I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

I get entangled with Alexid.
Let’s keep the dignity of a thirty-year-old woman.

With that thought, I turned a blind eye to him and walked past him haughtily.
But for some reason, he’s following me around.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Alexid, who was hesitating when he threw a look at the guard, said.

“Lulu.”

“Why are you calling me?”

“I talked to our dad.”

Alexid’s chubby cheeks were swollen.

“Didn’t you like Jeje?”

“Not anymore.

When my older brother asked seriously, I answered sincerely too.
But.

I think Alexid’s eyes were already filled with tears.

Why? I didn’t do anything!

As he stepped back, Alexid said, pouting his lips.
“Then, can’t you get married?”

“What?” I asked.

What are you talking about? What on Earth?

My goal in this life is to marry someone who does well at night and give me a passionate love that I have been craving for so long.
Who are you to make me stop my dream?

“Oh, but dad said that .
.
.
Lulu promises to marry Gerald after he gets engaged! But if the two of you are not engaged, then he can’t marry anyone else.” He sighed, “LULU, do I have to take responsibility for you?”

My jaw dropped

So, did you think I wouldn’t be able to get married if we didn’t get engaged?

“Lulu is ugly.
If  you don’t marry Jeje—” He whined, “AHHHH!”

Why are you crying? Why on Earth is this peanut acting like this?

“Me, I’m not ugly! I can get married!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

So, this enemy of a peanut kind of a brother really thought I was hideous! Is he for real? He felt that I couldn’t get married unless it was Gerald!

I mean, this enemy is kind of an older brother!

I felt my cheeks turning red.

It’s on my side that’s unfair!

I’m not even ugly! I’m beautiful!

“Ugh!”

I am the one who needs to cry, not you, Alexid!

“I’m not ugly! I’m going to get married! Argh!”

At that moment, resentment came into my mind.
I wanted to prove to Alexid that it’s unfair for him to think I won’t get married because I’m ugly!

“My mom said I was the prettiest in the world.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Alexid whined, raising his voice into a higher octave.
“But an ugly woman can’t get married!”

I started crying and moping as well.

I could feel the villagers laughing at me and Alexid, who was already in a sea of tears from the morning.

Perhaps the maid brought her mother, but the running mother shook her head with her forehead.

I knew that even if it was a matter that could be very important for an eight and ten-year-old kid, it was nothing in the eyes of adults.

But I don’t know why I’m crying so much.

You are a bad peanut!

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