Divorce: My Cold Husband Goes Yandere

Synopsis

I'm a total airhead, yet I somehow ended up married to Henry Hawkins—the most aloof, reserved legend among the Capital's Elite Circle. Our marriage was never more than a one-year business arrangement. As for our intimate life? It was little more than a mandatory monthly obligation we had to check off our list. When I finally reached my breaking point, I asked for a divorce—and lied straight to his face, claiming I'd already fallen for another man and had been seeing him behind his back for ages. But that night, right after he'd signed the divorce papers, he blocked my bedroom door. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and raspy, like a cornered beast driven to the edge of despair. "Then tell that guy to back off! Why divorce me? Why do I have to put up with your nonsense?" I was completely stunned by his outburst, forcing myself to stammer out a reply. "We... we just aren't right for each other." Before I could blink, he slammed me back against the door, his chest pressing scorching-hot against mine. His warm breath fanned over my ear as his hand tightened around my waist—exactly like the night before, when he'd acted like it was all just a meaningless routine, though nothing about it had felt routine at all. "We aren't right for each other?" His voice dropped to a low, gravelly murmur, trembling faintly with every word. "You were definitely loving every second of it last night. So tell me—what exactly makes us so wrong for one another?" Seriously? How did my cold, reserved contract husband turn overnight into this clingy, overbearing, borderline unhinged mess?