I Refuse To Divorce My Villain Husband

It would have been great if I had possessed this body on a perfectly normal day, but I ended up here on the day the owner of this body was trying to escape.

A man burst in, uninvited, just when I was still trying to gather my wits.

“Did you really think you could just throw a bunch of papers at me and get away with it?”

A muscular, confident man with a chiseled jaw waved the divorce papers in the air as he spoke.

“I don’t agree to a divorce.”

Sorry, but I don’t think I agree, either.

My husband is too handsome to divorce.

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“Let’s get a divorce.”

“Are you talking about divorce right now?”

“Yes, divorce. I’ll take care of the paperwork as soon as things get better.”

I took some steps forward, one by one, then said.

“I’m pretty sure I said I don’t want a divorce anymore.”

“What’s the problem with doing what you wanted?”

I closed the distance with Edmund and grabbed his collar.

“There are limits to what I can tolerate.”

“Chloen…!”

It happened in the blink of an eye.

My angry lips met Edmund’s.