I transmigrated into a reverse-harem romance fantasy novel. Into Evgenia, the story’s worst villainess! She tormented her female-lead cousin and, even though she was married, she obsessively chased after the Crown Prince—one of the male leads! B U T— The villainess’s husband just so happened to be… my ultimate bias. So I made my choice. The female lead and her handsome men could sort out their own love drama. My only goal was to live a sweet, peaceful life with my beloved Ultimate Bias husband. But then— “Please… grant me a divorce, Wife.” My husband, voice shaking and eyes glossy with tears, said something completely ridiculous. And the moment I saw that tear-streaked face, my resolve nearly crumbled. Fine. If it’s for my Ultimate Bias… If what you truly want is to be free from me…! “Nope. Not happening. Try again.” I didn’t care about the plot, the leads, or the world’s logic. But a divorce? Absolutely not. I ripped the divorce papers right in Euclid’s face.