherited my sharp intuition.”
Judging by his reaction, he clearly hadn’t even mentioned this to Gaisen yet.
Gaisen, as heir to the trading company and presumptive next Duke, had been even busier than before in securing his position.
“Gaisen will surely be displeased if he finds out.”
“Yes, which is precisely why I’m asking you.”
Gaisen absolutely loathed anything involving religion and had argued with his father about it many times before.
Viare let out a short sigh and quietly looked down at her father’s hands clasped in hers.
Her own weakness toward her family must surely come from him.
“This is the last time. But in return, please consult us beforehand next time.”
The Duke smiled contentedly and nodded in reply.
“Well then, how could I refuse a request from my own daughter!”
The conversation with her father ended more quickly than expected, and Viare hurried back to her room.
There remained an unresolved matter.
Viare glanced around the corridor, confirmed no one was near her room, then locked the door behind her.
With trembling hands, she pulled out the letter she’d hastily stuffed into the mahogany desk drawer.
Even upon rereading, it contained only three lines—more a note than a proper letter.
Merely receiving a letter from him filled her heart so deeply, yet fear rose alongside it.
She was afraid he might not be anticipating this meeting as much as she was.
A year ago, when he’d vanished without a trace, she hadn’t felt this way at all.
Viare and Dension were so fundamentally different that no one—not even she herself—could have imagined they’d ever become lovers.
Drawn to each other’s opposing natures, they fell in love quickly, and as passionately as they loved, they quarreled just as often.
Even the day before Dension disappeared, they’d argued fiercely over an unexpected issue, naively assuming they’d reconcile as usual the next day.
Even though she’d rashly declared their breakup in anger and he hadn’t stopped her, she’d still assumed they wouldn’t truly part.
Because she still loved him—and believed he loved her in return.
But when daylight came and she went to the Verdeum Marquisate, no one knew his whereabouts.
His disappearance caused such disruption to official duties that even his aides were visibly flustered.
Viare convinced herself he’d simply gone on a short journey to gather his thoughts.
After all, he’d always needed time alone.
She thought he must have been utterly exhausted from ceaselessly managing his domain and simply needed rest.
Holding this belief, she waited only for his return.
She never doubted that, given just a little more time, Dension would surely come to her first, as he always had.
‘When there wasn’t enough time to love you, why did we waste it arguing…?’
She had believed you’d return when the great tree by the window bloomed from its barren branches.
When those flowers fell and the lush green leaves turned crimson and dropped, she only prayed you were still alive.
If vanishing without a word was his way of ending things, then weeping herself to sleep each day, consumed by thoughts of him, was hers.
Because days with him had felt so natural, she believed they would last forever.
But the love she trusted ultimately betrayed her—and it was they themselves, imperfect and impermanent, who had loved so fully.
It wasn’t until around the start of winter that Viare, who had spent entire days gazing at the great tree from her window, finally gathered her crumbling emotions.
By then, she already understood—he no longer wanted her.
Realizing she could no longer be with her lover, Viare composed her shattered heart and left her bedroom.
It was said that when the Princess, who had seemed never to emerge, voluntarily opened her door and stepped out, the maids who cherished the young lady of the ducal house wept openly.
‘So everyone was worried about me.’
Only then did Viare realize how much she’d distressed her family and retainers.
Now she had to let go of her former lover and return to where she belonged.
Having already caused them too much worry, she’d promised—vowed—not to burden them any further.
And yet, after a year, he reappeared and shattered that resolve.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?! just tell her the truth!!! 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️