The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 59

Boom!

“Worried? What nonsense is that.”

After parting ways with Barbarossa, I entered my private study and read books like a madwoman. It was the Kingdom Nobility Genealogical Yearbook I’d pre-selected earlier.

Someone married at age nine.

Someone married at age ten.

The younger the marriage, the more likely the parents had died early—marriage served as a way to secure a new guardian. The nobility yearbook even listed unusual cases where marriage was chosen over adoption.

An eleven-year-old orphaned noble girl, with no relatives to protect her, married a marquis over twenty years her senior—but this marriage was a sham.

When the girl reached adulthood, her original husband personally found her a new husband and cleanly divorced her.

For her second marriage, she took with her exactly the same dowry she’d brought at age eleven.

Through this method, her relatives couldn’t lay a finger on the inheritance her parents had left behind—because a legal husband made a better guardian than blood relatives.

In truth, the nobility yearbook merely listed monotonously who married whom, when, and in which year; to understand the circumstances surrounding those marriages, one had to consult historical records.

“This person became a lord at nine and took a ten-year-old wife. Because they married so young, they lived together harmoniously like siblings their whole lives—both in childhood and adulthood, as if they were real brother and sister.”

〈You must love me.〉

〈No matter how we married, spouses love each other, don’t they?〉

I shook my head vigorously to erase the voice echoing in my mind.

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