Facing each other with alternating glances between the hand and its owner, Riz still looked puzzled.
‘So sudden?’
… her face seemed to ask.
But Riz wasn’t a slow-witted person. She understood that Rene wanted to leave now.
“It’s good to be clear about ending and parting.”
Accepting the situation, Riz smiled and said. But she didn’t immediately hold her hand.
“Just wait a moment.”
Riz spoke and immediately went to the cabinet, opening the first drawer and pulling out something deeply hidden. She then returned and extended it.
“Take this.”
“What is this?”
Taking the sky-blue velvet pouch Riz offered without much thought, Rene asked.
“The money I borrowed from you.”
Rene frowned as if she couldn’t understand what Riz was saying. Then Riz explained.
“Ten gold coins I borrowed from you on Teneur Mountain. And a little interest.”
But it was quite a substantial amount to call it “a little.”
“I didn’t borrow that money; I just gave it to you. As a souvenir.”
“I know. Still, I wanted to repay you.”
Riz said firmly, refusing to take it back.
Rene sighed deeply as if she couldn’t stop her and put the velvet pouch into the folds of her cloak. She didn’t want unnecessary trouble before leaving.
“Listen.”
Riz said with a wistful look.
“The words I said before the fire incident, I meant them sincerely.”
‘Meeting you was lucky.’
“I didn’t say that to provoke you. I genuinely think it was lucky. I will continue to think that way in the future.”
“…”
“I’m really grateful for everything until now.”
Riz extended her hand.
Rene, looking at her hand with a gaze that seemed to say, “I can’t stop you,” soon grabbed it.
“…I think I know why.”
Suddenly, Rene said.
“I think I know why you appeal to cold and prickly people.”
“…?”
“There’s a subtle side to you that moves people’s hearts.”
At this unexpected statement, Riz’s eyes widened in surprise.
Rene loosened her grip on the held hand. As a result, the joined hands fell apart.
“What does that mean?”
Riz asked. But Rene was already turning and walking toward the doorway.
Riz considered asking again but gave up. She felt like she knew why.
She gained Rene’s friendship. She got someone she could call a friend. That was the essence of it.
With a satisfied smile, Riz watched Rene’s cloak disappear completely through the door frame.
For a moment, Riz stared at the vanished door, immersed in the afterglow of parting. Then… a sudden question popped into her mind.
‘Cold and prickly people…?’
Other than Rene, who else fits that description?
Clank.
The sound of the lock being released echoed.
Creak.
The sound of the bolt opening followed.
Two guards entered and saluted politely.
“Your Highness, we will escort you to the entrance.”
“Just wait a moment.”
Ishar said. He was adjusting his coat in front of the mirror.
The neat suit specially sent by the Duke’s house this morning went extremely well with his silver hair.
The guards stared at him with eyes full of admiration they couldn’t hide.
It was hard to believe that such a luxurious and elegant man resided in this humble place. There was even a desire to preserve this place permanently like a museum.
In the meantime, Ishar finished inspecting the barracks and turned back.
“It’s all done; let’s go.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The guards, now regaining their composure, guided the way. One guard took the lead, and the other followed behind Ishar.
As they descended the spiral staircase, the light gradually disappeared. Ishar could tell they were approaching the exit as the shadows became so thick that torches had to be kept lit at all times.
Finally, the stairs ended, and a flat floor appeared.
“This way.”
The guard pointed in the direction while leading Ishar.
Turning two corners, they soon faced a long corridor branching out left and right. Both sides were dimly lit. Both seemed like ways leading outside.
“Your Highness, please come this way.”
The guard led Ishar to the left. Ishar followed without a word.
However, just before turning the corner, he stopped for a moment, looking back. Somehow, it felt like there should have been another path he should have chosen. It was already too late, though.
At the entrance they reached, two other guards were standing.
As if there were a prearranged agreement, they opened the door without saying a word. Then sunlight poured in.
To avoid being blinded by the long-unseen sunlight, Ishar shaded his eyes.
They crossed the courtyard, passed through the arched entrance, and crossed a canal. Finally, they faced the iron gate of the prison wall adorned with sharp spikes.
Outside the gate was noisy.
Ishar realized that this gate was an entrance to the world.
“Wait a moment.”
As the gatekeeper was about to unlock the bolt, Ishar raised his hand. He wanted a moment to himself.
He turned his head and gazed at the view of the prison where he had lived.
Although part of the inner wall was hidden, it didn’t interfere with the view.
‘I lived in a place like this.’
Looking at the gloomy gray building, Ishar thought to himself.
The first few days when he despised this place felt like a distant memory. It almost seemed like he would miss it once he left. But…
‘I’ll never come back.’
Ishar turned away with a bitter smile. Then, he nodded, indicating it was okay to open.
The gatekeeper unlocked the bolt, and the gate opened.
The long-unseen sunlight was dazzling, and the crowd, not seen for a long time, was also dazzling.
Ishar realized that many people were waiting for him. As the gap between the opening doors widened, the commotion gradually subsided and finally stopped.
Everyone was watching him in silence.
The guards pushed them aside, creating a path in the middle. The path connected to a carriage.
Black, angular, and with iron bars… it was an execution prisoner transport carriage.
The carriage was waiting for Ishar, mouth agape.
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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