To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 9
“My father surely knows well enough that I have no desire for that position.”
“Yes… how could I not know that?”
Yet in the end, his acceptance of the Crown Prince’s proposal was all but certain.
Only then could Viare fully understand Ivan’s behavior and the entire situation at the cathedral.
His arrogant attitude—acting as though she already belonged to him—stemmed, after all, from her own father.
Perhaps even Viare’s visit to the Grand Cathedral today had been part of a hidden scheme between the Duke and the Crown Prince.
Viare considered it fortunate that, before entering the study, she had ordered her guard knight to stand watch outside the door.
Tonyo, being quick-witted, would surely keep silent about this utterly absurd conversation leaking through the door.
In the past, the Duke had always regarded the endless stream of marriage proposals following Viare’s debutante ball with clear disapproval.
Yet even he, in the face of power, was now personally proving just how deeply the Ruschef blood ran through his veins.
Looking at her father, who still remained silent, Viare let out a quiet sigh.
“I’ve made my intentions clear. If you have nothing further to say, I’ll take my leave.”
Creak—
Before she could even rise fully, the study door burst open violently, and a flushed-faced boy stormed in, glaring at the Duke as if ready to devour him whole, then sat down beside Viare.
She had repeatedly instructed her guard not to let anyone inside the study, yet it seemed he had failed to stop the Viscount.
“Truly impressive, Father.”
“……”
Even at Gaisen’s insolent mockery, the Duke merely observed in silence, leaving the study filled only with stifling, frigid air.
“Are you now pushing my sister toward her doom?”
At his son’s words, the Duke squeezed his eyes shut and raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
Seeing his father refuse to answer, Gaisen turned urgently to his sister seated beside him.
“Sister, you’re not seriously considering accepting this marriage, are you?”
Viare met her younger brother’s gaze calmly and replied in a composed tone.
“I suppose that depends entirely on Father’s wishes.”
“No matter what, this is unacceptable! Of all people—it’s that despicable wretch!”
“Mind your words, Gaisen. Father must have his reasons.”
Viare glanced at her father with an ordinary expression, then asked with a faint sneer,
“Isn’t that right, Father?”
Unable to withstand the oppressive atmosphere thick with his children’s reproaches and criticisms, the Duke finally exhaled deeply and spoke.
“Very well. I shall speak carefully with the Crown Prince myself.”
As the old saying went, no parent could ever overcome their child—and it seemed those words held true.
Though this outcome was undoubtedly regrettable from his standpoint, Viare, satisfied with the result, allowed the faintest upward curve to grace her lips.
“Then we shall take our leave now.”
Exchanging a silent glance, Viare and Gaisen stepped out of the study.
Sunset light filtered through the leaves and spilled onto the corridor windows, while a gentle breeze still clung to the hems of late spring robes, rustling softly.
Back in her room, invitations to tea parties delivered by servants earlier lay scattered across Viare’s desk.
She presumed that nobles, having heard she was preparing a charity event, had instructed their children to send these letters—though likely more to curry favor with her father than with her.
‘Though of course, it’s not me they wish to impress, but Father.’
Viare skimmed curiously through the names of nobles with whom she had no prior acquaintance.
‘Now that I think of it, there were piles just like this before my regression, too.’
As she idly fingered one of the letters, memories of Dension drifted through her mind.
[This is the timeline separator]After Viare’s birthday ball concluded successfully, invitations from noble youths piled high in the Ruschef ducal household.
Among them, several houses even sent formal marriage proposals, which Viare dismissed with nothing more than a scoff, refusing even to glance at them.
As the capital was in the midst of autumn’s social season, even families who rarely left their estates had taken up residence in their townhouses or capital mansions.
Thus, Viare examined the family crests on the envelopes and preselected only those houses whose events she deemed worthy of attendance.
The gathering she ultimately chose to attend was the social event hosted by the Rapiers family.
Though their influence had greatly waned and they now appeared insignificant, their military strength remained formidable.
For generations, they had produced Captains of the Royal Knights, earning deep admiration from countless knights who revered their martial prowess.
Long ago, the Rapiers family had abruptly declared neutrality, renouncing political ambitions and retreating to their estates, causing their family’s prestige to diminish steadily ever since.
Nevertheless, Viare held the Rapiers family in high regard.
Surely, maintaining friendly ties with them would allow the Rapiers’ military strength to support and shield House Ruschef.
Just as Viare, content with her choice, traced a subtle smile across her lips and took a sip of the Earl Grey tea before her—
a young lady with clear, bright eyes suddenly blushed crimson and shyly spoke.
“By the way, did everyone see Marquis Verdeum at the Princess’s ball?”
Viare nearly spat out her tea in alarm, hastily reaching for her handkerchief to dab at her lips.
At that, the other young lady seated opposite her twitched her lips, then quickly opened her fan to conceal her mouth as she replied,
“Of course. Who wouldn’t recognize the Silver Owl?”
The other young ladies nodded in agreement, wearing pleased smiles.
‘Just when I was finally beginning to forget that man…’
The unwelcome topic caused Viare’s brow to furrow involuntarily.
A nearby lady, noticing her expression, looked at Viare with concern and asked if her tea might be too hot, immediately summoning a maid to bring a fresh cup.
Though that wasn’t the reason, Viare offered an awkward smile and accepted the newly brewed tea.
‘Just what about him do they find so admirable?’
She briefly entertained the thought that perhaps this “Silver Owl” wasn’t the man she knew—but quickly dismissed it.
After all, the silver owl was the symbol of wisdom for House Verdeum.
Oblivious to Viare’s inner turmoil, the other ladies continued gushing over the Marquis.
“He never leers at noble ladies like those other young men, nor does he appear frivolous in the slightest.”
“His quiet demeanor was quite striking.”
“But surely his appearance is his finest quality, wouldn’t you agree?”
Hearing their generous praise, Viare’s expression grew increasingly strained.
‘If that isn’t frivolous, then what is?’
He had not only addressed her by her given name without permission but had also kissed her hand without her consent.
In her mind, such behavior was utterly unthinkable—and merely recalling his rudeness brought an involuntary hollow laugh to her lips.
“Hah—”
Realizing she’d let her emotions slip through an audible sigh, Viare startled, quickly masking her expression as she became aware of her surroundings.
But the nearby ladies had already heard it and turned to look at her. Viare forced an embarrassed smile and explained,
“A gnat seemed to flutter right before my eyes.”
The young ladies, initially puzzled by her remark, soon nodded understandingly.
“That does seem likely—after all, it is autumn.”
From that moment onward, the rest of the conversation faded from her memory as though entirely erased.
Her mind was utterly consumed by the image of a silver owl—or was it an owl? She couldn’t even be sure.
She couldn’t understand why that shameless man kept swirling through her thoughts.
Even after boarding the carriage, Viare’s persistently blank expression made her guard knights uneasy.
“Miss, was something unpleasant at the tea party?”
One particularly tactless guard asked outright, prompting Tonyo to stomp hard on his foot.
“Yowch! Why’d you suddenly step on me like that?”
Embarrassed at having her mood noticed, Viare feigned nonchalance and replied,
“No, nothing like that happened.”
At this, another knight shot him a sharp look and gestured for silence before murmuring,
“Let’s keep quiet—the young lady is present.”
Instantly, silence filled the carriage, broken only by the rhythmic clop of hooves outside.
Though Viare now regretted attending the social event, she quickly corrected her thoughts, deciding it was fortunate she’d managed to build rapport with Lady Rapiers.
Still, she found herself repeatedly trying to banish his lingering presence from her mind.
Reading always helped clear her thoughts when she was in a foul mood.
Resting her chin in one hand as she gazed out the window, Viare turned to Tonyo and asked,
“Sir Tonyo, isn’t this road close to the capital square?”
“Yes, if we take the right turn, we’ll be near the square.”
“Then let’s go that way.”
“Understood.”
Soon, the carriage entered the capital square, bustling with people.
The largest bookstore in Arcan’s capital stood right there—whenever new novels were released, they arrived here first.
As it happened to be the very day the new novels she’d been seeking were delivered, Viare hoped to purchase them herself on this occasion.
She instructed her guard knights to wait nearby, as she would remain only within the bookstore and need no escort inside.
They gave a brief bow, and Viare swiftly climbed the steps and pushed open the bookstore door.
True to its reputation as Arcan’s premier bookstore, the interior awed with its soaring ceilings and grand atmosphere.
Today, she intended to buy a mystery novel.
Having greatly enjoyed Arend Lagus’s previous work, Viare had high hopes for the author’s latest release.
Reaching the mystery section, she found this month’s newly published titles neatly displayed together.
Just as Viare, an avid reader, happily reached for a book—
a man’s voice startled her.
“You intend to read that book?”
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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