The Answer to a Cheating (Ex)Husband is Remarriage - Chapter 19

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“Hic, sob…”

All the way to the flower garden, Grizelle clung to Arendtert like a lost child.

She hung her head low, her shoulders shaking at intervals. At a glance, it really looked as if she was crying in sorrow.

But it was all a performance, a calculated act.

There wasn’t a single trace of moisture in Grizelle’s scarlet eyes. With a gaze full of ambition, she took in every corner of the imperial palace.

‘So all of this will become Sylaria’s?’

Grizelle ground her teeth, barely containing her frustration. Everything in her sight was luxurious and dazzling.

The marble floors shone like mirrors, and the glass of the large windows was so clear it seemed to disappear.

Intricately carved statues, impossible to even see in her hometown of Gideon, appeared everywhere she turned in the palace.

‘It’s all wasted on that girl.’

Grizelle gripped Arendtert’s jacket tightly.

When she heard Sylaria was getting engaged—and to the Second Prince, no less—a surge of anger welled up from deep inside her.

‘I should have met His Highness the Second Prince first.’

While she congratulated Sylaria outwardly, inside, she was burning with jealousy.

God was truly cruel.

Why, in that moment when monsters appeared in their village, did He have Sylaria, not her, be with the Second Prince?

Thanks to that, the docile, foolish Sylaria, not her clever and discerning self, had ended up becoming the Second Prince’s fiancée.

But God had not abandoned Grizelle.

‘Now’s my chance.’

Foolish Sylaria had thrown away her own good fortune with her own hands—this was the perfect opportunity. Grizelle was determined to seduce Arendtert no matter what.

The Second Prince was the very image of Grizelle’s ideal man. She had fallen in love with him at first sight.

His fiery red hair, striking looks, and confident demeanor.

The Second Prince was a noble being, fundamentally different from the country bumpkins in Gideon.

Yesterday, Arendtert had insulted her, calling her rustic and uncouth, but that was only because he didn’t really know her yet.

‘Just wait and see. His Highness the Second Prince will fall for me soon enough.’

Grizelle was convinced. Arendtert just hadn’t realized it yet, but the two of them were destined.

Sylaria was nothing more than a stepping stone for Grizelle to reach the Second Prince.

“Now, Lady Willoughby. Please sit here and compose yourself.”

Arriving at the rose garden, Arendtert pried Grizelle off and sat her down on a bench. As he looked like he might just leave her there, she quickly lifted her head.

With the most pitiful expression she could muster, she addressed the Second Prince.

“Your Highness, you’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

“Huh…?”

“Surely you wouldn’t abandon a poor woman who doesn’t even know where she is?”

Grizelle pressed her hands together earnestly and continued in a trembling voice,

“You wouldn’t, would you? I know. If it were His Highness the First Prince, he might be annoyed by me, but you’re not like that, are you?”

“Hah, of course not!”

Arendtert, who had been about to leave the garden, reacted sharply. Realizing he had overreacted, he ran a hand through his hair and continued,

“You’re a guest for my engagement and a friend of the bride. You must be treated with proper courtesy. I’ll stay and keep watch until you’ve calmed down…”

But as he was speaking to Grizelle, he looked up at the sky and suddenly froze.

“Your Highness?”

As the prince turned to stone, Grizelle followed his gaze in confusion.

And then…

“Kyaaah!”

At the sight before her, Grizelle let out a piercing scream of shock.

Above the heads of Grizelle and Arendtert—

The bright, clear sky was slowly opening its mouth.

***

“Cyan.”

The moment he stepped out of the carriage, Euclid first looked for his aide. Only after giving him whispered instructions did he turn to the priest who had come to meet them.

“Linder.”

“High Priest Linder, First Shield of Davoud, at your service.”

At Euclid’s call, the high priest, who had been waiting his turn, stepped forward and bowed.

Wearing a white robe embroidered with gold thread, he lifted his head with a smile.

Linder gave Sylaria a glance, then turned away and began walking ahead.

“We received word of your arrival. Please, this way.”

Euclid, as he claimed to receive blessings daily, seemed to have frequent contact with the high priest. Without complaint, he led Sylaria and the First Prince.

‘I’m nervous.’

Sylaria quietly gulped. With each step, her heart beat faster.