Don't Get Caught By Your Husband! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
He’s kept going on about singing since earlier… Could he really have heard me singing last time?
Belladonna swallowed hard, her throat dry with nervousness.
She brought his large hand, resting on her waist, forward to her own chest.
Belladonna raised her right index finger like a pencil and slowly traced letters on his open palm.
‘W. H. A. T. . S. O. N. G.?’
He furrowed his brows, watching her intently before finally speaking.
“What song do you want?”
She nodded vigorously.
“If I ask, will you really sing it for me?”
Escalion smirked, lifting the corners of his lips.
She didn’t actually expect him to sing, but she desperately wanted to know whether he truly remembered the song she’d once sung.
Belladonna stared at him silently.
“What song should I ask for….”
Escalion exhaled a low breath and rolled his golden eyes.
If words like “work song,” “sky,” “bountiful harvest,” or “little bird” came out of his mouth, she was ready to bolt from the spot immediately.
At that point, vows and marriage be damned—she’d flee straight to Astanya and hide deep within the Papal Palace.
‘Because that would mean he’s found out beyond doubt that I can speak….’
Belladonna held her breath and fixed her eyes on his lips.
Soon, his lips curved upward again in a smooth, confident arc.
“Singing was just an excuse. I made an unreasonable request of a wife who can’t speak—never expected you’d actually ask what song I wanted.”
Ugh… I’ve been caught off guard instead.
Belladonna unconsciously scrunched her face.
Escalion gently rubbed her furrowed brow with his thick finger and spoke.
“Consider it forgiven for today—relax your expression. You’re not scary at all.”
Forgiven?
Confused by his words, Belladonna blinked in bewilderment, prompting him to poke her cheek playfully.
“What I mean is, I’m too tired today to lay a hand on you anyway.”
“…….”
“You can’t push your wife too hard on the very first night and risk hurting her, can you?”
Though Belladonna couldn’t fully grasp what Escalion meant, she sensed it wasn’t exactly cheerful.
Trying her best not to provoke him, Belladonna quietly slid her body backward bit by bit.
“But you, really…”
Failure.
Just as Belladonna had nearly inched her way to the edge of the bed, he caught her again and dragged her back.
He grasped her slender wrist and turned it this way and that, examining it closely.
Even encircled fully in his grip, her pale, delicate wrist still left ample room to spare, fluttering loosely within his grasp.
“How do you even survive with wrists like this?”
That’s only because you’re abnormally huge…!
Belladonna protested inwardly but kept the Saintess’s signature sunlit smile firmly pasted on her face.
Hehe…
“What good does just smiling like that do?”
Oh no… It’s not working…?
Slightly flustered, Belladonna stiffened the corners of her mouth.
Until now, a simple smile had always sufficed—people would either vaguely accept it or interpret it their own way—but this man before her wasn’t so easily fooled.
Escalion tilted his head slightly, still fiddling with her wrist.
“When you moved your finger across my palm earlier, I thought it was a feather brushing against it, not a finger.”
Again, I’m telling you—it’s because you’re absurdly massive…!
Belladonna kept her smile firmly in place, tensing the edges of her lips.
Escalion lifted his golden eyes and stared straight at her.
Why, what, why—
“Are all women like you?”
Women?
This time, she couldn’t maintain her smile properly.
Women?
Belladonna’s lips twitched as she recalled the ornate necklace she’d discovered earlier in the room assigned to her.
‘What is this man even doing? Is he pretending to be innocent just because I’m his wife?’
He’d boldly summoned one of his mistresses into the very castle itself before—women?
How dare he play the innocent!
“I still can’t tell how much strength I should use.”
Escalion alternately glanced between his own rough, calloused palm and her tiny one, then seemingly lost interest and gently placed her hand back on the bed.
Belladonna looked down at her newly freed wrist.
Is this how he charms women?
“Starting my wedding night abandoned by my own wife—how tragic.”
Escalion lay on his back, arms tucked behind his head, eyes closed as he spoke toward the ceiling.
Belladonna glanced down at him and then let out an inaudible snort before lying down beside him.
Take your tragic fate and sort it out with your other women!
Though unintended, she felt fortunate to have realized early on that he had other women.
Otherwise…
‘I might’ve actually felt guilty for continually refusing to consummate the marriage.’
Belladonna shifted slightly, searching for a comfortable sleeping position.
She’d have to keep making excuses—claim she was in pain, claim she was on her monthly, or lie that it was a week of prayers and her body needed to stay pure!
Besides, Escalion was the Lord of Grivblata—surely he’d be far too busy to come to her every single night.
‘He won’t be able to seek me out each night!’
Three months.
Just three more months, and she could return to the Papal Palace.
“…….”
As her thoughts spiraled onward, Belladonna slowly blinked her eyes.
…Return? To the Papal Palace?
‘Is that truly what I want?’
Unconsciously, Belladonna bit her lower lip.
‘What would I even have there?’
If she returned to the Papal Palace, she’d once again be locked inside the confessional, listening day after day to people’s troubles.
She’d have to flatter the greedy Pope and, at times, be dragged into performing emotional labor for him.
‘And if the Papal finances ran dry again…’
She might be forced into a second or even third political marriage with men like Escalion.
Belladonna cast a troubled glance at the man beside her.
He seemed fast asleep—his firm chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.
‘But I can’t possibly prolong this marriage with him either.’
Whether she liked it or not, the Pope would expose Escalion’s secret and annul their marriage in exactly three months.
Belladonna closed her eyes, overcome by sudden suffocation.
‘Compared to my previous life, this is undeniably peaceful.’
At the very least, she wouldn’t go hungry or fall ill.
Yes, this is enough. Stop being greedy.
This is enough to live on…
She kept repeating this like a mantra to herself until she gradually drifted into an uneasy sleep.
[This is the timeline separator]Heavy.
So heavy… Suffocating…
Belladonna scowled as she stirred awake.
Something massive and weighty was tightly wrapped around her.
‘What… is this…?’
She forced her eyes open and met an unfamiliar ceiling and room layout bathed in brilliant morning light.
This place was…
‘Ah, right—the bridal chamber.’
Blinking slowly, she lowered her gaze and saw a scarred, thick arm firmly embracing her body without a gap.
‘No wonder I couldn’t sleep properly like this….’
Belladonna wriggled and squirmed, trying to break free from his grasp.
Ugh, why cling so tightly!
Annoyed, she jerked her body, then looked down at the arm that hadn’t budged an inch.
Given how much she’d struggled without eliciting the slightest reaction, Escalion must be a deeply sound sleeper once he drifted off.
Should she hit him?
‘But my arms won’t even move.’
Then bite him?
She seriously considered it, tilting her head to bring his arm within reach of her mouth.
Would he even feel it if I bit him?
What if I just chip my own teeth…? Should I bite with all my strength…?
As she turned her head this way and that, calculating the best angle, a faint, muffled chuckle landed against her ear.
“Heh heh…”
She also felt the body pressed flush against hers tremble slightly.
Oh! You were awake all along?
“What are you doing, right from the morning?”
Escalion asked in a low, sleepy voice.
Embarrassed by what she’d nearly done, Belladonna froze completely, only her eyes blinking rapidly.
“If you’re hungry, just say so. Don’t go thinking about gnawing on your husband’s arm.”
“…….”
How mortifying.
She buried her face in frustration, but he shifted his heavy arm and pulled her even closer into his embrace.
“You’re more troublesome than I expected, woman.”
Escalion nuzzled his nose into Belladonna’s tousled hair.
“It’s soft—and softer than I thought. Perfect for cuddling while sleeping.”
Seriously, since when did I become your pillow!
He hugged her a bit tighter, let out a satisfied groan, then slowly pulled away from her.
“Regrettable as it is, my wife seems hungry, so I’ll stop here.”
Good. Thank you.
Belladonna finally sat up, freed at last.
Escalion turned his back to her, seemingly preparing to get out of bed.
Belladonna instinctively watched his back, then suddenly jerked her eyes away in alarm.
‘Wait—since when has he been naked?’
His bare, perfectly sculpted back muscles glistened in the morning sun.
He rose from the bed, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and began light stretching.
‘Please put on some clothes!’
Feeling flustered, Belladonna’s face flushed hot as she deliberately stared out the innocent window.
“We’ll have breakfast, right?”
Of course we will…
Ah, why won’t you dress!
She turned her head instinctively to reply—and immediately whipped it back the other way upon seeing he was still completely naked.
Fumbling across the bed, she grabbed the robe he’d left behind and held it out toward him.
“You’re quite particular.”
Escalion grumbled as he took the robe she offered and began putting it on.
It’s not that I’m particular—people normally wear clothes, you know?
Only then did Belladonna finally turn her head and rise from the bed.
“Stay right there. I’ll have breakfast brought to you.”
Escalion glanced down at her as she got up and muttered the words.
Huh? Here?
Belladonna had never once eaten breakfast in bed in her entire life.
In her previous life, she hadn’t even owned a bed, and after becoming the Saintess, propriety had restricted her too heavily to ever consider it…
“I kept you from sleeping comfortably by holding you all night. At least let you eat in peace.”
Escalion reached out and cupped her cheek.
He looked down for a moment at Belladonna, clearly still drowsy from sleep, then turned away.
“I’ll eat separately. You stay here and have your meal comfortably alone.”
Huh? We weren’t eating together?
Without another word, he ambled toward the door, shut it with a soft thud, and vanished from sight.
Relieved, Belladonna leaned back against the headboard of the bed.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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Chapter Comments (2)
Belladonna is thrilled to see the sea, but she’s also surprised by her husband Escalion’s attitude towards her. The story unfolds, revealing different facets of their personalities.- Without Belladonna realizing it, she’s slowly forming fond memories with Escalion, but doubt lingers. The painting of the two of them is leaving a lasting impression on her.
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