how to divorce the male lead - chapter 2
On the other hand, the Marquis's wife, Yuliana Oben, was sitting sprawled in the reception room. She had never felt her heart race and tremble like this before. She stirred the tea brought to her by the servants with a spoon and then dismissed them all politely.
*Tap*...
After confirming that the door was closed and there was no one around, Yuliana pinched her own cheek firmly.
"Ouch!"
She pinched so hard that her cheek quickly turned red. Then Yuliana began to slap her own cheek repeatedly.
"I wish it had been a dream!"
Since all her senses were so vivid, it was clear that it wasn't a dream but reality.
Yuliana choked back her tears inwardly. No, if she was going to remember her past life, she should have remembered from the beginning! Does it make sense for her past life to come back to her just as she's starting to ruin her life as a villainess?
"It doesn't make sense!"
Yuliana shouted loudly while looking at the black tea that was still steaming and swirling.
Just a few days ago, she had brought a whole host of her lovers with her, eating and drinking at her mansion .
she had been mocking her absent husband, who had returned with only elite soldiers while dining and drinking at the mansion
she had brought a whole host of her lovers with her, eating and drinking at her mansion .
Back then, she had no worries at all. After all, she didn't know that this was the world of a romance fantasy story with a 4.4-star rating! At that time, she was simply Yuliana Oben herself, and all she saw was the blemish of a illegitimate child husband who married her.
But everything changed last night in a dream. Now, Yuliana Oben knew that she was just a foolish supporting character who would soon wither away.
"I was just parsley... next to the steak..."
Yuliana couldn't hide her frustration and covered her face with both hands. She, who had indulged in her own emotions to the point of jumping for joy, now felt overwhelmed. Not long after, she heard the sound of knights approaching on horseback.
"He's coming."
Yuliana jumped up and pushed the window open. Indeed, her husband, who had returned with only elite soldiers, was confidently walking across the mansion's main path. The cheers of the estate's residents could be heard from outside the tightly closed main gate.
Yuliana swallowed hard.
She leaned forward to the window, trying to see as far as possible. However, she noticed that her husband had raised his head and was looking in her direction. But that couldn't be right; he was just passing through the central path of the mansion. There was no way he could see her from the reception room at the far end of the mansion.
Yuliana quickly closed the window and took a deep breath.
Her real husband had arrived.
Soon, the husband who would kill her.
*****
Yuliana led the servants forward, with the elderly butler standing at the front, substituting for the Marquis's wife's role, as they nervously walked to the front of the mansion. As the approaching knights on horseback looked so imposing, Yuliana held her hands in fear.
'...How did Yuliana originally act? No, wait. If I was going to act like I used to, why am I out here doing this? I'm not doing it like I used to! I'm trying to avoid death!'
Yuliana made an effort to avoid the foolish repetitive thoughts. And right after she prepared herself, she immediately put her plan into action.
The knights stopped their horses with a "Halt!" before they reached the dirt path where Yuliana and her group were standing. Yuliana's behavior, quite unusual for her, was on a path not considered a road, even without a carpet.
"Whoa..."
In a helmet pressed down low and black armor, a man named Evan Hillchen, who resembled a fierce black knight from an enemy force on the battlefield, stopped his black horse. He emitted an imposing aura that would make one feel overwhelmed if they met him as an enemy on the battlefield.
Yuliana felt her surroundings spinning. Still, she forced a smile.
"Uh, Evan. Come in quickly."
People around her made sounds of disbelief.
"The Marquis's wife greeted him!"
"To the Marquis!"
Before the murmurs could grow any louder, Yuliana raised her voice.
"I've been waiting."
"..."
This time, the sound of Evan Hillchen taking a deep breath through his helmet could be heard. He swallowed deeply once, and his exhaled breath sounded heavy.
Finally, Evan Hillchen dismounted from his black horse. Then, just before Yuliana could stop him, he swiftly removed his helmet and handed it over to the servants who had come forward with Yuliana.
Once he removed his helmet, he exuded a scent of sunshine and freshly washed rose soap. It was the fragrance that came from a well-washed body, perhaps from stopping at an inn. Yuliana felt frozen under his massive shadow.
Evan Hillchen closed the distance step by step. Then, with a swiftness that caught Yuliana off guard, he reached out and grabbed her waist before she could react.
"Ah!"
Yuliana found herself face to face with him.
Her entire body was momentarily trapped by his sturdy armor. Yuliana couldn't take her eyes off his deep blue eyes that stared at her as if they were bottomless abysses. His irises were so deep and blue that they appeared almost black. His eyes swept over her cheeks as if his gaze was as thick and dark as an abyss.
"My wife..."
"..."
He whispered, snorting softly.
"You still despise me, don't you?"
"N-No!"
Yuliana nodded vigorously, catching Evan by surprise with her unexpected reaction. He seemed to be on guard, not knowing what new form of humiliation to expect.
Yuliana tried several times to find words that would reassure him before finally saying, "I-I told you I was waiting."
"...I see. Are you angry because I made you wait?"
In response to Yuliana's answer, Evan nodded and said, "We should start construction on this dirt path right away. Your dress might get dirty."
"Y-Yes?"
He insisted on redoing it, even though all it needed was a bit of tidying up, to avoid getting her dress dirty. This man... Is he crazy?
"You, you don't have to..."
"I'm doing it because I'm pleased that you came out here to greet me."
He said in a low voice, averting his gaze slightly.
'He's... embarrassed!'
Yuliana was astonished. To react like this just because of a simple greeting...
Was this... how this novel went?
She felt irritated at having been spoiled and flipped the novel over. It seemed like she was the unlucky one, tripping and breaking her nose when she fell backward, just like that.
Yuliana forced herself to smile again, trying to suppress the urge to cry. Her lips were fixed in a strange, forced smile. Her facial muscles moved excessively as she smiled strangely, and Evan watched her as if she were an angel smiling down from heaven.
"T-Thank you for your hard work."
Her demon-like husband, who had just cut off the legs of the barbarians running away while clutching the enemy's throat, grinned broadly. Then, he lightly kissed Yuliana's cheek with a shy smile, like a boy in love.
"If I get welcomes like this, I could spend years fighting those barbarians."
"W-What a terrifying thing to say..."
Yuliana chuckled and quickly took the lead, pulling him by the hand.
My husband, who was like a devil and was said to grab the enemy's neck and cut off the legs of the escaping barbarian, grinned. And then he lightly kissed Yuliana’s cheek. With a shy smile like a boy in her first love.
“With a meeting like this, I can fight against barbarians for years.”
“What scary words… … .”
Yuliana said, “Hohoho.” I smiled and quickly backed away.
Evan, who was standing next to her dark horse, was staring at her, seemingly not planning on moving until Yuliana told her to come here.
She said, clearing her throat and holding on to her fingers that kept trying to curl up as if frozen by the cold wind : "Evan, come and rest. I'm going to serve some tea."
As soon as she finished speaking, he, who had been standing still as if he were frozen just moments ago, swiftly entered the mansion with surprising agility, even in his heavy armor.