I transmigrated into a reverse-harem romance fantasy novel.
Into Evgenia, the story’s
worst
villainess!
She tormented her female-lead cousin and, even though she was
married
, she obsessively chased after the Crown Prince—one of the male leads!
B U T—
The villainess’s husband just so happened to be… my ultimate bias.
So I made my choice.
The female lead and her handsome men could sort out their own love drama.
My only goal was to live a sweet, peaceful life with my beloved Ultimate Bias husband.
But then—
“Please… grant me a divorce, Wife.”
My husband, voice shaking and eyes glossy with tears, said something completely ridiculous.
And the moment I saw that tear-streaked face, my resolve nearly crumbled.
Fine. If it’s for my Ultimate Bias…
If what you truly want is to be free from me…!
“Nope. Not happening. Try again.”
I didn’t care about the plot, the leads, or the world’s logic.
But a divorce?
Absolutely not.
I ripped the divorce papers right in Euclid’s face.
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