I Ended Up Living Up Next Door With My Ex-Husband

On the day I witnessed my husband's affair, I found myself possessing the manic ex-wife of the male lead. "Rebecca, I believe I've told you not to touch my body without permission." I divorced him at once—on one condition: that I be allowed to stay in the mansion next door, at least for the time being, for the sake of my own safety. But then… "I regret the moment I let you go. I regret my own foolishness—that I noticed nothing until your heart had already left me. Rebecca, I want to win you back." "Your Highness, you agreed to let me stay next door temporarily. I never asked you to have regrets." "You've been suffering… because of me." With those quiet words, Rebecca released their clasped hands. "…And what about you, Cedric?" At that moment, all it would have taken was for me to stay by Cedric's side instead of walking away… There was only an unexpected sense of emptiness. Rebecca is gone. And with another man. The image of a man and woman holding each other in their arms kept haunting his mind. Soon, a thick vein bulged across the back of his clenched fist. Rebecca, you can't leave me. Not yet. Even if she intended to, it wouldn't happen—not now. Not during the time she had promised to remain in this castle. He had to give himself even the slightest chance to hold on to her. "Answer me honestly—did you truly try to run away with another man? Or did you do it to punish me, knowing I wouldn't be able to bear it?"