Wishing My Husband Dead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“It’s so quiet and pleasant without that woman around.”
After about two days, Leonard was thoroughly satisfied with his peaceful daily life.
But by the third and fourth days, everything suddenly started getting on his nerves.
“Close the curtains. It’s too bright.”
“Huh? But just a moment ago you said the room was gloomy and ordered me to open them…”
“Did you not hear me say to close the curtains?”
“…Yes, my lord.”
Leonard kept changing his orders back and forth like a grumpy old man.
Because of that, the servants were the only ones suffering.
“Four days should be plenty.”
“What?”
“How long do I have to wait?”
He grumbled toward the empty air.
He had expected to feel relieved after the person who’d been bothering him every day disappeared—but instead, he felt irritated.
Cordelia’s face forcing a smile at the end flashed through his mind, and Leonard kicked the blanket off sharply.
“Hey, you. Come here and help me up. I’ll take some air in the garden.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Leonard went outside, leaning on a servant, partly to clear his head.
Compared to the Atirai main house, the Abrams garden was more like a quaint little vegetable patch(?), but it was still fairly nice.
As he strolled slowly under the pleasantly warm sun, a maidservant standing in the distance froze the moment she saw Leonard.
When Leonard reached her, the maid blocked his path with an extremely troubled expression.
“What’s this? Step aside.”
“I’m sorry, my lord. The dowager lady and Countess Dalia are having tea just ahead.”
Normally, he would have simply gone around them—but he sensed something unsettling.
“So what? Unless you’ve gone mad, how dare you block my way?”
Under his icy command, the maid finally stepped aside.
A little farther on, an astonishing scene unfolded in a small patio. At that moment, Leonard understood why the maid had looked so uneasy.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Oh my. Craig. Are you well enough to wander around like this now?”
“I don’t think you’ve answered my question yet.”
He spoke, staring at Cordelia, who stood drenched in wine.
Seeing Leonard arrive, Cordelia flinched in surprise and quickly averted her eyes.
“Well, we’re just giving her etiquette lessons.”
Helena replied with astonishing composure.
“Etiquette? Does this household teach manners by pouring wine over people’s heads?”
“Craig, don’t worry about it. She had it coming. You should’ve seen how brazenly she behaves toward Mother. By the way, I’m still angry with you.”
“Hah.”
“But if you hunt with me later, I’ll forgive you.”
Unaware of Leonard’s frozen, cold expression, Lily linked her arm through his and smiled sweetly.
“Oh dear, Lily. You’re still unwell—how can you talk about hunting? What if you catch a cold?”
“It’s fine. I’ll just wear the new fur coat.”
Mother and daughter chatted amicably and laughed together. Cordelia wasn’t even part of their conversation.
The maids nearby showed no sign of surprise, as if they were used to this situation.
Leonard knew Cordelia was being ignored in this household—but he hadn’t realized it was this bad.
Instantly, his head cleared. He roughly pulled his arm away from Lily, who clung to him, and spoke.
“So, lowborn blood really can’t be hidden, can it?”
“What? Who are you talking to like that?”
“Who else? Who here has such base blood?”
He glared alternately at Helena and Lily with contempt in his eyes. Helena’s face immediately flushed red.
“I’ll overlook your rudeness this once. Now leave, Craig.”
“Rudeness? Who do you think you are, ordering me around? Does this rootless house even know proper hierarchy?”
As the situation grew tense, Cordelia quickly stepped between them.
His standing was already precarious due to rumors of him being simple-minded—antagonizing Helena now would bring no good.
Cordelia weakly tugged at Leonard’s sleeve.
“Craig, please, let’s go inside.”
“Why are you even in this state? Hmph. Fine. We’ll talk later.”
“My lady, Craig has only just gotten out of bed and is still quite unwell. Please forgive him.”
“Forgiveness? That woman ought to be begging for it—not you.”
“That woman? Craig! I am your mother and the mistress of House Abrams! How dare you speak to me with such insolence…!”
Despite Cordelia’s mediation, Leonard paid her no mind. Instead, he pushed her behind him and stepped forward.
“The mistress? Do you really think you have the right to call yourself mistress of House Abrams?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The previous count—your husband—died, and you immediately siphoned the estate’s funds behind everyone’s backs.”
“Wha—what?”
“And yet you shamelessly summon young servants to your bed and still call yourself the mistress? Or is that the expected virtue of a mistress in this estate?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
Helena’s face turned as pale as milk. Cordelia looked back and forth between Helena and Leonard in shock.
Lily stammered, utterly startled.
“C-Craig! What on earth are you saying? Mother would never do something like that!”
“Still don’t understand? I’m saying this woman secretly stole Abrams’ wealth and engaged in filthy acts with the servants. Your mother.”
Leonard pointed at Helena and openly sneered.
The nearby servants began murmuring restlessly. Noticing this, Helena quickly composed herself and ordered a nearby servant.
“Who’s spreading such absurd rumors! He must’ve lost his mind after nearly dying. James! Escort Craig to his room immediately. Hurry!”
A young servant named James hesitantly approached Craig.
“M-my lord. Allow me to escort you back to your room.”
“Ken, Renald, Charles, Edward.”
“……”
“Those were the men who’ve been in your bed… Should I call more names?”
Helena’s lips trembled violently. Leonard, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm.
She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said,
“It seems your mind still isn’t right. Only someone delusional would spout such ridiculous lies.”
“Huh. Why would I bother lying about something that’ll be exposed so easily? I’ve already tracked down all the servants you consorted with and locked them in the dungeon. Want me to bring them here? Maybe seeing their faces will jog your memory.”
“Nonsense! Those men have already left this country…!”
Helena hastily retorted—then suddenly froze, belatedly realizing what she’d just said. The air around them turned icy.
“No! No! This is all Craig’s scheme! He’s trying to drive me out with these ridiculous lies!”
“When you get old, quietly retire to the back rooms. If you cross my path one more time, I’ll send you off to the wastelands.”
“You… how dare you… how…!”
“James.”
Leonard spoke coldly to the servant who’d come to restrain him.
“Mother seems unwell. Escort her to her room. Now.”
“…Yes, my lord.”
His voice was astonishingly authoritative.
The servant didn’t even dare consider disobeying Leonard.
Two servants turned toward Helena and, without hesitation, grabbed her arms.
“Let go of me! How dare you! Release me at once!”
“I’m sorry, my lady.”
Servants were keenly aware of shifts in power. Instinctively, they already knew who would soon rule this household.
“I am the mistress of this house—not that dissolute brat! Do you know what I’ve done to build this family!”
Helena resisted fiercely, but she couldn’t overpower the strength of grown men.
Lily stared blankly at Helena’s retreating figure, then hurried after her.
Everything passed like a storm.
Even the nearby maidservants had withdrawn, leaving only Leonard and Cordelia. Cordelia looked toward where Helena had disappeared and asked,
“Will this really be alright? The dowager lady won’t stay quiet…”
“Why are you drenched in wine?”
“It’s nothing. She’s just taking out her anger on me as usual.”
“What anger?”
“Apparently, after Lily got kicked out of your room that day, she complained to the dowager lady. She’s just using that as an excuse.”
She spoke as if it were nothing. That was Cordelia’s way of protecting herself.
All this harassment meant nothing—so there was no reason to be hurt.
“I’m fine.”
Cordelia smiled to reassure him.
He had, in his own way, protected her. She didn’t know his intentions, but she was genuinely grateful that Leonard had stood up for her.
Yet the moment their eyes met, Cordelia instinctively hunched her shoulders.
To anyone, Leonard clearly looked furious.
‘Why is he angry…?’
“Are you an idiot? Don’t you have any pride?”
“Huh?”
Caught off guard by his cold sarcasm, Cordelia froze. Leonard looked at her soaked hair and said,
“Do you really think they’ll give you extra money when you leave if you keep groveling like this to please them?”
“……”
“Get a grip, Cordelia Vasquez. No matter how desperately you crawl, nothing will change.”
Crawl.
It was a dagger to her heart. Every moment she’d endured in this household, forcing smiles, felt belittled.
‘It’s okay. It’s okay.’
She tried, as always, to smile through the discomfort and hold back her pain.
“That’s… rather harsh.”
“You’re a Vasquez—one of the Sacred Eight Houses. Do you really need to bow your head so meekly?”
“……”
“So stop lowering your head like a fool…”
“What do you know about me to talk to me like that?”
In that instant, Cordelia’s long-held patience finally snapped.
She’d been able to endure Helena’s insults—but for some reason, every word Leonard spoke pierced her heart like a sharp blade.
“Crawl? Of course that’s how it looks to you. Why live so meekly? Don’t you have any pride?”
“…Wait. I just…”
“What do you know about my life to speak to me like that?”
Cordelia stared straight into Leonard’s eyes. She was so angry that her mind had gone coldly clear.
Leonard opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t utter a word.
“My own father sold me into this hell for a few coins! He told me never to return, even as a corpse! What was I supposed to do? Do you even know how a woman born into a fallen house is supposed to live and die? No, you don’t!”
For the first time, she screamed at him. Her voice was tangled with so many emotions she couldn’t even decipher what she truly felt.
“Of course you wouldn’t know. You were born with everything. Blessed from birth, never lacking anything.”
“……”
“Do you know why I bow my head so meekly? Why I smile even when drenched in wine?”
Unintentionally, her voice trembled at the end. She tried not to cry, but she couldn’t fully suppress the rising emotions.
A single tear finally rolled down her cheek.
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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Fun chapter. The relationship between all of them is heartwarming.
Laughed out loud reading this, Lord Leonard is very jealous of the closeness of his own student and friend 😭
They are so cute together I can’t take it anymore <3 love the dynamic