The Answer to a Cheating (Ex)Husband is Remarriage - Chapter 2
“Ah, Euclid, please!”
Sylaria begged as she spread her legs. Barely had she finished speaking when the thick member, which had been rubbing against her c******s, split her inner walls and thrust deeply inside.
“Kgh…!”
Euclid’s thick arms tightly bound Sylaria. He drove into her depths in one swift motion, shuddering with the sensation. Thick veins stood out on the man’s neck.
“You… huu, wouldn’t understand…”
Holding Sylaria’s quivering body close, without a single gap, Euclid muttered to himself. He gently grasped her jaw as she became dazed from the sudden, deep penetration.
“How much I want you.”
In a low, sunken voice, Euclid spoke, then pressed his lips to Sylaria’s.
It was only natural that Euclid Balthazar would desire Sylaria Rainier.
Because only by making contact with her could his holy power be purified.
So, this was simply an act of purification.
At least, it should have been.
“My Purifier.”
Why, then, did Euclid always yearn for Sylaria so desperately?
He pecked kisses all over her face.
As if he truly loved her.
The kisses… they had lost count of how many times.
And this, too, was perhaps one of many such encounters. Yet Sylaria could not understand his attitude.
His gentle touch, the way he treated her as if she were the most precious thing in the world—it all felt awkward to her.
Such treatment was unfamiliar.
And for good reason.
The man who once claimed to love Sylaria was her husband, Arendtert.
The one who had killed her.
***
“Divorce me, my love.”
Sylaria blinked slowly. Reflected in her lilac-colored eyes, her red-haired husband wore a composed smile.
Crown Prince Arendtert wore nothing but a robe draped over his sturdy body. She was the same.
They were just about to go to bed together. It was not a moment to discuss divorce.
Three years married.
Arendtert and Sylaria had long become a part of each other’s daily life.
And yet, out of nowhere.
Divorce?
Her silk nightgown, soft as rose petals, suddenly felt like coarse linen. A chill swept over her.
Sylaria rubbed her arms and bit her lips.
“Arendt, I…”
From her red lips came a faint breath, mixed with a barely audible voice.
Sylaria shrank back at her husband’s—at Arendtert’s—confident demeanor. She always felt intimidated in front of him.
After all, except for Arendtert in the imperial family, she had no one to rely on. She was a mere rural noble’s daughter. Sylaria always yearned for her husband’s attention.
Today was no different.
How long had it been since they had shared a bed?
Rather than question why he had neglected her for so long, she only wanted to look good in his eyes.
She felt foolish for being excited, oblivious to Arendtert’s true intentions.
She had hoped that, tonight, she wouldn’t have to sleep in the crown princess’s cold palace alone. That she would finally get to sleep in Arendtert’s broad, warm embrace.
She had agonized over which robe to wear, from the many she owned—more than even her dresses.
But it was all pointless.
Stockpiling nightgowns for a husband who only ever sought her out at bedtime.
Spending an entire day choosing one that would suit his tastes, all for nothing.
“I, I…”
Faced with his sudden demand for divorce, Sylaria was at a loss for words.
Divorce. At the sound of that word, her mind went blank.
Arendtert and Sylaria were seen as the ideal couple, a model for the empire.
In truth, however, the crown prince and princess’s marriage was not as harmonious as it appeared to the public.
But isn’t that how most arranged marriages are?
Sylaria never expected much from her husband. Arendtert seemed to feel the same.
They were a couple formed perfectly out of mutual necessity.
Sylaria simply wished to live quietly as the empire’s crown princess. She never wanted to return to a hellish life.
She only wanted to maintain this reality.
So she tried hard to be a good wife to Arendtert.
But her husband cruelly trampled on all of Sylaria’s efforts.
“Sellie, didn’t you say you’d do anything for me?”
Arendtert shrugged.
“Don’t tell me, your declaration of love was just empty words?”
A gentle light flickered in the green eyes revealed beneath his disheveled red hair.
