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Reincarnated as the Villain's Spouse (BL)

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[18+] [MATURE CONTENT] He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Before I start, what was the latest misfortune or badluck that you have suffered?

For me, it was death.

Cliché, eh?

You might be wondering that if I am dead how the hell am I speaking to you right now?

Well, I don't know if I should consider it as my misfortune or good fortune...but apparently I am alive.

Confused, yes?

I was too. But not for long. My new life didn't allow me to remain confused for a long time. I had to get my shit together. Else I'd have been trampled, again.

I don't know if it was out of sheer will to live my life as an unbeatable, indomitable person…..something that I wasn't in my previous life….something that is so….so….not me, but then again, this new life is also not mine.

I call this as new life but this life is 22 years old.

Sorry….life for me…..but in actuality it's body.

Yes, I am a transmigrator. No I didn't transmigrate in any novel or comic or game or drama script or anything as such. I wasn't that lucky. In fact I have no idea where the fuck I am, but at least I am...somewhere.

Oh, did I tell you that I am married?

No not to a man, but a woman, yeah being a gay dude it's quite...…..unpleasant but I am excluded from the responsibility of helping to provide an heir for the family for the time being.

Ah, that reminds me of the wedding day… the day I came here…

Hmm, my distorted insights might have been confusing for you, yes?

So, let me start from the beginning, the beginning of the end, the beginning of a new life.