There is a saying like this.
“The more you know, the more you see.”
Vendia Rose was now truly feeling that saying.
“Haah. Please get straight to the point.”
That was the kind of thing the man said to his wife who had come to see him.
“So, what is it?”
He urged her again in an irritated tone, not even properly sitting down in his chair.
But who was she? Hadn’t she already predicted and seen through all of this?
Vendia ignored her husband’s prickly cold attitude and sat down heavily on the chair. She noticed his brows twitch in displeasure, but she ignored that too.
“It’s an important matter.”
“Get to the point.”
She carefully began to speak, but what came back were only two syllables.
It meant: stop the nonsense and say the main point.
‘What an arrogant jerk.’
Holding back the fist that almost clenched, Vendia glared at her husband. Since entering the office, he hadn’t once looked at her and only focused on documents. Even though she was his wife, she was treated worse than a stone on the roadside.
This confirmed her decision even more. The path she had to take. If so, she had to say it clearly.
How should she say it to crack that face a little more?
As she searched for the most impactful words, her eyes caught his left hand.
‘They always wear the wedding ring, don’t they.’
Even while ignoring his wife completely, a wedding ring sat on his ring finger.
If only he realized his feelings before doing something he would regret.
Even while thinking that, Vendia couldn’t take her eyes off him as he flipped through documents under the sunlight.
It was the first time in two weeks since she had possessed this body that she was seeing his face this closely.
Looking closely, he was a man who suited sunlight more than shadows. His silver hair shimmered softly like ripples on a river under sunlight.
A smooth, flawless forehead and neatly shaped brows above a strong brow bone. His long, double-eyelid-free eyes gave a sharp impression, but his deep blue eyes—like the deep sea—created a mysterious atmosphere.
A straight nose bridge, and below it, tightly closed, slightly red and full lips. Even his throat moving as he swallowed stood out clearly.
His facial structure was stronger than most men’s, yet still beautiful.
However, unlike his refined face, his shoulders were broad like a door and his chest was thick…
‘Ah! Stop!’
Vendia snapped back to her senses, realizing she had been openly admiring his appearance. She almost forgot her purpose, bewitched by that dangerous, charming face.
The owner of that excessively well-described face was Denros Kalvermer.
Head of the Kalvermer Duke House, second only to the Crown Prince in the imperial succession line. In many ways, the most outstanding man in the empire—and her husband.
And also, the male lead of this world.
Seeing how many thoughts she had about his dazzling face, there was no doubt he was the “male lead.”
At least she was lucky to have prior knowledge. Otherwise, she would have just fallen for that face without knowing anything.
‘Haha! Good job, past me.’
For the first time, she was grateful for all the romance fantasy novels she had read.
Holding back the urge to hug herself, Vendia spoke.
“Denros.”
“Speak.”
Her hand, still marked faintly by ring marks, placed a sheet of paper on his desk.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
“……”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
At those words, Denros finally moved his gaze to her.
On the paper she confidently handed over, it clearly read: mutual divorce agreement.
‘Haha! How does your first divorce attack feel?’
His blue eyes, which had not moved even a little like a fortress, trembled slightly.
At this point, anyone would understand.
That she had become the heroine of a novel, and that this genre was a “regret story.”
What is a regret story?
A story where the male lead hurts the heroine terribly, then later regrets it, crawls back, apologizes, and suffers in despair.
So what is this situation now? Of course—it’s a cliché.
In the early part of a regret story, the heroine asking for divorce was standard.
The reason she was so sure was because regret stories had a fixed formula.
A marriage of convenience. The heroine loves the male lead, but he is cold and cruel to her. Eventually, emotionally drained and hurt, she asks for divorce. The male lead refuses.
Then he starts to feel anxious seeing the cold heroine, chases after her after she leaves, and cries that she was his true love all along.
That was every regret story she had ever read.
So this was just the expected sequence.
And during her two weeks of possession, Denros had been a textbook male lead:
Separate rooms.
Never appearing for meals.
If they met, he looked at her like she was dirt and left.
Ignoring his wife so even the servants ignored her.
There were more, but she would stop there.
‘Now, how will he react?’
Would he tear the document apart? Tell her coldly to stop nonsense and leave? Or stay completely unresponsive like a wall?
Either way was fine. She had already predicted everything.
Her nose lifted confidently, sure everything would go as expected.
Then finally, his lips opened.
“Alright.”
“…Just as I thought—huh?”
“I will.”
“…W-what?”
Did she hear wrong?
Her eyes blinked slowly at an answer not in the script.
“I agree to the divorce.”
Huh?
No, that’s not right. He was supposed to tear the paper apart!
He was supposed to shout that divorce was nonsense and tell her to get out!
He was supposed to say she was wasting his time!
“Am I supposed to sign here?”
As she froze in shock, Denros picked up a fountain pen.
“It is here, yes, but are you really divorcing—”
“Yes. Please sign as well and submit it today. I will inform the butler.”
Before she could finish, the signed document was already pushed back to her.
He even gestured impatiently, as if telling her to take it quickly.
“…Hah.”
She accepted the paper with a blank expression she couldn’t hide.
Is this… a dream?
“This is no longer needed.”
As if proving it was real, Denros calmly removed the ring from his fourth finger.
Then, right in front of her eyes, he threw it into a drawer without hesitation.
Vendia’s shoulders flinched.
It felt like she herself had been thrown away like that ring.
“If you are done, you may leave.”
“…No, this isn’t what I expected…”
“Butler.”
He cut off her words and called the butler.
“Yes, my lord.”
The door opened immediately and the butler rushed in.
“Escort the lady to her room, and process the divorce papers today.”
A cold order. Even the way he addressed her had already changed—as if they were already divorced.
“R-really? Really?”
By the time she regained her senses, the butler was already dragging her out by the arm.
As she was pulled away helplessly, she saw him through the closing door.
Denros had already returned to his work without a single trace of emotion.
His blue eyes, which had flickered for a moment, were now calm—colder than before.
As if saying: it was all your misunderstanding.
…This isn’t right.
‘Wasn’t I supposed to be the heroine of a regret story?!’