How To Escape From A Devilish Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
“Of course, as a lady, you might not be privy to detailed news regarding national defense.”
When she hesitated and failed to reply immediately, he gave a light chuckle as if it had all been a joke and then explained.
“I have been entrusted by His Imperial Majesty to oversee and manage the Third District.”
His tone was utterly businesslike, as though delivering an official report.
‘…Could that be why I didn’t know? Because he primarily operates in the Third District?’
No, that couldn’t be it.
If that were true, other nobles in the capital would know—yet she alone remained ignorant.
Confusion began swirling through her mind again.
“You… manage the Third District?”
“Yes. Thanks to its industrial sector, the prosperity of this capital is maintained.”
A peculiar smile lingered on his face as he answered.
The corners of his lips curled upward, redder than wine, yet his eyes remained cold as ice.
The moment their gazes met, the tragedy from three days ago pierced her heart like an icy arrow.
Delphine hastily dropped her eyes to her plate.
The tips of her fingers, which had been holding her knife mechanically, had gone cold.
“My lady?”
Startled by the man’s voice calling her, Delphine flinched.
Etiquette or decorum—rules about not revealing one’s emotions so easily—had long since lost their power, swallowed by fear.
“You’ve gone pale, my lady. Are you quite all right?”
“Oh, it’s just…”
Delphine quickly lowered her knife-holding hand beneath the table to hide her trembling fingers.
“My digestion… it’s just…”
As soon as she uttered the words, her stomach truly began churning.
The food she had forced herself to chew, pretending to eat, now felt stuck beneath her sternum.
She had always suffered from stress-induced gastritis whenever something troubled her…
“Oh dear.”
He abruptly rose from his seat and swiftly approached her.
“Oh!”
Then, with surprising ease, he lifted Delphine into his arms.
Flustered, Delphine squirmed, her face gone ghostly white.
“I’m f-fine…”
“Stay still. I won’t drop you.”
Without hesitation, he strode resolutely toward her private chambers.
He walked as though carrying a woman in a dress meant nothing at all—utterly unimpeded.
Upon reaching her chamber, he set her down on the bed just as he had the previous night, though with slightly more care.
Delphine immediately turned her body and wrapped both arms protectively around her stomach.
Perhaps due to the tension of being held in his firm embrace, her stomach now ached even more sharply than before.
He reached his large hand toward her abdomen.
“Where does it hurt…”
But when she flinched and curled her body inward, his hand stopped abruptly midair.
To her surprise, it was Delphine who found herself startled by his reaction.
“…It seems you’ve developed a stomachache.”
She peeked up at him—he genuinely looked concerned.
Even though he had personally slit her father’s throat right before her very eyes.
Yet here he was, making that expression over something as trivial as her nervous stomachache.
It was infuriating.
And yet, perhaps because her body and spirit were weaker than ever,
“It’s all right. You’ll feel better after a good rest, my lady.”
Why did his gentle eyes and soothing tone suddenly bring tears to her eyes?
And why did she find herself helplessly recalling that boy—the one who, despite being a slave himself, had always worried about his master?
“…”
“Oh dear. You look even paler now. Come now…”
She curled her body tightly, trying to hide her expression, when she heard his low murmur.
She also felt his careful hand patting her back.
Strangely enough, she truly did feel reassured, and the tension slowly drained from her body.
“You’ll be perfectly fine once you wake up.”
Would she?
Would everything truly be restored as it once was?
‘If only this entire situation could revert back to how it was before…’
As if it had all been a nightmare in broad daylight.
Listening to the man’s low voice, Delphine finally let her drowsy eyes close.
That night, Ioan appeared in her dream—strangely enough.
[This is the timeline separator]It had been the day her former fiancé, Leonard, visited Pembroke Mansion.
The day she had received a proposal—and a purple iris—from a man she’d met for the first time in her life.
“Who is that man?”
“What?”
Ioan didn’t even glance at the dried fig I offered him as he spoke.
He had grown noticeably taller and broader than others his age—so much so that strangers now mistook him for a full-grown young man.
When I turned to look at him, Ioan quickly lowered his reddening face and mumbled shyly.
“…The man you were walking with earlier.”
“Oh, Lord Leonardo? Here, just eat this already.”
I pressed the fig into his hand and then plopped down onto a garden chair.
“He’s my fiancé.”
At my casual remark, his body instantly stiffened as he carefully tucked the fig into his pocket.
“Your… fiancé?”
“Yes. Ah—it means we’ve promised to marry each other someday.”
“I know that much! …I’m sorry, miss.”
He had snapped impulsively, then quickly bit his lip and apologized.
“It’s fine.”
“Then… then you’re going to marry that nobleman? When?”
“Hmm… probably when I turn twenty?”
“So you’ll be leaving this mansion?”
“I suppose so.”
I kicked absently at the garden soil with my shoe-clad foot as I replied.
She had always assumed political marriage was simply a given—but seeing someone react to it with such unfamiliarity felt strangely unsettling.
“…”
“Father hasn’t been using the whip lately.”
I casually tossed out the remark to him, who had suddenly fallen silent.
Ioan wasn’t just tall—he was unusually strong as well.
Even before reaching adulthood, no servant in the mansion could match his strength.
Not long ago, he had even been punished for seriously injuring a servant who’d tormented him.
It must have been because of that incident that Father had stopped whipping him.
I thought bitterly.
As always, Ioan disliked it whenever I brought up this topic.
At some point, he had even begun refusing the medicine I brought him.
It probably started that night—
The night beneath the full moon, when we sat facing each other with a dish of clear water between us.
“Twenty years old… That leaves about two more years.”
He clumsily changed the subject.
Whenever Ioan tried to hide his true feelings from me, he always gave himself away like this.
“Yeah. I suppose so.”
“…Miss, you don’t seem very happy living in a mansion like this.”
“What?”
I lifted my head in surprise.
Rarely meeting my gaze head-on, he now looked at me with unwavering seriousness.
“Do you think you’ll be happy… marrying that nobleman?”
Happy? Happiness.
A word as unfamiliar to me as political marriage itself—something I’d never truly considered deeply.
After briefly chewing my lip, I deliberately mimicked a strict expression.
“…Ioan Pride. Though I hold you in higher regard than other servants, that’s far too impertinent a question.”
Then I was the one who turned away from him first,
Deliberately avoiding his persistent, chestnut-brown eyes.
[This is the timeline separator]Again.
Delphine lay dazed, watching the curtains flutter in the breeze.
Brilliant morning sunlight filtered through the thin fabric.
Just like someone who’d taken sleeping pills, she’d once again collapsed into unconscious sleep the previous night.
‘Now that I think about it…’
Delphine absentmindedly stroked her slender stomach.
The queasiness that had felt like something heavy sitting in her gut just last night had completely vanished.
Usually, after such an episode, she’d be unable to swallow even soup for several days.
Yet now, she felt no pain at all.
“You’re awake.”
At that moment, a quiet voice came from beyond the bed.
“Are you well, my lady?”
The man asked again, looking at her silence.
No—actually, it wasn’t a question. His tone carried a strange certainty.
Last night, she had dreamed of Ioan.
Not the man before her now, but that boy—the slave from back then.
“In this mansion… are you happy, miss?”
“My lady? Could it be you’re still feeling unwell…?”
“Do you know the legend of the night of the full moon?”
Delphine asked abruptly.
It was a completely impulsive question.
Her dreamy, lingering eyes—still clouded by sleep and the remnants of her dream—stared fixedly at the beautiful man’s face.
He met her gaze for a moment, then slowly parted his lips.
“…The werewolf legend?”
Disappointment immediately flickered in Delphine’s emerald eyes.
He watched her expression change without a trace of emotion, then spoke again.
“You ate far too little last evening. I’ve already instructed them to prepare breakfast early. Please come down once you’re dressed.”
Now that she looked, the man was already impeccably dressed in his uniform.
Realizing she was still in nothing but a thin chemise, Delphine hurriedly pulled the sheet over herself.
“…”
A faint crack seemed to appear in the man’s elegant, restrained composure at the sight.
But only for a moment.
“…Come down.”
The door closed somewhat hastily.
Alone in the quiet chamber,
Delphine sat dazed on the bed and suddenly realized something.
“…Normally, wouldn’t someone ask what legend you meant?”
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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