Synopsis
Things got complicated, and I ended up marrying the strongest male lead in the entire world.
The problem? I’m just a minor villainess.
“Wait… doesn’t the male lead kill me?”
I’m doomed.
Begging my husband not to casually chop me up, I appropriately reorganized the territory, made a fortune through business, and patiently waited for the day we could get divorced.
But then…
“What did you just say?”
“I said I want a divorce. There’s someone more suitable to become your countess than me…”
“I don’t think that will work.”
“What won’t?”
“Because you were the woman I wanted from the very beginning.”
What?
Wasn’t ours supposed to be a marriage of convenience?
