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

Episode 75

Perhaps simply being by their side wasn’t enough.

But… realizing that he hadn’t earned their trust was an overwhelming shock.

At the same time, Marianne and Dior were equally startled to see Euclid so shaken for the first time.

— That’s not it! Of course, we were scared. We were afraid that if Amy was right, you’d end up hating us. But more than that… it’s because you’re so precious to us. You’re too important, and we didn’t want to burden you. You’re already going through so much, and we didn’t want to make it worse.

He had always thought he’d hidden his struggles well.

But now he realized just how perceptive children could be in sensing the emotions of their caregivers.

Just as he was regretting not trying harder, Marianne’s next words broke his heart even more.

— And we felt so guilty towards you. Because of our father… If he hadn’t foolishly left like that…

— No! That’s not true. Your father… The fact that he left so suddenly was…

Euclid bit his lip.

“The fact”… What was he about to say?

Was he about to etch unnecessary resentment into the hearts of these already scarred children?

It was absurd.

Even he himself was gritting his teeth, trying to avoid facing the truth.

It wasn’t entirely blameless that his brother hadn’t refused Count Biers’ proposal, but even if the whole world criticized and condemned his brother, Euclid couldn’t bring himself to do the same.

He had no right to.

After all, perhaps he himself was the root cause of all this tragedy.

— I’m sorry. Truly… I’m so sorry.

And so, he pulled the children into his arms and apologized.

Mocking his own cowardice for not being able to tell them the truth.

And with all the remorse he felt, he said sincerely:

— Marianne, Dior. Don’t ever keep those words in your hearts. You are neither liars nor swindlers. You are my brother’s precious family—the family he left behind for me. Nothing will ever change that, not now or in the future.

He feared that even these heartfelt words might not reach them.

But to his surprise, the children smiled.

— Aunt was right!

— …Aunt?

Euclid, who had learned about the disastrous day in the room and the children’s tears, still didn’t know what Evgenia had said to them after driving Amy Biers away and learning everything.

Hearing the rest of the story now, Euclid was astonished.

— She said no matter what happens, we’d always be precious to you.

— Did she?

— Yes! And she said we should feel relieved. That we aren’t really family with people like Amy or Count Biers. And when I think about it, she’s right.

— Exactly. I’m so glad we’re family with you, Uncle!

It was only then that Euclid realized the children hadn’t confessed the truth to him because they were cornered or had suddenly mustered courage.

At the center of it was someone he hadn’t expected.

Perhaps it was because the children, who had been on the verge of tears moments ago, were now smiling so brightly.

Even though he knew this wasn’t the time, Euclid couldn’t help but smile faintly.

At the same time, he felt a strange sense of comfort.

The words Evgenia had said to the children felt as if they were reaching out and comforting him instead.

As if she was telling him he’d done his best, that his methods weren’t entirely wrong, and that it was time to share the burden.

It was probably just his wishful thinking.

But in such an emotionally draining situation, the unexpected hand of support was too welcome to resist.

It had to be that way.

After all, each day he spent was filled with growing gratitude and guilt toward Evgenia.

There were still so many things about her that he didn’t understand, and yet, he couldn’t help but want to know more. But he forced himself to pretend otherwise.

Because even the vague idea that he might never be able to repay her felt crushing.

And because he could never admit to himself that he was being drawn to her.

Even in this moment, thinking of Evgenia filled him with deep self-loathing.

Slowly opening his eyes, Euclid fixed his gaze on the trembling Count Biers and spoke.

“Answer me. Other than Amy Biers and yourself, who else knows about this?”

Only after hearing Amy’s name did the Count realize that the truth had been revealed through his daughter.

His body shook with fear.

At the same time, he understood why the otherwise gentle Duke of Rudion was so enraged.

It was surprising.

He had heard from his daughter many times that the Duke cared for his niece and nephew, but to the Count, they had always been just strangers.

He never imagined the Duke would cherish them so deeply.

After his deal with the late young Duke, he had lost all interest in the children, focusing only on the distribution fees he received from House Rudion.

If he had realized this earlier, he could have applied more pressure on House Rudion.

Perhaps he could have demanded higher fees—or even personal payments.

Of course, controlling his daughter should have been his priority.

‘But still, life always finds a way!’

When he was exposed as a fraud by the Basilian princess and his secrets were unveiled by the Duke of Rudion, the Count had thought all was lost.

But now he saw a glimmer of hope.

Euclid’s expression hardened as he realized the Count’s mind was racing.

“Answer quickly.”

At Euclid’s urging, the Count’s eyes gleamed as if he’d found a new puppet.

As he smirked and began to rise—

Bang!

“My Lord!”

The door to the drawing room suddenly burst open, and Count Biers’ servant came running in.

The startled servant froze upon seeing his master kneeling in such disgrace.

The Count’s face turned crimson with shame.

“How dare you…!”

Enraged, the Count started shouting, but the servant urgently interrupted him.

“My Lord, there’s an emergency! Word just came from the trading post…”

The servant’s desperate entry, despite knowing the Count’s wrath, could mean only one thing.

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of armored footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Moments later, knights and soldiers bearing the Imperial crest stormed into the drawing room.

Lastly, a man in an official uniform stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Euclid, and spoke.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Duke of Rudion. I am Canis Huen from the Imperial Treasury. We received reports that the Biers Trading Company has been illegally amassing wealth and violating trade laws. We traced Count Biers’ whereabouts to House Rudion and came immediately. I apologize for the intrusion.

His explanation was precise, concise, and unexpectedly polite for an Imperial official.

But the mere presence of Imperial personnel inside his estate had stripped Euclid’s eyes of all warmth.

He spoke icily.

“Even if you’re on official duty, barging into someone’s estate without permission disregards noble etiquette and rules. Does the Imperial Treasury overlook such breaches?”

The official hesitated at the sharp response before cautiously replying:

“W-Well… The Duchess herself opened the doors for us…”