Did I really deserve to be reduced to this? Experiencing this firsthand made me realize just how absurdly unfair it all was. Could anything I did truly warrant crushing a young girl’s future so completely?
“Wow! The white wedding dress is so beautiful!”
“Is it? To me, it looks dingy and yellowed on that filthy woman. The dress you’ll wear for our wedding will be far lovelier.”
“Oh, Your Highness!”
Even during the solemn ceremony, the former Crown Prince and the heroine giggled sweetly, wrapped in their sickly-sweet atmosphere.
They had come to my wedding, like spectators eager to watch an execution.
And it wasn’t just them. From all sides, I could feel curious and disdainful stares. A sigh escaped beneath my veil.
“And now, the kiss of vows.”
The groom—my new husband, old enough to be my father—lifted my veil.
“Resign yourself. You are now my woman, hohoho!”
His slimy voice slithered into my ears, and I reluctantly raised my face.
“Now, I shall lavish you with my affection.”
…Wait a moment.
His thick lips curled into a grin.
…Wait, wait.
A heavy, fleshy chin adorned with a sparse beard.
…Wait, wait, wait.
Eyes buried in layers of fat, accompanied by faint wrinkles.
…Wait, wait, wait, wait!
A balding head, desperately slicked back with copious amounts of pomade, creating a pitifully tragic effect.
This is my husband?
…Not bad.
The man who once struck me as a grotesque toad now made my heart flutter.
This is wrong—something is definitely wrong!
Sure, his crudeness was a drawback, but his rugged charm wasn’t half bad. What am I even thinking?!
“Could this possibly be my previous life’s preference?”
Now that I think about it, I’ve never once believed myself to be in the wrong since the day I was born.
I wasn’t some selfish woman as society labeled me. No, I was the law itself. Anyone who dared defy me was the one at fault—or so I genuinely believed.
And yet, here I was, feeling a hint of guilt for harassing the heroine.
My current and past-life thoughts were mixing in a way that left me muddled and incoherent.
“Guhaha, trembling with fear, you adorable maiden!”
My groom misinterpreted my hesitation and wandering gaze as fear and let out a lecherous laugh.
Who would feel anything but disgust toward such a shady man! Or so I thought, but the very next moment, a different thought arose.
Well, fine. This must be fate. I suppose I can marry him if I must.
Caught between repulsion and excitement, my maidenly heart was a whirlwind of emotions.
The sensation of his toad-like face nearing mine and the touch of his lips—
The overpowering smell of pomade mixed with a faint hint of old age left me both nauseated and enchanted.
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