Marrying My Ex-Wife's Mortal Enemy (GL) - Chapter 1

When Dou Huan woke up, her head was spinning and aching.

She was alone in a spacious KTV suite. The TV was still playing a song she had queued, and the table was cluttered with at least ten different cocktails—five of which were already empty.

The flashing lights made it hard to tell whether she was dreaming or awake. Slumped on the couch, she rubbed her temples and sat there in confusion.

On screen, Liang Jingyu was still singing:
“But women fall too deep, always trapped by love…”

Such tender and heartbreaking lyrics… They felt like the perfect soundtrack to her foolish life.

Thinking back on everything she had done for Chu Li, Dou Huan suddenly burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed—until tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

What’s the point of crying now?

She was already dead. What was the use of regret?

Once she’d laughed enough, she slowly wiped her tears away.

“Miss Dou?”

The sudden push of the door startled her.

She blinked in confusion at the waiter who had entered. The waiter, taken aback by her smudged makeup that made her look almost ghostly, stammered, “M-Miss Dou?”

Dou Huan’s mind struggled to keep up. Wait… wasn’t she dead?

She distinctly remembered watching her own death replay like a scene in a movie. That had to be what this was—part of the death montage. So when someone suddenly popped out of nowhere, it nearly gave her a heart attack. Was that even possible after death?

The waiter glanced at her blank expression, then at the table full of empty glasses. Cocktails looked pretty and tasted sweet, but the kick came later—and hard.

Judging by her dazed look, she was clearly drunk. Trying to be patient, the waiter said gently, “Your cake is here. Should I deliver it to Suite 103 now?”

The words snapped her out of her thoughts. Her brain began to piece things together quickly.

Today was Chu Li’s birthday. After the hotel banquet, her friends suggested hitting a KTV to celebrate some more. Naturally, as Chu Li’s wife, Dou Huan had to come along.

During one of the party games, Chu Li lost and was dared to kiss a friend. Dou Huan had objected immediately—but to her shock, Chu Li kissed the girl anyway, right in front of her.

Furious, Dou Huan had stormed out.

Chu Li had just brushed it off, saying it was just a game and not to ruin the mood.

But Dou Huan had always had a proud temper. She couldn’t swallow that kind of humiliation, so she left—expecting Chu Li to follow and convince her to come back.

Only, nobody came.

Later she found out the girl Chu Li kissed was Tong Yi—her ex-girlfriend, someone she’d never really gotten over. Their relationship had always been murky.

Dou Huan felt ridiculous, throwing a tantrum over someone who didn’t even care about her, only to end up going back to deliver a cake and plaster on a fake smile.

“Miss Dou?”

The waiter interrupted again. Dou Huan snapped out of her trance. “Huh?”

“The cake…” the waiter reminded her.

Dead or not, she wasn’t going to take that cake back. She’d rather feed it to a dog.

“Cancel it,” she said coldly.

The waiter hesitated, and after noticing that she was zoned out on the sofa, wisely said nothing more and quietly left.

Dou Huan sat for a while longer before trying to stand. She managed two shaky steps before the room started spinning again.

Her head reeled, and she stumbled, hitting her shin against the coffee table.

“Ugh—” The pain shot through her like a blade.

She glanced at the beautiful, brightly colored cocktails on the table. Damn, things packed a punch.

Still wincing, she froze.

Wait a second… Didn’t she die?

How could she still feel pain?

The song ended on the TV, and the screen returned to the song selection menu. The timestamp confirmed it—this was the same year she had married Chu Li.

As absurd as it seemed, her heart leapt with joy. Just to be sure, she pinched herself hard.

“Ow.”

That hurt.

So it was real. This was real.

Heaven must’ve heard her prayers and given her a second chance.

Dou Huan was so happy that she could dance. Overwhelmed with emotion—and still very much drunk—she pushed the door open and ran right into someone’s arms.

“S-Sorry,” she mumbled.

Grabbing the woman’s arm for support, she realized the alcohol had kicked in even harder. Her legs gave way, and she all but collapsed against the stranger.

The woman was wearing a dress, and her body was cool to the touch—totally different from Dou Huan, who felt like she was radiating heat. It was oddly comfortable leaning on her.

“Are you done leaning on me?” a cold voice asked from above.

Dou Huan jolted like she’d been doused in ice water. She looked up.

And froze.

It was Jing Yu.

Chu Li’s business rival.

Back when she had been madly in love with Chu Li, Dou Huan never had a kind word for Jing Yu. In fact, she actively worked against Jing Yu.

She’d once followed Jing Yu around the mall just to find out which clothes she liked—then swooped in to buy them first.

So childish.

Come to think of it, hadn’t she just stormed out of Chu Li’s suite earlier and bumped into Jing Yu and her friends? She’d even outbid them for this private room right in front of everyone.

Jing Yu’s friend had been ready to throw hands, and it was only thanks to Jing Yu stepping in that it hadn’t turned into a scene. They ended up taking the room next door.

There’s a saying, isn’t there?

Enemies are bound to cross paths—and karma always comes around.

Didn’t take long this time.

But surprisingly, Dou Huan didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Her head was still foggy. One hand was on her forehead, and the other was still clinging to Jing Yu’s arm; she asked, “Do you know where the restroom is?”

“That way,” Jing Yu replied, pointing behind her. She flicked Dou Huan’s hand gently, hinting she should let go.

But Dou Huan only clung tighter.

“I… I don’t have any strength left,” she said, looking up at her pitifully. “Can you… take me there?”

Jing Yu eyed the woman slumped against her, with smudged makeup and a tear-streaked face. She looked like she’d been crying. Gone was her usual haughty arrogance.

A sarcastic smile tugged at Jing Yu’s lips. “What do you think?”

Despite the haze in her head, Dou Huan had crystal-clear memories of how horribly she had treated Jing Yu in her past life. But maybe—just maybe—she could still fix things between them.

So she put on a weak, guilty smile. “I think Miss Jing is beautiful and kind… and surely wouldn’t leave a poor little thing like me behind.”

“Sorry,” Jing Yu said, prying her hand away with a dazzling smile. “I might be beautiful, but I’m not kind, and a certain “poor little thing” once called me vicious, remember?”

She did?

Had she said that?

Dou Huan honestly couldn’t recall. She’d been so obsessed with Chu Li back then that Jing Yu had barely registered in her memory.

Okay. Being soft didn’t work.

It’s time to become even more gentle.

“Miss Jing, I was wrong before,” Dou Huan said pitifully, still clutching Jing Yu’s hand. Her gaze was hazy, and her voice was low and sweet. “I apologize.”

Jing Yu blinked. She honestly hadn’t expected the usually arrogant, sharp-tongued woman to turn into such a clingy kitten when drunk.

With her messy makeup and pleading eyes, she really did look like a little stray cat begging for attention.

And for someone like Dou Huan to actually apologize?

That was… rare.

Looking at her like this, drunk and helpless, Jing Yu wondered how Chu Li could’ve let her be out here alone. What if some creep took her home? The thought alone was alarming.

Their mothers were close friends. If she didn’t help Dou Huan and something happened…

Jing Yu sighed. “Let go first. I’ll take you.”

“No,” Dou Huan shook her head, tipsy all over again, her cheek pressed against Jing Yu’s arm. “If I let go, you’ll run away.”