Wasn’t I the Female Lead of a Regret Novel?

 

She was divorced. F*ck.

 

“Haha… Life…”

 

Vendia’s body, which was leaning against the carriage window, slipped and fell helplessly.

 

Plop.

 

As she lay half-lying on the sheet, her empty eyes caught sight of the luggage bags occupying the seat across from her. She was really divorced, leaving the duchy and returning to her original home, the county, but she still couldn’t believe the reality.

 

“Does this make sense? Divorce is that easy?!”

 

Yeah. It was easy.

 

In other novels, it takes several months to get a divorce, but even in the liberal democratic country where she lived, there was a one-month deliberation period for divorce by agreement.

 

But, but…

 

“Divorce in three weeks. Ha… It’s a completely conservative world view of class and society, yet divorce is as radical as this?”

 

It was so absurd that she just laughed.

 

From what she heard, divorce here originally took a lot of effort and time. Even if the divorce is mutually agreed upon, if the divorce application is submitted to the temple, it will take at least two weeks for it to be reviewed.

 

Once the review is complete, the couple is checked again to see if the divorce is in progress, and if their minds haven’t changed, approval is given and the couple’s promise sworn before God is canceled. The couple stands before God again and admits their mistake and apologizes for breaking their vows.

 

After that, the divorce application is sent to the court, and after a review period of at least 2 to 4 weeks, the person attends the court and if there are no abnormalities, a divorce judgment is issued.

 

The divorce process is completed when the couple who has completed the divorce report after the ruling stands in front of God once again and performs a ceremony to completely break the couple’s vows.

 

The entire divorce process, which was so complicated and took such a long time just to name a few, was completed within three weeks.

 

“Why on earth? Anyone could see that it’s a regret novel.”

 

Vendia covered her head with a confused look on her face.

 

Two or three weeks had passed since she had been possessed in this body of hers.

 

This was what her body was like when she opened her eyes, with a searingly feverish body.

 

Honestly, she didn’t know the exact title of what kind of novel this world was. She couldn’t even remember because she read more than one or two novels and the names of the main characters were all similar.

 

Or is it really the world in the novel in the first place?

 

She had many questions, but judging from the memories of the owner of the possessed body that remained intact, she concluded that it was a regret novel.

 

‘Vendia, who had been forced into a marriage against her will, as if she had been sold to an old marquis, was the first to propose to Denros when she found out that he was under pressure from the Emperor and his parents to marry the Princess.’

 

If Denros needed someone who would fill the duchess’s place quietly and discreetly, without harming her husband, Vendia would marry him, and he accepted the offer.

 

Of course, the late Duke and Duchess of Kalvemer didn’t allow him to marry a girl from a lowly count family.

 

However, Denros forced to marry Vendia, and the two became husband and wife.

 

“They bullied me a lot.”

 

Although Vendia didn’t make it obvious to Denros, the late Duchess Kalvermer frequently invited her outside under the pretext of social gatherings.

 

Then she gave them all kinds of insults and humiliation in front of their acquaintances and servants.

 

[To think that the only dowry you brought from the Count of Rose, who has run out of strings, is your body. What on earth did you believe in when you thought you’d enter our family?]

 

Her mother-in-law always insulted her parents and used abusive language against her.

 

In the first place, the Kalvermer family was so wealthy that there was no need to consider how much dowry the bride brought.

 

However, her mother-in-law was displeased with her, who was suffering from a mountain of debt due to the decline of her family, the Count of Rose.

 

[Don’t even dream of having an heir to my son. How did someone like you come into our family? Tsk, tsk.]

 

Moreover, her father-in-law, who despises her as if she were a bug, every time she encountered him.

 

[Do it yourself.]

 

Even her damned husband, who was so indifferent that she couldn’t even rely on him, let alone being her strength.

 

He was busy and wasn’t at the duke’s residence most of the time.

 

Therefore, even though Vendia was a duchess, she had no power.

 

Without the attention and love of her husband or the strength of her own family, the pendulum of power was completely tilted towards her mother-in-law.

 

There wasn’t a single one on her side in the Kalvermer duchy.

 

Even herself.

 

“I thought that since I was the one who suggested it first, of course I should hold out.”

 

Vendia lifted her sagging body and sat up straight, looking out the window. Although it was clearly a landscape she had never seen before, a somewhat familiar coniferous forest was passing by at a speed matching the speed of the carriage.

 

Seeing that it had been quite some time since she left the first district, the center of the system where the duke’s residence was located, it seemed like she was about to arrive at the count’s.

 

“If I look at this in-laws and husband, this is really a regret novel, though… Will he come to his senses after we get divorced?”

 

While she was still unable to let go of the regret genre, the carriage that had been running at a steady pace slowed down and immediately stopped.

 

As she got up and stepped out of the carriage door, she was greeted by a two-story mansion with its impressive red roof.

 

Although the mansion couldn’t be compared to a duke’s residence, it still looked quite worthy since it was a count’s residence.

 

‘But no one comes out to see me.’

 

It was such poor hospitality that not even a single employee came to meet her. Even though she didn’t expect it.

 

Just as she was about to pick up the luggage that the coachman had dropped off and grab the doorknob, the door burst open from inside along with the sound of someone running.

 

“You idiot! Where have you just come?”

 

The man who opened the door roared and roared like an angry bull.

 

‘Ah, I know that face.’

 

Vendia still had her original memories, so she recognized who he was. He was her brother Kielbasa Rose.

 

“If you married into that family, wouldn’t you have to cling to it like a leech! Divorce? Divorce?! Are you crazy?!”

 

Her brother, who was about the same height as her with his belly bulging out, plump resembling a sausage, seemed to be more dissatisfied with her divorce than she was.

 

“What on earth did you do to deserve a divorce?”

 

It was then.

 

This time, a middle-aged woman’s voice reproached her.

 

Asking who it was, was the Countess and her mother standing behind Kielbasa, dressed extravagantly.

 

‘Weren’t they suffering from a mountain of debt? Why is she so flashy?’

 

The Countess wore accessories everywhere on her body, not just on her ears and neck.

 

All of the items studded with jewels seemed to be worth a lot of money.

 

“Ha, what are you going to do now? It looks like Father’s business is sinking again!”

 

“…”

 

Vendia pursed her lips and looked at the two people in front of her.

 

Kielbasa’s eyes growl at her as if he were going to tear her to death, and her mother’s gaze looks at her as if she was pathetic. 

 

“Vendia Rose!”

 

The father is approaching with a fierce force, shouting so loudly that it makes the mansion tremble.

 

This is what they do, leaving their daughter and younger sister, who came back from a divorce, standing at the door instead of letting her into the house.

 

Goodness. They were originally planning on marrying her off to a rich old marquis, right?

 

She realized it all at once. That she has no place of her own, not only in the duchy but also in the countess.

 

Was that why?

 

A feeling she had often felt since being possessed returned to her: a crushing loneliness.

 

Then this…

 

“Is it a family regret?”

 

Or is it a refreshing revenge?

 

A family this trashy deserves it! I think I’m a bit of a genius, yeah?

 

“What? What are you saying now! First of all, go back to the duke’s residence and beg! Even if it means begging that you did something wrong, stay in that house!”

 

She was immersed in self-praise for a while when the Countess’ sharp voice caught her attention.

 

As soon as she hears it, she keeps crossing the line. It’s ridiculous because she really got divorced.

 

“I didn’t do anything wrong, so what would I beg for. If needed, Mother can go and beg instead.”

 

She answered the Countess with a sour look on her face.

 

“Hey, are you crazy?!”

 

“You must be the one who is crazy. Sausage.”

 

She also slapped away Kielbasa’s hand, who was pushing her shoulder and raising his voice. It’s not even a fist away.

 

“Y-You’ve lost your mind? Have you finally gone crazy?!”

 

“Vendia. How dare you try to destroy our family!”

 

A heavy and huge hand flew in front of her eyes, along with her father’s voice interlocking with Kielbasa’s voice. Vendia lightly took a step back because the speed was too slow.

 

“Ugh!”

 

The Count’s body, which had exerted too much force, fell into the grass and fell awkwardly to the floor with a thud.

 

“Father!”

 

“Honey!”

 

Kielbasa and the Countess caught the Count, who had fallen in surprise.

 

“Oh my, I’m dying! Goodness, I’m dying!”

 

“Did you almost die from a hand the size of a pot lid?”

 

Vendia shrugged her shoulders at the Count who was sternly stern at her.

 

“You really! Can’t you apologize to your father right now?”

 

“So you’re really crazy!”

 

“Get out of my house right now!”

 

At that moment, bullshit poured out from the mouths of the three people at the same time.

 

Be that as it may, Vendia has set her foot in the county.

 

She has gotten divorced too. She’s suffered enough, so now she’s getting it back, right? Rather, it was good.

 

Because she was very confident in that kind of thing.

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