My Yandere Husband

I had been in a nominal, contract marriage with the Incubus CEO for three years.

The day I brought up divorce.

He answered indifferently, but suddenly, a barrage of comments floated above his head:

[That yandere freak, the chains and little toys in the basement are all custom-made for the second female lead’s size. Why pretend to be a gentleman now?]

[Second female lead, the moment you finish signing, the next moment you wake up you’ll be hate-fucking the repulsive second male lead.]

[Oh ho, the captivity play is finally about to begin. That’s what I call a hate-fuck, so satisfying! The Incubus’s true form supposedly has barbs. The second female lead has done so many bad things, losing focus in her eyes is just what she deserves…]

[Hey, second female lead, you’re so muddle-headed. If you’d shown the second male lead even a little kindness these past years, this crazy, love-obsessed lunatic would have immediately gotten on his knees and become your dog. Things wouldn’t have twisted into this mess, into hatred born of love…]

My hand trembled as I signed, and I looked up at the man in front of me, his face expressionless:

“Um, maybe let’s not get divorced just yet.”