My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 11

My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 11

Arthur came home early that day, humming some country song under his breath. 

He looked happy. I stared at the divorce papers on the table and didn’t say a word. 

Arthur’s eyes lit up the second he saw me. “Darlin‘, you’re 

home!” 

Perfect diction. Not a trace of the drawl. 

Arthur had fully shed the accent. Clara had done a thorough job. 

I nodded and tilted my chin toward the table. He followed my 

gaze. 

The air went still. 

One second. Two. Three. 

He didn’t speak for what felt like an eternity. 

His head dropped. I couldn’t read his face. But something heavy shifted in the room. 

I cleared my throat, about to explain. 

Arthur cut me off. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” 

He took a few shaky breaths, but his voice cracked anyway. “Why, darlin‘? What did I do wrong?” 

I had no words. How was I supposed to explain any of this? 

What was I supposed to say that he was the hero of a story 

and I was the villain who needed to leave? 

I went with something simpler. 

“I don’t have feelings for you. Not that way.” 

Arthur’s head snapped up. 

His eyes were red–rimmed – like a dog left on the side of the 

road. 

“I’ll change. I can change, I swear!” 

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll be that! You want me to talk different? I’ll talk different. You want me to dress better? 

Done. You want me to… to never touch you?” His voice splintered. “I’ll take it. I’ll take anything.” 

Something sharp twisted behind my ribs. 

But I held my ground. “You don’t need to change. You need to 

find someone who actually deserves you.” 

Arthur went still. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw. “Is it… is it those three pretty boys?” 

I blinked. 

The comments erupted. 

(THREE PRETTY BOYS I’m screaming.] 

[Wait, is the villainess actually filing for divorce? Didn’t she refuse to divorce in the original even when she was dying?] 

[Butterfly effect?? Did the plot shift because the villainess stopped being terrible?] 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “This has nothing to do with 

them!” 

Arthur wasn’t buying it. “Then why? I’m taller than all of 

them!” 

“I’m stronger than them! I’m even fancier than them!” 

“…That’s not what this is about.” 

“Then what is it? Who’s gonna take better care of you than me?” 

“I can learn! I looked stuff up online – there are techniques, darlin‘. Real advanced ones!” 

My brain shorted out. Techniques? Advanced? 

His face went bright red. “I even… I bought a book,” he 

muttered. 

“What book?” 

Arthur reached behind his back and produced a copy of How to Drive Your Partner Wild: The Ultimate Guide to Advanced 

Intimacy with the shame of a man confessing to a crime. 

The cover featured a muscular man and a blonde woman 

twisted into a position that defied human biology. 

I stared at the cover. Then at him. Then back at the cover. 

I pressed my hand to my forehead. “Arthur. Listen to me.” 

Arthur hurled the book aside and crossed the room in two 

steps. All six–foot–three of him towered over me. 

I braced. But he didn’t close the distance. 

He dropped into a crouch. This massive man folded himself 

down small and looked up at me. 

“Darlin‘, just tell me what’s wrong with me.” 

“I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. I don’t want a divorce.” 

“I know you never liked me. I know you think I’m country and 

slow and can’t talk right.” 

“But I like you.” 

“I liked you from the second I saw you.” 

“I like it when you glare at me. I like it when you yell. I even 

like it when you send me to the corner.” 

“I just… I just wanted to be a little closer to you.” 

I froze. 

Something slammed into my chest from the inside. 

The comments went silent for two full seconds, then flooded 

the screen. 

[OH MY GOD a critical hit from the nice guy!!] 

[Okay, what’s wrong with me? I’m actually starting to ship 

them.] 

[In the original, the MC is already getting close to the FL by this point.] 

[Butterfly effect confirmed – the villainess stopped being 

awful, and now the MC is completely whipped.] 

I opened my mouth. Everything I’d planned to say dissolved. 

“Just… get up.” Arthur shook his head. “I won’t. Not until you promise. No divorce.” 

…Are you threatening me?” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” His voice broke. “I’m begging you.” 

I looked at his red–rimmed eyes and felt my resolve crack. 

Then I remembered the comments. The drugging. Clara. What was coming if I stayed. 

I took a breath. “My mind’s made up. Nothing you say will change it.”