It Feels Like I’m About to be Divorced, But my Husband is My Favorite

Episode 19

“Of course, I would follow your decision no matter the reason, my lady.”

Hearing those words lifted the heaviness in my heart, even if just a little.

“Thank you, Anne.”

Even if this trust isn’t genuine, there’s no turning back now.

I turned my head to gaze out the window, where the moon hung high.

I suddenly wondered about the will of the god who placed me in this world.

***

“Ah!”

A man kneeling on the cold, dark floor suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Despite his efforts to stay awake, he had eventually lost consciousness.

In that brief moment, his body was drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.

“Please… just kill me already.”

Words that seemed at odds with his noble features spilled from his lips.

But he couldn’t bear it—his mind was still haunted by the hellish visions that had filled his sight moments ago.

It was a horrifying nightmare. No, it wasn’t a nightmare.

He had never spoken of it to anyone, assuming no one would believe him, but it was undoubtedly real…

Clenching his teeth, he bit his lip and tightened his grip on his clasped hands before shutting his eyes again.

“Is this truly what you want of me? If so, will it really…?”

At that moment, click—the door opened, flooding the room with light.

“High Priest, are you still in the prayer room?”

Antonio, a cleric with angelic features, hurried toward the silver-haired man with concern.

“You’ll ruin your health like this. You’ve been praying all night for days now. Have you been skipping meals again?”

Noticing the untouched tray of food nearby, he scolded the high priest. Damien, however, stood up unsteadily.

Antonio was about to continue his lecture, insisting that skipping meals would leave him too weak to lead the prayer gatherings, but he froze upon seeing Damien’s face.

The lifeless complexion, the eyes void of spirit yet eerie enough to unsettle anyone—they didn’t seem like the Damien he knew.

Having grown up with Damien as fellow orphans in the temple, Antonio could keenly sense the change.

The once unwavering Damien, known for his strong convictions and unshakable demeanor, now exuded an air of desolation.

‘Almost as if he’d witnessed mountains of corpses behind him.’

Startled by his own morbid thought, Antonio quickly shook his head.

Damien was renowned as the youngest High Priest in temple history, blessed with immense divine power.

His reputation extended beyond the temple walls, celebrated for his adherence to principles, compassionate nature, and incorruptible conduct.

Even now, he had been fervently praying. Yet, Antonio couldn’t shake the chilling feeling emanating from him.

“It’s me who’s lacking in prayer,” Antonio chastised himself, attempting to dismiss his doubts. But he couldn’t ignore the memory of Damien wandering the temple like a madman ten days ago.

Since that night, Damien had locked himself in the prayer room, fasting and praying day and night.

‘Wait. Ten days ago?’

That coincided with the imperial declaration of war. What began as a mission to suppress barbarian tribes near the border had escalated into imperial expansionism.

Even the current war—where the Crown Prince himself was deployed—began with an unprovoked attack on a neighboring count’s territory, exploiting a trivial incident as a pretext.

Initially, the temple had remained silent, unable to indiscriminately defend invaders who breached their lands. However, as the situation worsened, they had no choice but to speak out.

This, in turn, strained the temple’s relationship with the imperial family, with whom they had previously maintained an amicable alliance.

The temple responded by organizing prayer gatherings for peace and the victims of the war. Even now, the temple grounds were crowded with believers praying for their loved ones heading to battle.

Antonio finally realized why Damien seemed so out of place.

As the temple’s leader, Damien likely felt immense responsibility and guilt for failing to prevent the needless war and the inevitable sacrifices.

‘After all, unlike ordinary clerics who can only heal, Damien has received divine revelations and visions.’

Antonio, having never truly doubted Damien, pushed aside his concerns. Watching Damien return to prayer, he spoke up.

“High Priest, there’s something I need to discuss.”

“Speak.”

Damien’s response was curt, his eyes remaining closed.

Sighing softly at Damien’s apparent lack of focus, Antonio continued.

“There’s been a request to hold a wedding at the temple. Given the current situation, I intended to decline, but it’s from a family we can’t easily refuse.”

At that, Damien’s long silver lashes trembled, revealing his green eyes.

Emboldened by the apparent interest, Antonio raised his voice.

“Do you know who the bride is? It’s none other than Lady Basilian! No, not the duke’s niece, but Lady Evgenia Basilian herself.”

“…”

“I even thought the Crown Prince might have finally succumbed to her persistence and decided to marry her before heading to war. But no. And her partner is none other than…”

“Duke Rudion. It must be him.”

“Huh? Y-yes, that’s correct.”

How did he know? This shocking revelation had thrown the entire temple into chaos.

“Inform the Basilian family that we’ll set a date soon.”

“Understood. And the officiating cleric…”

Before Antonio could finish, Damien’s previously empty eyes gleamed with determination.

“I’ll officiate it personally.”

When I woke up, I was greeted with exciting news: the temple had finalized a wedding date.

It was much sooner than expected, surprising not only my family but me as well.

From the moment I found myself in this world, I had vaguely wished for this day. Now, it was only a matter of time before I saw my favorite character in person!

I should have been overjoyed, but instead…

‘Ugh. I barely have time for the wedding preparations, and now I have to console him too?’

I sighed as I looked at Alexis, who sat pouting with a large pillow in his arms, glaring at me.

Not that I was overly involved in the wedding preparations—most of the work was handled by the Basilian family and Anne.

All I had to do was pick a dress or accessory from the booklets Anne showed me and sign off on the necessary documents.

Honestly, I’d worried I might be illiterate in this body, but to my relief, I had no trouble reading or writing. Reflecting on it now, it made sense—I could understand and speak the language, after all.

Still, I’d been relieved at the time. I couldn’t bear the thought of my favorite character ending up with an illiterate bride…

“Fine! You win!” Alexis suddenly yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Seriously, you’re unbelievable! You come all the way here, and you won’t say a word until I speak first?”

“I wasn’t…”

“Forget it! You win, okay?”

When did I ever glare at him?

I had only been lost in thought, lamenting how he ignored me after I went to the trouble of visiting. Yet here he was, yelling at me out of the blue.

Wait—was he insinuating I had a sharp glare?

However, Alexis began to protest, his eyes wide with indignation.

“So, why did you come? To a guy worse than a stranger, who doesn’t even treat me like a brother or talk to me like a cousin—what do you possibly have to say now?”