You And I Live In Different Worlds (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
For several days afterward, Melie was engulfed in melancholy.
‘Right. The mistress must have her reasons. So what if she wasn’t entirely sincere? I should still be grateful—after all, she’s fed and housed me until today.’
She tried comforting herself, even scolding herself, but nothing helped. The fact that Lady Felton had never truly cared for her kept Melie trapped in sorrow.
Her disappointment toward Sir Blair now seemed trivial compared to the deep disillusionment that gripped her.
Because of this, she couldn’t properly manage her expressions, but fortunately, Eda didn’t notice.
‘You must still be heartbroken, Melie.’
Eda assumed Melie’s gloomy demeanor was due to what happened with Sir Blair and gently consoled her.
‘Don’t worry, dear. Lady Gellen visited earlier today and mentioned that one of her distant nephews is looking for a bride. She said he only wants someone kind and gentle—what could be a better match than that?’
‘…….’
‘He’s only six years older than you and is about to inherit a viscountcy soon. This truly seems like the perfect match for you.’
Though the mistress smiled with the kindest expression, Melie could no longer see her with innocent eyes—she now knew too much.
‘They say one forgets one person through another. Since it’s come up, I’d like to arrange a meeting as early as tomorrow. What do you think?’
‘I’d just like to stay in this house a little longer.’
That’s what she’d intended to say. It was the best choice. But… the words wouldn’t leave her lips.
The conservative Imperial customary laws strictly limited women’s labor and independence.
These restrictions applied especially strictly to noblewomen—though less so to commoners, otherwise noble households wouldn’t be able to hire female servants at all.
Thus, noblewomen—particularly unmarried young ladies—had no choice but to depend on someone else to survive.
Melie once again went over her relatives to see if there was anyone she could rely on, but found no one truly suitable.
Her mother had been an only child for two generations, and though her father had brothers, they’d all been cut off when he’d been buried in debt.
If Melie went to any of them, they’d surely react as if they’d seen a ghost.
In the end, Duke Felton’s household was her only option.
‘Just stay here. Don’t worry about Mother.’
That’s what Edric had said. Since he was the one giving permission anyway, all Melie needed to do was firmly state her decision—he’d handle the rest.
But Melie still couldn’t tell if this was the right thing to do.
Edric was about to marry Rosalyn, and she still carried feelings for him.
Therefore, no matter how much he saw her only as a younger sister, she couldn’t shake the sense that this was improper.
Every time she faced Rosalyn, she’d bow her head in guilt. She wouldn’t be able to meet those captivating ruby eyes directly and would have to constantly remind herself not to look at Edric with adoring eyes in front of her.
As long as her feelings remained, it would always be this way.
As long as her heart still held onto him….
“Melie.”
As she turned the corner on her way back to her quarters after helping clear the meal, she heard someone calling her from behind.
When she turned, Edric was leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.
Given the place and his posture, it was clear he’d been waiting for her.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Edric turned with a faint smile. She had a good idea what he wanted to say. Reluctantly, Melie followed him.
Edric led her toward a supply closet at the end of the corridor.
The secluded corner, devoid of windows, felt gloomy even in broad daylight, making Melie feel even more uneasy about the impropriety of their meeting.
“Why didn’t you say anything to Mother earlier?”
Edric got straight to the point.
“If it’s hard for you to say, should I say it for you?”
“A—no, I’ll say it myself.”
Melie hurriedly interrupted. She feared that if he intervened, Lady Eda’s pretense would no longer remain just a pretense.
Edric didn’t insist further. Gently plucking a dark-brown strand of hair from Melie’s collar, he softly urged her.
“If you’re going to say it, better do it soon—before Mother sends a letter to the Gellens about finding you a match.”
“…….”
“You shouldn’t burden Mother with that trouble, right, Melie?”
Edric spoke in a soft, almost whispering tone.
Melie nodded awkwardly.
“Rosalyn is coming this afternoon. I plan to tell her then—that you’ve agreed to live with us.”
“…….”
“She’s very excited. She said she’ll treat you like a younger sister—go to operas together, try delicious foods… Apparently, it’s always been her dream to live like that with a sister.”
Edric sounded truly happy as he spoke.
Though people often said gaining something meant losing something else, that didn’t apply to him.
Melie was a dearest friend, like a sister, and even after his marriage, they’d continue living under the same roof.
He pictured Rosalyn and Melie chatting warmly in the parlor, playing chess together—just imagining it brought him peace. He could even clearly see their future child favoring Melie over its own mother.
Rosalyn was far too extroverted to excel at managing the household or caring for children, whereas Melie was gentle, prudent, and patiently listened to others—the children would surely adore her.
“Edric.”
Melie called his name in a low voice. Still riding the wave of his happy daydream, Edric responded cheerfully.
“Go ahead.”
He felt generous enough to agree to anything at that moment.
“What if you and I became family?”
Melie added resolutely, feigning determination.
“Not fake—but real family.”
“…….”
“I mean… legally adopt me as your sibling.”
Edric’s smile gradually faded.
[This is the timeline separator]It wasn’t a carefully considered decision.
In fact, it was closer to an impulsive one.
But somehow, it felt like the right path.
After all, people would no longer find it strange for Duke Felton, his wife, and Melie to live together under one roof.
Most importantly, Melie believed this would be the quickest, surest way for her to finally let go of her feelings for Edric.
She was certain she’d never be foolish enough to fall for a man who was legally her brother.
Though she worried about the late duchess’s opposition, she decided to cross that bridge later.
For now, Edric’s opinion was what mattered most. He was the head of House Felton, and the head could do as he pleased.
She wasn’t even worried he’d refuse.
He’d always seen her as family—or more—so of course he’d agree.
And yet.
“That doesn’t sound quite right.”
“…….”
Unexpected words slipped from Edric’s lips.
The faint smile on his lips felt colder than a blank expression.
Melie suddenly wondered why he’d objected—but upon reflection, she could guess the reason.
“If—if it’s about inheritance, Edric, don’t worry. I won’t take a single penny from the ducal estate. I’ll write a sworn statement if you want.”
She meant it.
She had no interest whatsoever in any benefits that came with becoming part of the ducal family.
All she needed was a reason to completely let go of him in her heart.
“…….”
Suddenly, even that subtle smile vanished from Edric’s face.
“Melie.”
His voice, calling her name, sank cold as ice.
“This matter is entangled in far more complex interests than you realize.”
He seemed vaguely angry.
‘Could it be because I mentioned inheritance? After all she’s done for me—feeding and sheltering me—I dared bring up such a thing?’
That seemed the only explanation. Suddenly, Melie felt deeply ashamed.
She needed to apologize right away.
“I’m sorry, Edric. I only brought up inheritance to assure you that if that’s your concern, you don’t need to worry at all….”
“Melie.”
Edric cut off her apology firmly, his expression darkening further.
“If you become part of the ducal family, inheritance is only natural. You can’t choose to accept or reject it just because you feel like it. I’d never withhold that from my legal sibling.”
Even amid his confusion, his determination to correct her misunderstanding sharpened the resolve in his eyes.
“Let’s think this over a bit more. This isn’t something we can settle lightly right here.”
“Okay….”
Thus, the matter was left unresolved and ambiguous.
Her proposal to become legal siblings had been unexpected—but his refusal was even more so.
She’d been certain he’d be pleased.
“I’ll go ahead first.”
Edric brushed past her. The lively expression he’d worn upon arriving had now drained entirely, replaced only by exhaustion.
‘I shouldn’t have said that so carelessly.’
Just as regret began to set in,
“Oh, right!”
Edric turned back.
“Let’s keep this conversation between just us for now. When the time is right, I’ll tell you my decision—until then, don’t tell anyone. Understand?”
Since she’d never planned to tell anyone anyway, Melie readily agreed.
Without even his usual practiced smile, Edric turned coldly and strode away.
She felt oddly unsettled.
Though they’d always been like family, he’d refused when she asked to truly become one—leaving her both disappointed and regretful for having spoken at all.
Asking to be formally adopted into House Felton…
Even to her own ears, it sounded absurd—how must Edric have felt?
‘I was foolish.’
Watching his retreating figure, Melie regretted her rashness.
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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‘It’s because the tea at your house tastes awful.’
Haha! I liked Edric’s thinking. If only he had said it right to her face. But he is noble and does not speak badly in front of a person.
It was infuriating. To be lectured by his fiancée’s paramour—he truly was in a r
I don’t know how people survive in a society where being untruthful is the norm. I might go insane 🙃
He’d once tasted shockingly bad tea at Rosalyn’s home, and afterward had ordered
It’s so peculiar of him to boast about Melie’s tea to guests
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I feel sorry for Millie; living in an environment that doesn’t suit you is incredibly harsh.
His mother is going to explode 😂😂😂 Please don’t mess this up 🙏🏼
I just can’t wait when the regret arc starts