After dying from overwork, I woke up in the body of the soon-to-be ex-wife of the obsessive male lead, the handsome yet cold Duke of Carlisle. Irwen, the Duchess of Carlisle, was considered the most beautiful woman in the empire, and also the most cruel one. Throughout their arranged marriage, these two had hated each other and had thus remained without an heir. I had just planned to quietly pass my days and smoothly get divorced… but then a problem occurred. “I already said that I didn’t need these sort of things.” My husband stared at me as he tore up our divorce papers. Raw emotions stirred from him, who usually had a cold expression on his face. “For the sake of conceiving an heir, you should also start afresh quickly…” “An heir?” My husband hugged me tighter. “Are you perhaps saying that you want to try sleeping with me, just once?” “But we’re already sleeping in the same bed…” “Don’t say that.” His gaze lingered on my lips. “Right, the two of us, we’ve never slept together, have we?”