“What do you mean? Surely, you’re not sending me to the Abrams, are you?”
When the Abrams first proposed the marriage, Vasquez vehemently refused.
He yelled about the ‘vulgar nouveau riche’ not knowing their place, despite being ennobled as earls for less than 20 years.
But his hollow pride crumbled easily before the sum of five hundred thousand ringkets.
‘The wedding date is already set. Prepare quietly.’
‘But father!’
‘How dare you argue with your father.’
‘I refuse. That man already has five mistresses. If it’s about the medication, I’d rather negotiate with Baron Nixon…’
‘Shut up! What do you know, reading useless books? It’s all because of your worthless mother.’
Her father sneered, conveniently forgetting that it was after her mother’s death that the finances deteriorated.
‘Listen to father, sis. You know it’s the best way.’
‘The best? Dennis, how could you say that to me?’
‘It’s because I care. Why are you so selfish? How will you pay for father’s medication? It’s a marriage you have to do anyway. Can’t you do it for the family?’
Her younger brother, Dennis, two years her junior, retorted irritably.
Instead of anger, Cordelia felt incredulous at being called selfish.
Dennis had spent enough on his fencing instructor to cover several years of servants’ salaries. To fund this, Cordelia had to repeatedly mend and wear her torn dresses.
‘Don’t even think of coming back.’
Her father preemptively struck, in case she might flee back home.
“Even in death, you should die there. This place is no longer for you to return to.”
“Father…….”
Sending off his daughter to marriage, her father was exceptionally cold-hearted.
She watched through the small window of the carriage as the house she had lived in all her life shrank to a dot, overwhelmed with sadness, then dried up. Cordelia, sold to a libertine for a mere pittance, realized that day.
‘The only thing I can trust in this world is myself…….’
“Stop daydreaming and give Craig a massage at least. Ugh, do I have to tell you everything?”
“……Yes, Lady Mother.”
“Don’t you dare slack off when I’m not around.”
After a bout of irritation, Helena left the room. Once the door closed, the maid timidly spoke up.
“Little Lady, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m used to getting scolded by Lady Mother. Besides, Emily, you could get kicked out if she’s displeased, especially with your wedding so close.”
“But, Little Lady, it’s not your fault, and now you can’t eat or have to pray until tomorrow morning…….”
“I’m okay.”
Cordelia consoled her with a faint smile. Emily’s eyes immediately reddened.
“Thank you so much, Little Lady.”
“Don’t cry. Tell me how your wedding preparations are going.”
“Uh, yes. There’s a dress that Kevin’s mother wore. I’m thinking of using it as my wedding dress.”
Gaining sympathy and favor among the servants was easy.
With a mother-in-law who couldn’t wait to devour her, a husband who constantly entertained mistresses, and the disdainful Abrams family, she was in a perfect situation to garner pity.
After learning about the servants’ opinion, Cordelia even pretended to be a ‘pitiful and unfortunate’ mistress.
‘If I’m in a position to be pitied, I might as well use it.’
She thought very pragmatically.
Receiving favor in any form is important, and it’s even more important not to be caught in a vulnerable position.
Fortunately, Cordelia had the knack for maintaining the fine line between being a pitiful mistress and an easy target.
Behind her gently smiling face, Cordelia was more coldly aware of the situation than anyone.
‘Once this man dies, I’ll be free.’
If Craig died, the title of the earl would pass to another successor, and no one would care where Cordelia went.
That’s why she prayed every night.
Please, just let her husband die.
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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