HDTRML l CH 14

“Rather than being sold off to some old marquis, how about being sold to me?” The man spouting that infuriating line was the male lead of the last novel I read before I transmigrated. Duke Keith Ricardiz. Readers had nicknamed him: ‘Duke Rica-die-diz’. And to make it worse, he was exactly the type of regretful male lead I hated the most… Yet somehow, I ended up transmigrated as his contract wife. My tastes run toward loyal puppy-like male leads, or sweet pushover types—not tr*sh like him! * * * I thought I’d catch the cheating duke red-handed and rake in a huge alimony settlement through divorce. “I mean, I just saw my wife and another man coming out of a hotel room together. Isn’t this…… what you’d call the scene of an affair…… damn it.” But somehow, I got mistaken for the one having an affair? And ever since, the Duke’s attitude started to change. “If it’s not an affair, then you’ll need to prove it. For example… by letting me hold you once a day. Or if not that, a kiss will do.” Wha—What am I supposed to do with that?! All I wanted was to escape from this suffocating, frustrating regret-trope story! Damn it—I’m the one who should be saying ‘Damn it!’