The Fake Wife of the Strongest Husband Wants to Survive - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
Pesha had been nine years old when she fell from a tree, struck her head, and realized she existed inside a Romance Fantasy Novel.
In the Original Work, “Pesha Raidel” was a wicked Villainess who tormented Io Clark, the Female Protagonist.
According to the Original Work, “Pesha” had been a childhood friend the same age as Io, subtly looking down on her—but when Io’s circumstances improved, she couldn’t overcome her jealousy and tormented her like a madwoman.
Yet the Villainess’s end was always merciless.
‘Even after marrying the Male Protagonist, she never comes to her senses, digs her own grave with schemes, and is killed by him.’
And to die so early in the Original Work’s narrative meant a short life, dying young.
Born into a noble House Raidel, and to meet such an unfair end!
Pesha racked her brain.
‘If the problem is wicked deeds, then living virtuously should fix it, shouldn’t it?’
Yes, that was all.
‘I’ll be kind to Io and become a helpful ally instead of a Villainess to the Male Protagonist!’
Better still if they had nothing to do with each other at all!
The two protagonists would pursue their Love of a Thousand Years as written, and if she simply aided that love, all her problems would be solved.
Io would live happily, and she herself would retreat far, far from the Original Work’s narrative, squander House Raidel’s fortune, and spend her remaining years in leisure.
It was a perfect plan.
“……or so I thought.”
The moment she murmured this quietly, Duke Raidel’s face flushed crimson as he bore down on her.
“Are you listening to me or not! Do you think your father is a fool, letting things get this far?”
Pesha released a heavy sigh inwardly, scrunched her brow into an expression of anguish, and shook her head.
“That’s not it at all, Father. I only thought that Count Namoi would be too fine a match for me. Wouldn’t my friend Io suit him better? It may not be too late. Even now, if we just…….”
Crack!
Before she could finish, a slap snapped her head to the side.
The cheek struck by that palm-sized hand stung sharply.
A flash of fury kindled in her chest, but Pesha bore it with composure.
“This again? Miss Clark is a gifted Purification Mage! Do you truly believe His Majesty the Emperor would marry her off to some commoner of lowborn stock?”
And what about me?
The words rose to her throat, but she knew her father’s answer already.
Yet contrary to her father’s words, if Io truly was a gifted Purification Mage, then all the more reason she ought to marry Owen Namoi.
She alone possessed the ability to purify the contaminated Eastern Territory.
“Are you resentful? Then you should have been born with Purification Magic yourself!”
Her father spoke as though Purification Magic were carrots or potatoes sold at market, yet fewer than five people in the realm possessed such power.
As a result, Io’s value had skyrocketed beyond measure.
With her purification ability, Io was naturally fated to marry Owen.
In the Original Work, Io lived a wretched life, unaware of her own purification gift, until the Emperor’s command forced her into marriage with Owen.
At first she endured suspicion from Owen and contempt from his subordinates.
But when she accidentally discovered her purification power and cleansed the contaminated territory, her ability was recognized.
As the two’s relationship developed dramatically, Owen learned of the wounds Io had suffered and brought merciless retribution upon Pesha for tormenting her…….
No matter how cunning Pesha had become from years of troubling Io, there was no escaping a Male Protagonist who ruled the entire Eastern Territory.
‘But now that marriage is supposed to be with me? How does that even make sense?’
While her father thundered on, Pesha stood with her head bowed, her eyes dim as she counted the floor’s patterns and let her mind wander—until his shout rained down upon her.
“Your impudence in refusing the Emperor’s command and bringing shame upon me is beyond measure. You are forbidden from leaving this house until the wedding day!”
“F-Father.”
“I don’t want to see your face! Get out!”
Seething with rage, her father threw Pesha from his study.
Bang.
She stood silent before the closed door, then finally released a long, deep sigh.
“This is really bad…….”
It looked like I truly would have to marry Owen Namoi.
‘While seeking out dukes with daughters, Father must have made a deal with Owen Namoi for some territory.’
Father had probably received a portion of land the Clapton Kingdom that Owen Namoi had seized.
It was identical to the situation in the Original Work where Io was sold into marriage.
Only the person had changed—from Io to Pesha.
Despite doing my best to live virtuously, I’ve become a foreign object obstructing the Male Protagonist and Female Protagonist’s love.
Our bond had grown distant as we grew older, and if I now impeded their romance, there was no telling what calamity might befall me.
Yet no matter how hard I thought, I could find no way to escape this marriage.
I could sneak away in the dead of night, or find some capable ally…….
‘But who do you hide behind when the world’s strongest man is after you?’
Pesha kicked the innocent wall hard.
“Ow!”
Her feet were killing her.
“If he were only a little weaker, I could search for someone else entirely.”
The man’s overwhelming capabilities made it pointless to seek alternative allies.
Drive back the Kingdom’s forces? Eliminate foreign invaders? What sort of general’s wishful thinking was this?
At this rate, he’d probably descend by riding on falling leaves.
“Sigh…….”
Pesha clawed at her own hair.
“There has to be some way…….”
She was muttering to herself when someone approached.
“What is it.”
The voice carried a familiar sneer.
Pesha turned her head without energy.
Her younger brother Jeremy was looking down at her with an air of deliberate arrogance.
“What brings you to Father’s study?”
Having just been scolded by her father, running into Jeremy—who bore his likeness—soured her mood in an instant.
……
As she turned to leave without answering, Jeremy seized her forearm with brutal force.
“Did you forget what I told you about wandering carelessly through the main house?”
His tone was needlessly combative, as always.
“What gives you the nerve to set foot here?”
Her head began to throb.
Since awakening to her possession of Pesha’s body, she’d lived as a better person than anyone else around her.
Pesha, for instance, had once shown exceptional promise in Herbalism as a child and had been offered the chance to study abroad in the Duchy, where medicine flourished.
The problem was that Jeremy had taken an interest in Swordsmanship precisely at that time.
Their father, eager to invest in the son who would carry on the family name rather than a mere daughter, made his intentions clear—and the coveted opportunity went to Jeremy instead.
‘If he were going to steal my chance, he could have at least studied hard.’
Jeremy had grown bored with Swordsmanship after just two years and returned home on a whim.
Their father, who had held such high hopes for his son, was bitterly disappointed—and the fallout landed squarely on Pesha.
Jeremy’s opposition began in earnest, picking at her in ways that felt personal.
He’d been certain, as the son, that he would naturally inherit the family legacy—but when Father’s manner grew troubling, Jeremy panicked lest his share go to Pesha instead.
Though Pesha harbored no ambitions for succession, watching Jeremy try to crush her so brazenly only sparked her stubborn pride.
When she was married off like cattle, Jeremy had exulted—only to redouble his attacks, determined not to yield an inch.
“Ah, I see. You went running to Father to beg him to break off the marriage, didn’t you? I’m sure you got scolded for it.”
He’d struck close to the mark, though not quite the full truth.
“You have time to waste? Tend to your own duties.”
Despite her cold reply, Jeremy showed no sign of backing down.
“How dare you talk back like that. When I inherit the family, do you really think someone like you will be permitted to speak?”
Raised without hardship from childhood, indulged at every turn, the boy’s arrogance had grown monstrous.
Every word from his mouth grated so deeply that she wanted to strike him, but she forced herself to let it go.
The Emperor himself had been informed of the marriage when Owen Namoi returned victorious—there was no taking it back now.
It had become a union that could not be undone, bound by the dignity of those in power.
Before spilled water, one could only find ways to wipe it up; blaming others would change nothing.
‘But I really can’t let him strut around like this.’
Pesha crossed her arms and let out a soft laugh before speaking.
“That so? Well, I’m going to be the wife of Count Namoi now, so I really don’t care about this house that you’re going to run into the ground.”
“What?”
“Think about it. House Namoi will continue to flourish, strengthening the Emperor’s trust through this marriage—but House Raidel, under you as Duke? I have no faith in it whatsoever.”

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