My Husband, Who Was About To Divorce Me, Crazy And Returned

Synopsis

Everyone in the world knows that Celia and Lucius hate each other.

Everyone knows that she despises him, and that he looks down on her.

The feud between their families had lasted for two hundred years, passed down through generations until it finally reached a five-year-old boy and girl who were born only three days apart.

There was no way around it. Their hatred and dislike for each other had to be an enormous fate, an inevitable destiny.

It had to be.

[Windmere and Brickwell end their long-standing feud and establish a symbol of reconciliation by forming a marriage alliance!]

If only their families hadn’t married them in the name of reconciliation.

“Living under the same roof as you, having you bear the Windmere name, and holding you in my arms… It’s not something I particularly enjoy either.”

A man she had built nothing but a tiresome relationship with ever since their first meeting at the age of five.

“I’ll divorce you in three years.”

Celia signed her name on the dreadful marriage vows, holding on to those words alone.

Then, one day, with only six months left until their divorce.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You expect me to believe that you’ve lost your memory?”

Her eyes gleamed like a hunting hound’s.

Her pale hands instantly flushed red with anger.

“I think I remember one thing.”

Lucius’s eyes curved in an instant.

A faint smile appeared across his face like a line drawn upon it.

“That it was beautiful when you cried in my hands.”

It was the height of a sweltering summer.

Lucius Windmere had returned completely mad.

“Celia. With our child inside you, there’s no way you can abandon me now.”

How on earth will this tiresome relationship between them finally come to an end