My Husband Lives Inside a Painting

“Honey. Don’t you want to take revenge on the people who killed me?”

The portrait of my dead husband spoke to me.

It happened right after his funeral.

But then—

“Make a contract with me. Give me your soul, Orb.”

A sweet voice and gentle eyes.

Yet there was an eerie unfamiliarity he couldn’t quite conceal.

‘This isn’t my husband.’

The man inside the painting was a demon wearing my husband’s appearance.

Even so, I willingly sold my soul.

I would find the person who killed Camille and plunge a knife straight into their heart.

But then……

“You’re really too cruel. Your rabbit-like husband has been waiting for you this whole time, and you’re off having an affair with another man. You won’t even go on walks with me……”

Tsk. Something’s strange.

Did I accidentally bring home a demon, or did I get a dog instead?

But there was an even bigger problem.

“You can take up as much of my time as you want. No, actually, I’d like it if you did.”

“What other reason could you possibly have not to love me? I look exactly like him.”

“Orb. I’m your husband now. You should be paying attention to me.”

…Obsessiveness wasn’t part of the contract.

No, more importantly, why is he being so affectionate when he isn’t even my real husband?

You’re a demon, for goodness’ sake!