I Failed to Divorce My Husband

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t end my marriage with my husband. Now, I’ve been reborn as a minor character who spent a decade obsessing over him—the story’s male lead—only to meet a tragic end. Naturally, I attempted to leave him before the heroine entered the picture. But then I discovered his family had been secretly mistreating him behind closed doors. In that instant, the weight of responsibility and moral duty as someone from the modern world crashed over me.

Aidan stood with his back to her, his grip tightening around her wrist with terrifying force—enough to tear her arm clean off. Erin’s voice trembled as she whispered his name.

“I told you yesterday,” she murmured softly. “We’re husband and wife. That means I’ll always stand by you.”

Silence stretched between them.

“Everything will be okay,” she reassured him, her words like a soothing enchantment. And just like that, under the spell of her voice, Aidan’s shaking subsided.

Before the female lead could arrive, the grown-up Erin had asked Aidan for a divorce. The moment she uttered those words, the warmth drained from his expression.

“A divorce?” His voice was icy. “That will never happen.”