My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 09

My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 09

I’d never been the type to sit around and suffer. 

Being around Arthur made my skin itch, so I stopped being there. Afternoons at a café. Shopping until my feet gave out. 

Anywhere that wasn’t home. 

My dad caught on and came over to talk sense into me. “You can’t build a marriage if you’re never in the same room.” 

I laughed. What marriage? It’d be over soon enough. 

I’d just left the spa that afternoon. On the way to my car, I passed a café. 

My gaze drifted to the window. 

I wished I hadn’t looked. 

Arthur and Clara. Window seat. Facing each other. 

Something pulled tight in my chest – thin and sharp, like a wire cinching around my ribs. 

The comments picked the worst possible moment to show up. 

[The chemistry between the leads is INSANE, things are moving so fast!] 

[This is destiny. Can’t fight it.] 

[Right?? A good relationship makes people glow. Look at the MC–he’s already carrying himself like a CEO, way more confident.] 

[Love is sunlight. So was the villainess literally pouring bleach on him this whole time??] 

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I couldn’t even argue with that. 

That twisted the knife. I’d spent my whole life hating being 

compared to someone. And of all people, it had to be Clara. 

I clenched my jaw, forced myself to look away, and walked to 

the car. 

The comments weren’t done. 

[So when exactly do the MC and the villainess divorce? Anyone 

got spoilers?] 

[Oh, I know this one. The trigger is the MC and FL sleeping 

together.] 

[??? Wait, doesn’t the MC take that stuff seriously?] 

[It’s actually really messed up. The leads end up working on a project together and get set up by a villain. They basically get drugged and end up sleeping together.] 

[The MC divorces the villainess to do right by the FL, 

especially since the villainess was a nightmare at the time 

anyway.] 

[Honestly, the drugging scene in the original is heartbreaking. The FL is so pure, and she gets violated like that… at least the 

MC was there to save her.] 

[Yeah, the ending is fine but the process… god. Someone that 

proud, that dignified, being forced through that…] 

I swore under my breath. 

Did every love story in this world need someone’s body as collateral damage? 

The more I turned it over in my head, the sicker I felt. 

Clara had always been golden. Born lucky. Raised loved. I couldn’t stomach the thought of her drugged and helpless. 

What would that do to her? The terror while it happened? The shame after she woke up? 

I stopped dead. No. Absolutely not. 

Yes, I was jealous of her. Yes, I’d spent years pretending to 

hate her. But I did not want her hurt. 

Clara was supposed to stay untouched by the ugly parts of the 

world. She deserved to be cherished. Protected. 

Not drugged and violated because some story needed a plot 

device. 

I didn’t care if he was the hero. I didn’t care if they ended up in love. That wasn’t something Clara should ever have to go 

through. 

I took a long breath. My head cleared. 

If I filed for divorce now – before any of it could happen – could I stop the whole thing?