I Wish My Husband Were Dead

Cordelia, sold into marriage for money, endured all manner of humiliation.

When her husband—lacking character, manners, or wit—fell into a coma after an accident,
she finally glimpsed a way out of this hell.

‘Holy star, please, let my husband die.’

But perhaps she prayed so fervently that her wish was misfiled.

Not only did her husband wake up, but he lost all his memories.

Thinking this could be her chance, she seized the moment.

“Sign here. You were adamant about finalizing the divorce before.”

“Hah, a divorce agreement? You must know why this upstart family chose you as a bride.”

This sharp-witted man couldn’t possibly be her husband!

By her reckoning, someone extraordinary had taken over his body—

a figure presumed dead, an opportunity she’d never thought to have again.

“Don’t you think your safety and ‘just a divorce’ don’t quite balance the scales?”

She gambled with her life, threatening him,
hoping to learn magic from this great sorcerer to secure her future after the divorce.

But she made one mistake…

She underestimated his temperament.

“If you’re my apprentice, you’ll study with only three hours of sleep a day.
Read five papers at a time, and it’ll go quickly.”