I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

I read romance novels with red, mature labels without my mom knowing.

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First of all, I imagined the story as me, a young maid being married to a young and powerful wealthy family, substituting Gerald with them.
My cheeks heated every time I remember it.

I was a very ordinary and shy bride .
.
.

My dream was already shattered from the first day.
I could recall after we had our wedding.

“Gerald, for the first time, we are going to sleep on the same .
.
.”

“I’ll sleep on the sofa.
That’s more comfortable, right?”

Damn it.

I almost said it the moment I remembered that exact moment.

An 8-year-old just let out a curse.
Not only will I be scolded by my mother, but I could also get a week’s worth of education from my etiquette teacher for a day.

Anyway, I’ve been cursing since the first day, which is already useless.

How can I end this relationship? When we were done with the grocery shopping, I did all sorts of things.

In fact, I tried all sorts of temptations.

“This is an invitation.” I said, “Invitation to my bedroom.”

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Thinking about that day, I think I could still make my blanket fly and do a roundhouse kick.
The unicorn, fortunately, accepted the invitation with a shy face.

However, it was a bad day for me.
A day that was filled with disgrace and embarrassment.
How could a man fall asleep like a piece of wood next to a woman? I’ve been feeling like doing it ever since then, but he couldn’t even sleep because of the nervousness and pain of going to and from the bathroom all dawn?

And why on Earth did this unicorn wash in cold water in the middle of winter?

“I bought clothes for you, Gerald.
There’s something I want to show you.”

That was the most courageous thing I have ever done.
It was challenging to find a limited edition of the Hottest Wedding Underwear Series, which was spreading like a trend among young ladies in society.

I even lined up early in the morning to get a set of that sexy underwear.

He’s…

He’s a unicorn who’s cold to the bone.

Instead of giving in to my advances, he took off his gown and put it on me.

“You’re going to catch a cold, Lulu.
It’s winter.
It’s not right to sleep in that outfit.”

This guy was really annoying to the bones.
In all honesty, the problem is apparent.
He was the problem, not me.
If he’s not the problem, I decided to divorce him with the idea of making myself the problem, but to wrap it up with the cute word “end of a relationship”!

And look at his face now!

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He looked like he was holding back his laughter as if it was the most natural thing a child could ever do back then.

“Mom.
I’m only going to be friends with Gerald.”

I’m serious about this.

“Really? Of course, of course.”

“Of course.
Lulu and Jeje are friends.
Best of friends.”

No.

It’s not even a relationship where we could call each other “best friends”!

“No! LULU and JEJE are just friends!” I shouted, emphasizing the following words coming out of my mouth.
“We! Are! Just! Friends! Nothing else!”

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Wouldn’t it be right to say that we are just friends because we are actually not friends? Are we worse than any mortal enemies?

I spoke seriously while stomping my feet out of frustration, but I was eight years old in appearance.
They really couldn’t take anything seriously, whatever I did.

To them, it’s just an eight-year-old girl’s tantrum.

“Okay.
A good friend.” My mom said in a soothing voice.

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It’s not even good.
Oh, god.

How do I explain this to them?

So, why did it have to be Gerald? He is the only person I know who holds Nisephor’s key?

Life is getting messed up.

I sighed.

* * *

“Gerald.”

“Yes, mother.”

The duchess stared blankly at his son, who did not seem very human.

Whatever people think or do, Gerald resembled his father so much.
Gerald’s father was also a nobleman who was second to none.

Instead of being blunt, it was just something one could infer on a whim.
In addition, Gerald’s way of thinking is direct to the point.
He did not bend or break.

There was a reason why the Logan family was not called an iron wall, a cold wall, or a tribe with blue blood.
They were as hard as steel.

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Gerald closely resembled his father’s characteristics.

But the duchess thought he was getting better whenever he hung out with Louella.

Lulu declared his breakup over something they didn’t really know and caused a fight between them.

Well, didn’t children’s minds change twelve times a day?

The duchess had also changed her mind all the time.
She hoped for Louella to change her mind before she turned fifteen, anyway.

The duchess looked through the title of the book his son was reading.

“The Origin of the Monster.”

Oh, my.

Others were reading mature books now in their twenties.
The duchess struggled to take her eyes off the book.

Gerald, who had put down the book and was waiting for the duchess in a polite manner, tilted his head.

The duchess took a deep breath and spoke.
“Lulu invited you, Gerald.
I think I’m a little relieved now.
Will you go and speak to her?”

He closed the book he was reading and said, “When should I go?”