I transmigrated into a reverse-harem romance fantasy novel.
Into Evgenia, the story’s worst villainess!
She tormented her female-lead cousin and, even though she was married, she obsessively chased after the Crown Prince—one of the male leads!

B U T—

The villainess’s husband just so happened to be… my ultimate bias.

So I made my choice.
The female lead and her handsome men could sort out their own love drama.
My only goal was to live a sweet, peaceful life with my beloved Ultimate Bias husband.

But then—

“Please… grant me a divorce, Wife.”

My husband, voice shaking and eyes glossy with tears, said something completely ridiculous.
And the moment I saw that tear-streaked face, my resolve nearly crumbled.

Fine. If it’s for my Ultimate Bias…
If what you truly want is to be free from me…!

“Nope. Not happening. Try again.”

I didn’t care about the plot, the leads, or the world’s logic.
But a divorce?
Absolutely not.

I ripped the divorce papers right in Euclid’s face.