I Woke Up Engaged to My Ex-Husband Again - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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What a lovesick fool he'd been! Max married me without an ounce of affection—just to fulfill his childhood sweetheart's dying wish.
This time around, I wasn't about to repeat past mistakes. I avoided the garden entirely, but securing my peaceful future required more than mere avoidance. Preparation was key.
At dawn, I brought my maid to Grandmother's courtyard. The moment we entered, I dropped to my knees in formal reverence.
"Seren! What's this about?" Grandmother half-rose from her chair, flustered. Maids scrambled to assist us both, creating a flurry of movement.
"Please, let me speak like this." I pressed my forehead to the floor, voice steady despite the ache in my knees.
Grandmother stilled, reading my gravity. "You've always been levelheaded. If you're resorting to this, it must be serious. Out with it, child."
My throat tightened. Last life, Grandmother died two years after my wedding to Max. I'd been tending to his ailing mother and missed her final moments—a betrayal that still haunted me. She'd adored me, and I'd failed her.
"I... I wish to spend three months at Phonics Temple," I managed, voice thick. "To pray for your health and my parents'."
Her eyebrows shot up. As the Watsons' prized granddaughter—raised among nobility thanks to Grandmother's friendship with the Dowager Empress—I'd never once defied expectations. With marriage negotiations underway, this request was tantamount to rebellion.
Yet after a weighted pause, she waved Aunt Grace forward. "Help her up. You've earned my trust, Seren. Go—I'll handle your parents."
By afternoon, our lavish carriage (a spectacle that turned heads across the city) rolled toward the countryside. Through a tavern window, Max's gaze tracked our gilded transport.
"The Watson fortune truly dazzles," a nobleman remarked.
"Did you meet their eldest daughter at the birthday fête?" another prodded.
Max sipped his wine. "No."
At Phonics Temple, I slipped away to the back mountains. A whimper led me to a cave where a malnourished girl—maybe six years old—collapsed mid-crawl.
"Shh, you're safe now," I soothed as she trembled violently. The moment Wendy approached, the child burrowed into me like a frightened rabbit.
Three days passed with the girl—who scribbled "Nia" as her name—clinging to me. Then General Carter's family arrived.
"My Nia!" Mrs. Carter wept, crushing the child to her chest. The battle-hardened general cupped his daughter's head with shaking hands.
Their eldest son Andrew bowed deeply. "The Carters owe you a blood debt, Miss Watson."
I demurred, but truthfully, I'd come here for this very purpose. In my first life, Nia's corpse had been found in these woods. Now, perhaps her family's tragic fate could be rewritten.
This time around, I wasn't about to repeat past mistakes. I avoided the garden entirely, but securing my peaceful future required more than mere avoidance. Preparation was key.
At dawn, I brought my maid to Grandmother's courtyard. The moment we entered, I dropped to my knees in formal reverence.
"Seren! What's this about?" Grandmother half-rose from her chair, flustered. Maids scrambled to assist us both, creating a flurry of movement.
"Please, let me speak like this." I pressed my forehead to the floor, voice steady despite the ache in my knees.
Grandmother stilled, reading my gravity. "You've always been levelheaded. If you're resorting to this, it must be serious. Out with it, child."
My throat tightened. Last life, Grandmother died two years after my wedding to Max. I'd been tending to his ailing mother and missed her final moments—a betrayal that still haunted me. She'd adored me, and I'd failed her.
"I... I wish to spend three months at Phonics Temple," I managed, voice thick. "To pray for your health and my parents'."
Her eyebrows shot up. As the Watsons' prized granddaughter—raised among nobility thanks to Grandmother's friendship with the Dowager Empress—I'd never once defied expectations. With marriage negotiations underway, this request was tantamount to rebellion.
Yet after a weighted pause, she waved Aunt Grace forward. "Help her up. You've earned my trust, Seren. Go—I'll handle your parents."
By afternoon, our lavish carriage (a spectacle that turned heads across the city) rolled toward the countryside. Through a tavern window, Max's gaze tracked our gilded transport.
"The Watson fortune truly dazzles," a nobleman remarked.
"Did you meet their eldest daughter at the birthday fête?" another prodded.
Max sipped his wine. "No."
At Phonics Temple, I slipped away to the back mountains. A whimper led me to a cave where a malnourished girl—maybe six years old—collapsed mid-crawl.
"Shh, you're safe now," I soothed as she trembled violently. The moment Wendy approached, the child burrowed into me like a frightened rabbit.
Three days passed with the girl—who scribbled "Nia" as her name—clinging to me. Then General Carter's family arrived.
"My Nia!" Mrs. Carter wept, crushing the child to her chest. The battle-hardened general cupped his daughter's head with shaking hands.
Their eldest son Andrew bowed deeply. "The Carters owe you a blood debt, Miss Watson."
I demurred, but truthfully, I'd come here for this very purpose. In my first life, Nia's corpse had been found in these woods. Now, perhaps her family's tragic fate could be rewritten.
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