As expected, Eugene dismissed my words lightly and leaned back in his chair.

“Go to the chalet in Shahal for a change of scenery. Do some shopping with Lady Gran or something. Do I need to tell you even that?”

His words ended with a faint sneer.

I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. My husband, in so many ways, was truly remarkable.

‘How foolish I was to have loved you.’

“No. It’s something I’ve been meaning to say every moment.”

And I still seemed foolish, requiring considerable courage to utter just this one sentence.

I forced open my constricted throat.

“The divorce papers are already prepared and left for you. Just your signature is needed. It’s something you’ve always wanted, anyway.”

My voice came out more firmly than ever. Thankfully.

As I raised my eyes, Eugene was speechless.

‘You will love that other woman, not me, now.’

The teacup was already empty, and there was no reason to prolong this pointless conversation.

I stood up without hesitation.

“If there’s nothing more, I’ll be going. I need to get ready to leave.”

As I turned to leave, my arm was grabbed. Eugene had closed the distance in just one step.
He grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him, and asked,

“Leaving? To where?”

“Anywhere.”

“What do you mean, anywhere? This is your home.”

“Don’t be mistaken. This is Eugene Evergail’s house, not mine. Where is Helena Owen’s place here?”

Eugene growled like scraping his throat at the mention of Owen’s surname instead of Evergail’s.

“Are you in your right mind?”

Helena raised an eyebrow. She could feel a significant grip on her wrist.

The fact that it looked like she was wincing in pain from her arm being hurt was somewhat comforting.

“I’m more sane than ever.”

As she raised her arm to shake off his hand, the long sleeve followed suit. The sleeve, large enough to reach her wrists, was cumbersome, adorned with excessive frills. Its weight and length always made her stumble.

The dress, a gift from Eugene last anniversary, was one of the many overly extravagant items in her wardrobe.

“……Your gifts have always been like glass slippers.”

Forced into them, only to realize they don’t fit and withdraw, like ill-fitting glass slippers.

If she wanted to make a clacking sound, she had to endure the pain. He only heard the sound of her shoes and nothing else.

‘I knew everything about you, from your preferred fabric to your favorite Bordeaux wine, even which side of your mouth lifts more when you smile.’

Now, it all became irrelevant.

The leaning relationship could never be balanced by effort. It had to be completely shattered to break free.

She had nothing more to expect from him. He had made it impossible.

As a husband, or merely as a housemate with whom she had spent a long time.

“Helena. Sit down. Don’t regret this later.”

Eugene gently pulled her arm this time. She stopped pushing him away for a moment, lost in thought, which he seemed to take as an affirmative response.

The distance she had painstakingly created was rendered useless in an instant.

Drawn in whenever he pulled, swayed whenever he led. She didn’t want to fall into his arms like a bird with a broken leg anymore, not before it was too late to turn back.

Helena gathered her lingering feelings and shook off his hand.

“I guess I should leave this dress here too since it’s yours. Thanks for reminding me.”

With a dry rustle, his hand fell away.

At that moment, her insides twisted strangely. A pang in her heart.

Was it anxiety or relief?

Helena slowly stepped back towards the exit. Eugene stood frozen, watching her. His eyes flickered like a raptor’s just before pouncing on its prey.

“…….”

In the midst of their locked gazes, his lips twitched slightly. But he didn’t call her name.

Leaving him behind, Helena turned and walked out of the indoor garden.

When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman

“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.

Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”

Synopsis:

Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends,  transmigrates to a female-dominated country.

Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?

Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!

Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!

Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.

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