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

Episode 32

“Your Grace,” I said, glaring at Euclid.

“I think there’s some sort of misunderstanding.”

Stretching my hand toward him, I pointed to the item in question.

“That’s a sedative to help me to relax.”

Euclid wasn’t foolish. He immediately realized he had misunderstood. His face turned red in an instant, and though he tried to cover it with his hand, the trembling of his pupils was visible between his long, white fingers.

Even his fingers are beautiful.

I didn’t have the chance to fully appreciate them earlier, but I hoped he’d let me hold his hand just one more time. Suppressing such selfish thoughts, I straightened my lips, realizing they’d curved into a smile without my noticing.

It felt wrong to keep smiling while he was so embarrassed.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding,” Euclid stammered, his voice hesitant.

“It’s fine,” I replied, shrugging casually to ease his discomfort. But I resolved to clear up his misconception entirely.

“I guess you didn’t know. I told my father that I was the one who wanted to marry first.”

Of course, the Duke had already been searching for a suitable match, but I wanted to subtly express that the notion of me opposing this marriage was a misunderstanding.

However, Euclid’s expression became oddly uneasy instead of surprised, as I had expected.

Did he misunderstand my tone? I worried my words had sounded too cold or sarcastic. But then he said something unexpected.

“Yes, I heard it from Duke Basilian,” he admitted.

Wait, he knew?

Then why had he jumped to the extreme conclusion that I was so opposed to this marriage that I’d rather die?

Did Duke Basilian misrepresent my intentions?

That seemed increasingly likely. Though it wasn’t my intention, when I’d begged the Duke for this marriage, I had certainly acted like I was deeply hurt by the Crown Prince.

Everyone knew about my past with the Crown Prince, but it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss in front of Euclid.

Hastily, I changed the subject.

“More importantly, the ceremony is soon. Why are you here?”

As soon as I said it, I worried my tone was too sharp.

I must have gotten too used to pretending to be Evgenia.

I shouldn’t have acted this way toward Euclid.

Predictably, his expression darkened. I was internally panicking, wondering if I should rephrase my question more gently, when he spoke.

“I came to apologize to you.”

“Apologize?”

“Yes. I felt it was something I needed to do before the wedding.”

His face still looked somber as he lowered his head slightly and said, “I’m sorry.”

“…”

The unexpected apology left me momentarily speechless, blinking in confusion. As I noticed even the top of his head was elegant, I tilted mine.

“What are you sorry for? I don’t understand why you feel the need to apologize to me.”

If anyone owed an apology, wasn’t it Evgenia, with her notorious reputation?

That was the obvious conclusion anyone would reach. Yet Euclid slowly raised his head, a serene, almost artistically composed smile on his face.

“I’m sorry that, compared to the benefits the Rudion Duchy gains from this marriage, you have to settle for someone as unworthy as me as your husband.”

“…What?”

I couldn’t hide my surprise and instinctively asked again.

His low, heartfelt voice carried a sincerity that could make anyone believe his words, yet the content of those words was utterly ridiculous.

The more I processed it, the more absurd it seemed, leaving me speechless. Meanwhile, Euclid continued.

“So, it’s okay if you hate me. It’s okay if you continue to hold someone else in your heart.”

“What on earth are you saying?”

I wanted to call it nonsense. It wasn’t the kind of thing you’d say to someone you were marrying, let alone your favorite person.

I was about to voice my disbelief when—

Knock, knock.

“My lady, the ceremony is about to begin. Please get ready to enter.”

Anne entered the waiting room after a quick knock, her eyes widening as she saw Euclid and me together.

The shattered glass fragments on the floor and the tense atmosphere between the bride and groom made the scene startling enough.

Amidst this, I missed the timing to point out Euclid’s absurd comment—something closer to nonsense—and he extended his hand toward me.

“Shall we go?”

Words that I couldn’t say lingered in my throat, but I found myself captivated by his gentle smile, placing my hand in his. I could never refuse him.

Unfortunately, I had to let go of Euclid’s hand in less than ten seconds.

Anne, who had been observing the atmosphere, reminded me about the veil I was supposed to wear for the wedding.

Apparently, there was a tradition at the temple weddings to completely cover the bride’s face with a veil.

Hiding my regret as best as I could, I let go of Euclid’s hand.

‘It’s a secret that I clung to it longer than I should have.’

As soon as Euclid awkwardly exited the bridal waiting room, Anne, who was busy fetching the veil, cautiously asked,

“My Lady, there’s a broken vial over there. Did something happen with Duke Rudeon?”

“No, I just dropped it by accident.”

Even though it was true, I hurriedly explained to prevent any misunderstanding about Euclid.

Yet, Anne couldn’t help but glance at the shattered glass lying far away, clearly curious.

But only for a moment. She soon refocused on her duties, and after completing all the preparations, she exclaimed with admiration,

“My Lady, you look absolutely stunning!”

Reflexively, I glanced at the full-length mirror in a corner of the waiting room.

The sight of me in a wedding dress and veil felt utterly unfamiliar, but as Anne said, it wasn’t bad at all.

Apparently, others thought the same.

“You look so beautiful, Sister!”

“Evgenia, you remind me of your mother on her wedding day. She was breathtaking then…”

“Father, Evgenia doesn’t resemble Mother that much… Not that it means you’re any less beautiful.”

Melissa’s pure admiration, Duke Basilian’s surprisingly teary eyes despite his usual stoic demeanor—perhaps the aftereffects of last night’s drinks—and Sionell’s vaguely confusing comment that might’ve been a compliment.

In any case, everyone was complimenting me.

‘Well, the first thing people say when they see a bride in her wedding dress is usually that.’

But for someone like me, whose dream was to live happily ever after with my beloved, it was a bit disappointing that he not only misunderstood me earlier but also didn’t bother to say a single word about how I looked!

‘Even though it’s Euclid, it’s hard not to feel a little upset about that…’

What’s the point of sulking? With his dazzling appearance, it’s probably hard for him to feel impressed.

Though I admired him earlier, seeing Euclid in his formal attire again was breathtaking.

His golden hair and radiant eyes seemed to shine so brightly that they almost made the bouquet I held feel insignificant.

‘But it seems like it’s time to proceed now.’

While everyone, including Duke Basilian, had long gone to the guest seats, Euclid stood silently at the entrance, gazing at me without a word.

“Um, Your Grace?”

I wanted to keep looking at him too, but getting on with the ceremony was more important, so I called him softly.

Startled, as if shaken out of a daze, Euclid’s shoulders jolted.

“Apologies. You’re just… so beautiful, My Lady.”

“…”

“Shall we proceed now?”

Like a well-trained puppy, Euclid extended his hand again, and without hesitation, I took it.

‘Thank goodness for the veil.’

Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to hide my flushed face or the rapid pounding of my heart.

Nor could I have stolen glances at his profile as he matched his pace to mine, walking just slightly slower for me.

Choosing a temple wedding for its simplicity turned out to be a wonderful decision.

‘If only it wasn’t him officiating, it would’ve been perfect…’

Turning my gaze forward, I finally saw the final protagonist of this event: Damian.