My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 25

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The sheer embarrassment made my tongue curl up and cling to the roof of my mouth.
I stared at Scheit’s face, completely speechless, while he merely laughed as if thoroughly amused.
Was this some kind of tactic to make me so nauseous that the word divorce would slip out on its own?
“Have you no shame, Scheit?”
“What does it matter? We are husband and wife.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
How on earth was I supposed to react to this absolute nonsense?
He had always occasionally pretended to be a devoted husband in front of others, but it had never been to this extent.
While I stood there utterly flabbergasted, still trying to figure out what kind of expression to make, Scheit prepared to speak again.
What was he going to say now!
My hands reacted faster than my brain.
In an instant, I roughly shoved a macaron into his mouth, successfully cutting him off.
“Haha. Do try some of this, Scheit. It tastes exceptionally good today.”
No, believing I had succeeded was entirely my own delusion.
“It tastes even sweeter because my Baroness fed it to me.”
I bit my lower lip hard to keep the harsh words from spilling out.
I had absolutely no immunity to this kind of talk.
For a man who never used to act this way to shamelessly spout such things right in front of people made goosebumps break out all over my body.
I couldn’t openly snap at him, and whispering wouldn’t even dent his thick skin!
Ignoring him was the only answer.
I avoided looking at him as much as possible and strained to focus entirely on conversing with my guests.
Yet Scheit did not relent despite my cold shoulder; instead, he rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head slightly, and sat there staring intently at me.
As if he were hopelessly in love.
To the point where the people around us were throwing us sidelong glances!
‘I want to run away.’
I continuously fed him desserts in a desperate bid to keep his mouth shut.
However, his bizarre behavior did not cease even when the designer arrived and began fitting the dress.
“You are so beautiful it blinds me, Baroness.”
Unbelievable. I felt a sudden urge to poke him in the eyes with my index fingers just so he could experience what actually going blind felt like!
Cursing him fiercely with my eyes, I bided my time, waiting for an opportunity to kick Scheit out.
Yet the guests seemed quite entertained by his doting husband act, and because Scheit blended into the atmosphere so perfectly, there was never a chance to dismiss him.
Before long, dinner time arrived.
When the guests began to show signs of hunger, Scheit went a step further and suggested a meal.
“Since I knew Amarynthis’s guests were coming, I specially invited a chef to prepare a banquet. Shall we move to the Dining Hall?”
His performance as a thoughtful husband was absolutely flawless.
As Scheit led the way, everyone crowded around me.
“You two get along even better at home! It’s truly wonderful to see.”
“Exactly. There were rumors that it was a love match, but I didn’t believe it. Seeing you today, though, those rumors must be true. Right?”
“The two of you look so perfect together!”
Amidst the flurry of envious remarks, Melis alone remained quiet.
She simply stared intently at Scheit from time to time.
Then, whenever our eyes met, she would startle and look away.
‘She’s acting incredibly suspicious.’
I worried that she might suddenly drop a bombshell or cause a scene.
While I was on edge, the meal drew to a close. Melis, who had been casting unreadable glances at Scheit, spoke up quietly as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Baron Huniswald must truly love you, Amarynthis.”
Every gaze shifted to me simultaneously. I couldn’t exactly deny it in this situation, so I forced a smile.
“Status, lineage, appearance, wealth, and even a doting husband… You truly have everything, Baroness.”
The ambiguity of her comment—whether it was envy or praise—caused the surrounding air to chill slightly.
As a heavy silence settled over the room, Melis turned pale and suddenly bolted from her seat.
“I—I apologize. I must take my leave.”
With that, she fled the room.
Once she ruined the mood and departed, the other guests also offered their goodbyes one by one and left.
Though everyone had enjoyed themselves, I was left with absolutely nothing—no gossip from the social circles, nor any invitations.
By this point, only one thought crossed my mind.
‘He got me again.’
Scheit’s bizarre antics made me feel even more impatient.
I wanted to free myself from the issues of the inheritance and the divorce as quickly as possible.
‘I need to meet with Beldamin Pollen again.’
I felt like my stomach would stop turning every time I saw Scheit only if I knew how much progress had been made on the inheritance legislation.
I penned a brief note to Beldamin, requesting a meeting.
The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, I summoned Sindy.
Sindy bounced into the room with her usual cheerfulness and asked.
“Yes, Madam. You called for me?”
“Sindy, you remember the place we went to last time, right? Where we bought Arpeggio’s macarons.”
“Yes! Of course. I remember.”
“Could you deliver this note to the counter of that Coffee House? Just ask them to hand it to Beldamin Pollen.”
I pressed the note and a gold coin into Sindy’s hand.
“Yes, I’ll be back in a flash!”
“Alright. Thank you. Take your time coming back, and look around outside while you’re out.”
When I handed her the coin pouch, Sindy hopped up and down with delight, gave a deep bow, and left.
I expected it would take some time to receive an answer, but right after noon, a messenger sent by Beldamin arrived.
Beldamin’s servant greeted me and delivered a note.
Could I meet you at 6:00 PM today at the restaurant across from the Coffee House? If possible, please give your reply to my servant immediately.
“Tell him I will be there.”
“Yes, Baroness.”
After the servant departed, I immediately began preparing to go out.
I checked my dress and hair one last time in the mirror and stepped out into the hallway.
That was when my eyes locked with Scheit’s.
As if he had heard my footsteps and come out to wait, he showed no hint of surprise and simply stood leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
Passing right by Scheit as he blocked the path felt intensely suffocating.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Where are you going?”
“I have an appointment.”
“I have invited an acquaintance over tomorrow, so if you are amenable, perhaps we could dine together.”
An acquaintance? Did Scheit even have acquaintances?
“You don’t have any friends. And you don’t have your memories either.”
“You poke at my sore spots far too casually.”
Scheit chided me gently, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Sore spot, my foot. He didn’t care at all. How shameless.
I maintained my smile as well, though I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing.
An acquaintance of Scheit’s. Just the phrase itself sounded incredibly suspicious.
“I am sorry, but wouldn’t your guest find my presence uncomfortable? Unlike certain people, I am not the type to mindlessly barge in where I am not wanted.”
“Hmm, very well.”
He backed down cleanly without pressing any further.
He didn’t even bat an eye at the sarcasm directed right at him.
I threw a dubious glance at Scheit as I brushed past him.
Before heading down the stairs, I suddenly looked back.
Scheit was still watching me.
Honestly, I could never tell what he was thinking.
Being around him made my chest feel tightly constricted.
I forced myself to look away and climbed into the carriage, but Scheit’s gaze lingered in my mind.
While I clutched my head and groaned, the carriage pulled up in front of the restaurant.
I stepped down and followed the waiter’s guidance to where Beldamin was waiting.
Perhaps because it was a high-end restaurant, I spotted numerous familiar faces in the vicinity.
I took a seat across from him and spoke in a low voice.
“Is there a particular reason you asked to meet in such a crowded place?”
“I feared a scandal might erupt if we met somewhere private, so I purposefully invited you here.”
Beldamin laughed genially, vigorously rubbing the back of his head with his palm.
Though we had only met once before, I still remembered this habit of his.
“You seem nervous.”
At my remark, Beldamin paused for a brief second before nodding.
“Yes, haha. Is it that obvious?”
He wiped his palms against his trousers.
“Anyway, may I ask why you wished to see me…”
“I was curious about how the revision of the Inheritance Law is progressing.”
“We are still in the process of drafting the initial proposal.”
The pace was slower than I had hoped, but I couldn’t bring myself to rush him.
It would have been much easier if our relationship were purely financial.
He had refused my money.
He had turned down a blank check offered by Rutshield itself!
‘It is my duty to change unjust laws, so I cannot accept personal funds for it.’
He had spouted that exact obstinate nonsense.

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