I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 9
“Huh? Guys! The trash bin’s here!”
“Since when do you call your friend a trash bin?”
“Fine, then—a pa-per-bag waste disposal unit?”
“That’s more like it. Her boyfriends aren’t even recyclable.”
A certified trash collector, universally acknowledged by friends and foes alike. And the worst part? It wasn’t even that she had a type for trash.
‘It’s not my fault every guy I met turned out to be garbage!’
She’d pick someone who seemed perfectly normal, only to realize too late they were trash—less a trash connoisseur and more a trash magnet, attracting the worst kind of men without even trying.
‘The married man, the guy who threatened to hit me for not sleeping with him, the one who stole my seal to take out a loan, the crypto addict who blew his fortune and begged me to cosign…’
It was hard to tell whether the men she attracted were actual human beings or just walking bags of trash. At some point, she had even seriously considered giving up on dating altogether.
But no matter how firmly she resolved to stay single, she always ended up with a boyfriend again.
Was it because of the deep-seated loneliness of being an orphan with no one to rely on? Or was she simply weak-willed, unable to stop herself from falling into the same patterns? Even Esina herself didn’t know.
‘But it’s not entirely my fault, is it?’
She genuinely felt wronged. At the very least, her boyfriends had seemed like decent people when they first met—enough to make her believe, This one isn’t trash like the last guy.
“You’ve been through so much. Don’t worry anymore, baby.”
Their whispers were tender, their comforting hands warm. And every time, Esina would think.
‘Maybe this time will be different.’
Maybe this time, she could finally let her guard down and experience real love. Maybe spring would finally come for her too.
…But those hopeful illusions shattered every single time, the moment they revealed their true colors and launched into their own spectacular trashy sagas.
‘At least the trash I dated in my past life were just me being stupidly naive!
This time, I’m literally being forced into a garbage bin by the plot!’
And not just any garbage—this was like someone had taken all the worst traits of every trash man she’d ever met and combined them into one ultimate dumpster fire, Baron Elzen.
To make matters worse, he had already sent a messenger to finalize their marriage. If things continued like this, she’d be stuck with him in no time.
‘What do I do?!’
Panicked, she paced around the mansion—until fate intervened, leading her to overhear a certain conversation in the drawing room.
“I need a wife.”
“What?”
“To get out of this godforsaken, suffocating family—”
Hearing Herman’s words to Roger struck her like lightning.
‘That’s it—I’ll just marry Herman instead!’
Esina quickly rifled through her memories of Herman.
Herman Telloien—the closest friend of Roger, the brother who despised and tormented her.
A cold, statue-like beauty who had always ignored her as a child. The infamous playboy of House Telloien, constantly surrounded by women.
The kind of man who was fun to flirt with but unthinkable as a husband—the type who had left behind a trail of heartbroken women long enough to fill dozens of carriages.
A gorgeous, wealthy, promiscuous, and capable piece of trash.
…Perfect.
That was her honest reaction. Frankly, considering her past life’s reputation, Herman was the best possible choice she could make.
She didn’t even consider picking a “normal” man.
‘What if he seems normal at first but turns out to be trash again?’
She no longer trusted her own judgment—not after getting burned so many times before.
‘Even when I picked carefully, it still ended the same way. Why would this world be any different?’
She couldn’t bear another betrayal. If she was doomed to end up with trash either way, she’d rather choose the one whose flaws were already out in the open.
Esina quickly reached a conclusion.
‘If I’m destined to keep pulling garbage no matter what…’
‘…then I might as well pick the best garbage available.’
