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

Episode 50

I wanted to know how often Lady Biers visited the duke’s estate, spent time with the children, and how much influence she had on them.

However…

— Of course, I’m not so thoughtless or reckless as to allow an unmarried lady to stay at the estate.

It wasn’t until I heard Euclid’s response that I realized my question sounded as though I was accusing him of allowing an unmarried lady to enter the residence of an unmarried duke.

At the same time, I was startled.

‘Come to think of it, why didn’t I ever consider that possibility?’

It wasn’t as if I didn’t see Euclid as a man—quite the opposite, actually. I was perhaps overly aware of him.

Yet, I’d always believed, with unshakable confidence, that there wouldn’t be any other woman around him but me.

Once this baseless self-assurance crumbled, I felt like I’d been doused with cold water.

Lady Biers wasn’t the only potential issue.

‘What if Euclid has someone he likes?’

He might have married me while suppressing his feelings for the sake of the family.

Yes, it was entirely plausible.

The mere thought made my heart ache terribly, but…

‘I need to confirm it directly.’

After all, we were already married, and I trusted that Euclid wouldn’t harbor feelings for someone else or betray me.

I knew it was a matter I could leave untouched. Had it been anyone else, I might have let it go.

But…

‘I want to know everything about Euclid.’

As I calmed my restless heart and solidified my resolve, Anne brought me my nightgown, a robe to throw over it, and shoes.

Seeing the pointed, high-heeled shoes once again today, I swallowed nervously before cautiously speaking up.

“Considering I’m only going to the bedroom, aren’t these heels a bit much? Something more comfortable would be better.”

“Are… are you serious?”

Anne’s eyes widened in shock at my words.

I thought to myself that perhaps such comments were out of character for Evgenia, but I couldn’t continue living in discomfort either.

Believing there must be some comfortable shoes somewhere, I looked at Anne.

Smiling brightly, she asked, “Should I have a few pairs of lower-heeled shoes made, then?”

Wait… did that mean there weren’t any comfortable shoes to begin with?

Though slightly taken aback, I was relieved Anne didn’t find my request odd and nodded.

“Yes, let’s do that.”

“Understood! I’ll contact the trade guild soon!” she said, delighted, as though my foot health had been a long-standing concern of hers.

While I told her to handle it herself, guessing that Evgenia already had a preferred shoemaker, I changed into my nightgown and robe. Just as I finished, the head maid came to fetch me.

Leaving Anne, who still seemed rather excited, behind, I followed the head maid.

The hallway was eerily quiet, as if measures had been taken to ensure no one passed through on the way to the bedroom.

Because of this, the sharp sound of my heels echoed louder, and my heart began to race wildly.

‘This is bad.’

At first, I thought I wasn’t nervous, but as I neared the room, my body grew stiff, and cold sweat ran down my back.

The high heels made it uncomfortable to walk, and the tension in my legs made my steps wobbly. But I pressed on, afraid the maid leading the way would notice my hesitation and think something was wrong.

It wasn’t long before we reached the hallway on the fifth floor. The head maid pointed to a large door and said, “Madam, this is the Grace Room.”

Then, with a bow, she quietly withdrew.

It seemed even she refrained from approaching what was now the couple’s bedroom.

Finally able to relax a little, I exhaled and willed my shaky legs to move forward. Without knocking, I opened the door.

Normally, in such situations, the bride would arrive first, so the room should have been empty… Huh?

“Your Grace?!”

I almost screamed.

Luckily, I managed to hold back when I realized that the person in the bridal chamber wasn’t a stranger but Euclid.

“What… what are you doing here?”

My voice trembled as I spoke, still surprised.

Euclid, who had frozen like a statue, flinched at my words. At the same time, rose petals he’d been holding fell to the floor.

Startled, he hurriedly began to explain.

“It’s a misunderstanding! I wasn’t trying to scatter the flowers, I mean… the maids—”

Stammering, Euclid sighed and rubbed his face with his hands before speaking again, his voice awkward.

“I thought you’d feel burdened if the room was decorated like this, so I was trying to clear it up. I didn’t expect you to arrive so soon…”

Ah, so he was trying to eliminate even the slightest chance of creating a romantic atmosphere.

‘Right… I was the only one getting my hopes up.’

Even though I knew better, a part of me had wondered. Realizing this, my tension eased.

“I was done washing up and didn’t have much else to do,” I replied.

“…I see.”

An awkward silence fell between us.

As I glanced around uncomfortably, I suddenly understood why the Grace Room was designated as the couple’s bedroom.

From the sweet scent lingering in the air to the soft glow of the candles, the romantic atmosphere was palpable, even though Euclid had tried to clear it up.

The room, designed for its purpose, included a bathroom and a massive bed. Aside from the bed, there were no chairs or sofas to sit on.

But the highlight of the room was the large, arched window at its center.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the bed in a soft glow.

‘It’s… breathtaking.’

Even if the candle was extinguished, the bright moonlight ensured that no unfortunate event of not being able to see Euclid’s face would occur.

‘That Adam’s apple visible through the shirt! The collarbone! Even the subtle muscles!’

Her heart pounded as she felt that her ambitious plan for the sudden co-sleeping arrangement tonight might actually succeed.

While wandering, unsure of where to direct her gaze, she accidentally locked eyes with Euclid.

At that moment, her heart thudded heavily.

Was it because of the clear purpose of the room, where roses still scattered across the bed late into the night?

Or was it because Euclid’s hair, still damp from a recent wash, hadn’t fully dried and looked slightly wet?

Strangely, an intense tension filled the air, and it felt oddly charged.

The most noble and beautiful golden eyes in the world stared silently at her.

Within his gaze, her stiffly frozen figure wavered like a reflection in a pool.

It was Euclid who broke the silence.

“You don’t need to worry.”

“…Sorry?”

“Although tradition dictates that we share Grace’s room tonight, this is purely ceremonial. I will neither force anything upon you nor do anything that might make you uncomfortable.”

“…”

Did this man even imagine that, just moments ago, his chastity had been on the brink of danger?

She had barely held herself back from jumping on him first, and yet here he was, reassuring her instead.

However, thanks to his words, her scattered thoughts snapped back into focus.

‘Tradition, ceremonial, purely formal.’

For someone like her, who, despite understanding the significance of tonight, had harbored the slightest hope, his words were like a finishing blow.

Though slightly disappointed, she quickly regained her composure.

‘It’s fine. Co-sleeping can always happen after we genuinely connect.’

Of course, since they were officially married, she had briefly entertained the thought of rushing through the first night and building affection over time.

However, Euclid, with his serious and meticulous personality, would undoubtedly feel uncomfortable with a relationship that developed haphazardly.

She didn’t want that either.

She wanted to gradually build trust, creating an equal and stable relationship… no, truthfully, since she loved him much more, she wanted to shower him with affection just enough not to overwhelm him, making herself indispensable in his life and, ultimately, ensuring he loved her so deeply he couldn’t live without her.

‘Uh… does that sound a bit obsessive?’

She paused for a moment but then shrugged.

Considering she had married her favorite person, a little obsession didn’t seem so bad.