About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10. My Darling!
When I opened the door, a young sailor stood before me, cradling a stack of pamphlets. He appeared to be in his mid-teens.
“Welcome aboard the Quindle. We’re delighted to have you with us.”
The sailor grinned widely.
“This is our ship information guide. Would you like one? With this, your three-night, four-day journey will never feel dull.”
The timing was perfect. I readily purchased the pamphlet.
“Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful voyage!”
After the young sailor departed, I settled myself at the desk in my cabin.
As I unfolded the pamphlet, a map and sailing schedule emerged.
The Quindle would depart from the small city of Roban, traverse the vast open sea, pass through the renowned Oselia Archipelago, and arrive at the capital of Arde.
Yet beneath the printed text, something handwritten caught my eye.
‘Will we be stopping at Heril Island?’
“Our arrival at the capital will be delayed, then.”
I murmured to myself as I turned the page.
The ship’s basic layout and regulations appeared next.
Passengers were forbidden from accessing the cargo hold, crew quarters, or the owner’s suite.
First-class passengers had exclusive spaces that second and third-class passengers could not enter.
Similarly, second-class areas were off-limits to third-class passengers.
Turning the page revealed information about the ship’s amenities.
There was a shipboard tavern each evening, complete with small performances. From the afternoon of the fourth day, a deck party would commence.
The notice stated that cabin class distinctions did not apply to the deck party—everyone could enjoy it freely.
Though I didn’t care for drinking, the performances seemed worthwhile. The final deck party, in particular, would be worth attending.
The next notable amenity was a small library that lent books for a deposit, and a general store.
I rose immediately and made my way to the small library.
Upon arrival, I asked the Librarian if he had anything worth reading. He promptly recommended several titles from the classical literature and literary fiction sections.
“This is a recent release that’s been quite popular with our female passengers.”
The Temperature of Affection, A Redundant Saint’s Life.
As I opened the book to examine its contents, confusion washed over me. No matter how I looked at it, this was a romance fantasy novel—the very kind I’d read in my previous world.
A laugh escaped me, and I covered my mouth.
‘Ah, so here it’s classified as literary fiction.’
Just as I was returning the book to the shelf, several women rushed in behind me.
“Grab what you can before the crowds arrive.”
“We’ll be on this ship for a solid three days.”
Under the Librarian’s guidance, they hastily snatched up several books each, as though the collection held nothing of interest.
I stood bewildered for a moment before my surprise struck—all the books the Librarian had just recommended had vanished.
As I stood there deflated, the Librarian pointed to a corner.
“See? I told you they sell well. I’m not sure if it matches your taste, but perhaps try some science fiction fantasy? The worldbuilding is rather complex, though there are some thrilling scenes mixed in.”
I spotted several books gathering dust, barely touched by hands. Some pages had worn corners, as though certain passages had been read repeatedly.
Like Last Night, Until You Consume Me.
“Oh my.”
The moment I opened the book, I clapped my hand over my mouth without thinking. The setting was none other than the modern era I once lived in.
Moreover, the pages that were worn and tattered…
I peeked at that section and quickly snapped the book shut, lest anyone see. Then I gathered all the recommended books.
“Yes, I’ll borrow these.”
After I paid the rental fee, the Librarian looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“You really intend to read all of those?”
“Yes. The worldbuilding suits my taste. Thank you.”
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The voyage proceeded smoothly for two days.
Though I could hear someone outside suffering from seasickness, my cabin had high ceilings, so the ship’s rocking was minimal.
I reclined against the plush headboard or sat at the desk, leisurely reading the borrowed novels.
So absorbed in the stories was I that time slipped away effortlessly.
After finishing one book, I would gaze out at the endless sea, sleep when evening fell, and dine at the restaurant when the time came.
On the first evening, I visited the ship’s tavern, where a small performance was being held, but it was far too loud. I grew tired quickly and returned to my cabin within five minutes.
I had no intention of visiting the ship’s tavern again.
And this morning, on the fourth day, I changed into a new sky-blue dress.
After combing my long golden hair neatly, I went to the first-class exclusive restaurant and finished my meal.
Then, taking a stroll and slowly surveying the first-class deck, I descended to the more spacious second-class deck.
It was while I stood in a refreshed mood, feeling the breeze and gazing out at the sea.
A man’s voice came from behind.
“We plan to set up tables there. The evening party has no class restrictions for passengers, so it will be quite lively and bustling.”
“What is the expected weather?”
“The Oselia Archipelago has excellent weather. By the time of the party, we will already be entering the archipelago’s waters. To exaggerate a bit, we could even swim to Heril Island, so you can rest assured. Haha.”
Somehow, that voice sounded familiar.
I turned around. And in that instant, the sight of the man before me made my heart nearly stop.
Standing about ten paces away from me, the man was conversing with the Ship Captain while inspecting various parts of the vessel.
Deep, penetrating eyes and a high, sharply defined nose; pale skin crowned with intense eyes that gleamed like crimson jewels; black hair that suited a reef cut perfectly.
In an outfit even more refined than before, the dignified man was unmistakably my husband, Luderne Sellen.
According to the original work, he wouldn’t reveal himself to the world for another four and a half years, yet here he was on a ship heading to the Capital!
“Darling!”
There was no time to think. I rushed forward and grasped his sleeve.
Luderne and the Ship Captain’s gazes turned toward me.
My husband’s eyes wavered as they met mine, and they widened in shock.
“Yes, it’s me!”
Just as he seemed about to speak, his lips parted—
“How dare you! What is the meaning of this!”
A silver-haired man abruptly stepped between my husband and me. In doing so, I lost my grip on my husband’s sleeve.
As I stepped back a couple of paces, the man’s brows furrowed sharply, and he spoke in an authoritative tone.
“This man is the Grand Duke of the Doerban Empire. Even as a woman, if you carelessly grasp his sleeve, that hand of yours will be severed. Show proper respect.”
“The, the Grand Duke of the Doerban Empire?”
I was truly astonished. I had known that Luderne would become Prince Wintem, but I never imagined it would happen so soon.
At the same time, my mind descended into chaos.
If he had been alive all this time, why hadn’t my husband come to find me?
“Restrain yourself, Brissel Mohr. She is an unarmed lady, after all.”
The moment Luderne opened his mouth, tears surged forth unbidden. His voice remained as it always was—quiet, measured, and weighted with authority.
At his measured words, the silver-haired man addressed as Brissel Mohr stepped back.
“My apologies. I acted rashly and—forgive me. Do you perhaps know this woman?”
Without thinking, I clasped my hands together and gazed at my husband, hoping he would declare me his wife.
Hoping he would express the joy of reunion to the woman war had torn from him.
But Luderne shook his head.
“You must have mistaken me for someone else.”
It was a devastatingly shocking answer.
Then the Ship Captain approached Luderne with a bow and asked, “I see. Shall we inspect the deck conditions in the third-class section as well?”
“Yes, let us do so.”
Luderne departed with the Ship Captain toward another area.
Luderne walked away with the Ship Captain.
“Husband…?”
Bewildered, I followed after him.
“It’s me, Priscilla…”
But before I could take even a few steps, Brissel Mohr blocked my path once more.
“The Grand Duke is unmarried. Cease your scheming and withdraw at once.”
Those words left me utterly stunned—so much so that I could barely breathe.
‘That cannot be… but it is.’
I hoped my husband would deny it. But he did not even glance back.
“If you value your life, do not approach again.”
Brissel Mohr issued the warning with a cold gaze and a low voice, then hurried after Luderne.
Unable to comprehend what was unfolding, I stood motionless, staring after my husband for a long time.
There was nothing else I could do.
* * *
Matilda Bilsty, Melissa Bilsty, and Count Veloda Genoma had been searching for Priscilla earnestly since boarding the ship.
However, they could not find her in the third-class section. The second-class section was guarded by burly sailors, making entry difficult.
Melissa deliberately engaged the guards in conversation.
Whenever the guard’s attention was diverted by Melissa, Matilda Bilsty and Count Veloda Genoma would slip into the second-class section to continue their search.
After searching for two full days, the three concluded that Priscilla must be in the first-class section.

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