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

Episode 22

Delano thought that if Euclid hadn’t so decisively pointed out his errors, he would never have realized them on his own.

The thought that he might have made an irreparable mistake upon arriving at the Basilian Ducal Estate sent a shiver down his spine.

At the same time, he thought:

“Ah, how could someone be so benevolent?”

Everyone in the Rudion Ducal household respected their kind and gentle master, but Delano, who had taken this admiration to an extreme level, instinctively praised Euclid in his heart once again.

He fervently prayed that the future duchess of Basilian—who would soon marry into this noble family despite the union being a loveless, political arrangement—realized how fortunate she was to have such a respectful husband.

At that moment, Euclid, who had been quietly looking out of the carriage window, began tidying up the reports he had set aside and placed them in his bag.

Observing this, Delano realized that they were nearing their destination, the Basilian Ducal Estate. He straightened his already proper posture, suddenly feeling a bit parched.

“Ah, ahem. Your Grace, aren’t you nervous at all?”

Hoping to lighten the awkward mood from earlier, Delano asked Euclid, who remained as composed as ever, as if nothing could disturb his calm demeanor.

Even though Euclid had never shown any particular interest in women, Delano thought it impossible for him to feel no nerves at all when meeting his future wife for the first time.

“Nervous? Hmm, perhaps a little,” Euclid replied, his tone indifferent, as though he was merely responding to fulfill conversational expectations.

“From what I’ve heard, the Basilian princess is said to be the most beautiful woman in the empire,” Delano remarked.

Though her reputation had been overshadowed by infamous rumors, during her coming-of-age ceremony, the princess had captivated the hearts of many young nobles with her mature yet alluring beauty. Stories of their unrequited feelings circulated widely.

Of course, those feelings were stifled when it was revealed that the imperial family had earmarked her as the future crown princess, given her close childhood relationship with the crown prince.

“Yes, I believe I’ve heard that as well,” Euclid replied.

Delano, briefly worried that his comment about the future duchess’s appearance might have been too casual, felt reassured when Euclid smiled faintly, seeming genuinely polite for once.

Still, Delano couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied. Though he respected Euclid’s perpetual composure, he secretly wanted to see a slight crack in that calm exterior.

Just then, the carriage halted briefly before resuming its journey.

“Your Grace, it seems we’ve passed the gates of the Basilian Ducal Estate,” Delano informed him.

Having already prepared to disembark, Euclid nodded at Delano’s words.

Though Euclid had admitted earlier to feeling slightly nervous, in truth, he felt nothing of the sort. To him, this was merely a loveless, emotionless political marriage that would not last long.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt and pity for the princess.

Though he didn’t know the full story, it was clear that she loved another yet had to marry a stranger.

And worse, that stranger was someone like him, who had no expectations or emotional investment in the union.

Wearing his practiced, serene smile, Euclid stepped out of the carriage, entirely unaware that his long-held composure was about to shatter.

Today was the day I had long awaited—the day I would meet my ultimate favorite person!

Though I knew I needed a good night’s sleep, my excitement and nervousness kept me tossing and turning until I finally fell into a light slumber.

When I woke up at dawn and glanced at the mirror, I froze in shock.

“What… What is this?”

Just yesterday, my skin had been flawless—immaculate! Smooth and radiant like a surface so polished that even a fly would slip right off.

“Could it be… a pimple?”

I gaped at the hard, red bump on the center of my cheek, unable to believe my eyes.

I felt my strength leave me as I processed the cruel reality.

Why, of all days, did this have to happen today—the momentous day of my first meeting with my favorite person? I had gone all out to ensure I looked my best, even choosing a vibrant dress I wouldn’t normally wear and convincing Anne to help me with a special skincare treatment.

…Could that have been the problem?

“Ah, they were right! Too much of anything is never good!”

I suddenly remembered my grandmother’s favorite saying: Moderation is key.

Clearly, my greed had backfired. I usually did nothing special to my skin, yet it always glowed. Now look at me!

Feeling defeated, I sank to the floor with a hollow laugh. But no amount of laughter could hide my despair.

To make matters worse, faint dark circles under my eyes revealed the toll of my sleepless night.

“This is a disaster. I’m doomed. Of all days… why today?”

I tried splashing water on my face, but the pimple remained stubbornly in place. I bit my lip in frustration.

At that moment, Anne knocked on my door as if she somehow knew I was awake.

“Young Lady, are you—oh my goodness!”

Anne gasped the moment she saw my face, covering her mouth in shock.

“My goodness, your flawless skin…”

“Anne, please don’t look so horrified,” I muttered, exasperated.

I was already shocked and frustrated, but Anne’s reaction made me even more discouraged.

“I’m so sorry. This is the first time something like this has happened while I’ve been taking care of you, and it caught me off guard. It seems that one of the masks I applied yesterday didn’t suit your skin.”

Anne looked dejected, saying it was probably her mistake since I don’t usually pay special attention to skincare.

“This isn’t the time to argue about whose fault it is. Is there any way to fix this? What if we just squeeze it out…?”

“No! That might make it worse. Let me try to calm it down first.”

As soon as I nodded, Anne moved swiftly, gathering various items.

Somehow, the way she handled the mask yesterday gave off a professional vibe, which filled me with hope.

Since I’d been informed that the guest would arrive around lunchtime, I thought perhaps my skin could return to normal before then.

And a few hours later…

“Evgenia, what on earth did you do to your face?”

Sionel, who didn’t seem like the type to comment on or care about a woman’s appearance, stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me at the entrance and asked.

Having rushed out of the room just moments earlier without even checking a mirror, applying makeup to cover the blemish in a hurry, I blinked in confusion.

“Didn’t you summon a lady’s maid?”

“A lady’s maid?”

“…Never mind.”

Sionel sighed and turned his head as if assuming I was deliberately avoiding a proper response.

Sensing something unusual, I glanced back at Anne, who stood behind me.

Anne flinched and avoided my gaze.

“Anne, don’t tell me…?”

Anxiety overwhelmed me as I quietly asked Melissa, “Melissa, does my face look strange to you?”

“What? Well, I mean, I think it’s fine…”

Melissa wasn’t good at lying.

Feeling even gloomier, I looked for another target.

Then I noticed Duke Basilian standing ahead, visibly flinching as if desperately trying to avoid making eye contact, fearing I might address him.

‘Hm. Should I be thankful or not that Alexis isn’t here?’

If that guy were here, he’d probably clutch his stomach, mock me openly, and point out exactly what looked strange, though at least he’d be honest.

As I briefly agonized over this dilemma, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh, the carriage is arriving.”

I quickly turned my head at the duke’s words and saw a carriage passing through the front gates and heading toward the mansion’s main building.

It was the magical carriage I’d asked the duke to send to the Rudion Duchy.

At that moment, my heart began racing uncontrollably, realizing I was just moments away from meeting my favorite person.