Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? – Chapter 161 – Side story 14

Author: rolypoly

Largo, whatever. I’m the one who’s going to die.

Ophelia spent the entire day lying weakly, overwhelmed by nausea.

“I had no idea morning sickness could be this tough…”

Ophelia, lying sprawled on the bed, barely managed to part her lips and speak. Irene, who was nursing Ophelia with utmost sincerity, answered.

“Maybe the baby in your womb is listening. I mean, the feeling that you wouldn’t have morning sickness.”

“Do you think hearing that made the baby angry…?”

“Well, I’m not sure. But I think the saying ‘words become seeds’ might be true.”

“I don’t have the energy to get mad, so I won’t say anything…

Ophelia swallowed her tears and sniffled.

In fact, until yesterday, there had been no changes in her physical condition to the point where she could have asked, “Am I really pregnant?” She could move around, eat, and sleep without any problems. There was absolutely no discomfort.

But then, how could morning sickness suddenly start overnight…? And why does my back hurt too…?

“What if I end up dying like this? Waaa.”

“Here we go again. Alright, lie down with your pillow. Take a deep breath.”

“Waaah. I think I’m going to die.”

Not only did she feel nauseous, but she also felt dizzy. Even when she was lying down, the world was spinning. It was as if she was suffering from severe motion sickness all day, so Ophelia really wanted to stop. She didn’t know what to stop, but she just wanted to stop.

That was when.

“What do you mean, die? You won’t die.”

A familiar voice reached her ears. She barely lifted her eyes and glanced toward the door, where Sylvester was striding toward her.

Ophelia, who had been exclaiming, “He’s handsome again today…” quickly came to her senses and glared at him.

“Who is this? Isn’t this the husband who didn’t show his face even once while his wife was suffering from morning sickness?”

Hmph. Ophelia snorted, clearly showing her displeasure.

“Pregnancy is full of hardships, and that lasts a lifetime. I swear, I’ll be mad about this until the day I die.”

“So you’re saying you’ll stick with me until the day you die. I really like that.”

“I really want to hit you with all my strength, but I don’t have the energy… Could you slap your own cheek for me instead?”

“If you want.”

Sylvester slapped his own cheek without the slightest hesitation. He approached Ophelia with his reddened cheek.

“You could have hit a little more gently.”

“I’m strong.”

Sylvester let out a small laugh before giving Irene a subtle nod. Irene, who was quick-witted, said she would wash the towel she had used to wipe Ophelia’s sweat and left the room. The moment she left, Sylvester sat down next to Ophelia, on the edge of the bed.

“There was a reason I was out all day today.”

“If it’s not a reason I can accept, I’ll be mad at you even after I die.”

“Look at this.”

What he took out from his pocket was a small vial, about the size of a finger.

“What is it? Medicine?”

Ophelia used her superhuman strength to raise her upper body.

“Does this get rid of morning sickness if I take it?”

“If there was such a wonderful medicine, the apothecary would have made more money than me.”

“Oh my…I was happy for nothing.”

The hope she had briefly felt disappeared in an instant. Ophelia pursed her lips and buried her face in the pillow again.

“Then what is it?”

“A medicine that cures morning sickness for me instead.”

“….”

Isn’t that more difficult to make?

It had been a long time since she came to this world, but Ophelia still couldn’t fully understand the way people’s minds worked.

“What, what, is it something like alchemy?”

“To be more precise, it’s a combination of magic and alchemy. You mix my blood with yours, and then I drink this.”

Ophelia was momentarily speechless. She began to gather her thoughts and opened her mouth intermittently.

“So the pain I’m feeling right now is going to you?”

“Mhm.”

“All of this—feeling nauseous, about to throw up, and having back pain—will go away?”

“Mhm.”

“….”

Ophelia couldn’t bring herself to continue.

Before she possessed this body, she remembered seeing celebrities on TV occasionally bragging about their married life. Among them, there was one where the wife, talking about her severe morning sickness, mentioned that her husband cried, saying he wanted to feel her pain instead.

What was she thinking at that time?

‘If I can’t even speak…’

She had thought to herself.

Ophelia reflected, thinking that she must have been so twisted up back then.

Anyway, until now, Ophelia had always thought that morning sickness was a symptom that only pregnant women had to endure on their own. She never imagined that it could be transferred to someone else. Magic… this is no joke, huh?

“No, no. That’s not going to happen.”

However, regardless of how effective the magic was, Ophelia didn’t want to do it that way.

“I seriously feel like I’m going to die from the pain right now. And you want me to pass it on to you? I know exactly how much it hurts, though? I don’t want to do that.”

“Mhm. I knew you’d say that.”

Huh. So, is that just for show?

Just as Ophelia was about to scold him to stop joking around,

“That’s why I already took the medicine.”

“…Yes?”

“I took it.”

Sylvester answered calmly.

“I just filled it with water, and I already took the medicine before you came.”

Ophelia couldn’t help but be even more speechless because he answered so plainly.

You said you had to mix blood.

But you made the medicine and took it?

Ophelia’s mouth fell open.

“No, how?! Where did you get my blood?”

“Remember when we did the blood draw during the temple trial?”

When did that happen!

Ophelia covered her mouth in shock.

“You didn’t plan on asking for my permission in the first place?”

“Of course. It was obvious you’d refuse, so why am I even trying to convince you? It’s better to take the lead first and then let you know.”

Should I say that this was a good thing or not? Ophelia felt a headache and touched her forehead.

“First of all… You already took it, so I can’t really say anything. Just lie down. It’s going to get really dizzy.”

“It takes effect in a few hours. Don’t worry.”

Sylvester lay down beside Ophelia with a sly smile. Then he put his arm around Ophelia and gave her a short kiss on the forehead.

“I don’t like seeing you sick.”

“I don’t either.”

Ophelia frowned slightly and replied.

“Still, you’re too fragile. Compared to you, I’m strong.”

“Compared to you, most people would seem fragile…”

In reality, Sylvester is 190cm tall with broad shoulders and long legs. The only people who wouldn’t feel intimidated when standing next to him would be Callian or Theo.

“Of all those people, you’re particularly fragile. So I have to protect you.”

Sylvester lightly pinched Ophelia’s nose.

“Let me prove to you that I love you with this.”

Ophelia could feel her heart warming up again.

Thanks to Sylvester, she learned how precious and thankful it was to be protected by someone. If it weren’t for him, she probably wouldn’t have felt this way until she died.

Just that alone was enough to make her grateful, but he always spoke of love. Words she had never heard until the day she would die.

“But you tell me every day that you love me.”

“There are things that can’t be conveyed through words. So I have to show you through actions. How much I love you.”

Ophelia felt like crying.

They say hormones go wild during pregnancy, and it feels exactly like that now.

So, she wrapped one arm around Sylvester and buried her face in his chest.

“And I’ll have to tell our child later.”

I, who didn’t even know what love was, became a mother of a child.

I have to love my child as much as I received love…

“I’ll tell them, ‘Since I endured the morning sickness in place of your mother, you should treat me like your mother.'”

“Are you crazy?”

“My true feelings came out exactly as they were, Ophelia.”