The Villain wants a Divorce Novel – I’ve been single my whole life. Who the hell are you? Cass should have known better. Or, at least, anticipated something like this. It wasn’t like he was a novice when it came to situations like this. He’d read a lot. Not by choice, but still! He knew what was popular right now, and he’d laughed off how unbelievable they all were. Isekai? That could never happen. Unrealistic. Well, one couldn’t laugh when they were smacked in the face with a similar situation.
Hmm, his sister was probably laughing at him at this moment, but he couldn’t focus on that thought because fuck, his head was pounding. The “god” or whoever he talked to didn’t warn him about this. The headache was incessant, and made it hard to remain lying down. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball on his side and sob. If he’d been at home, he would have been able to do that. But he wasn’t home. He was very, very far away. A deep, stinging pain filled his chest and he could feel his eyes grow damp. No. He couldn’t cry. He shouldn’t cry.
Who knows? It wasn’t like he signed a contract with the “god” or anything. It was more like they had begged him for his help. So, he should look at this positively. Normally, in stories like this, the character could go back home after. Right? Right? The sharp, throbbing pain of his head got the better of him. He winced, his face contorting with the pain he was feeling. He exhaled sharply, and it was like he’d popped a bubble. Before he felt like he’d been floating in a dark, deep silence. It felt…all consuming, and trapped him with his thoughts. Which is why he had probably been spiraling so quickly.
If he’d had outside noise, he might not have spiraled so quickly. …Or not, as the outside noise washed over him and all he could hear were several voices shouting over each other, along with the soft noise of sobs. His mind filled with confusion, since several of them sounded like men. Cass groaned again. The sounds were not helping his throbbing head, nor clearing up the confusion. That damn “god” hadn’t even told him where he was going so this was even more confusing. He thought he would have started as a baby or something, not as a…whatever this was. People didn’t behave like this if you were a baby.
At least, not in his little experience. Fuck. He hoped his sister was okay. He had only spoken to her that morning before everything happened. He just wanted to see her face one more time, but the “god” had refused, and flung him out of the subspace that they had been talking in. Now he was here, confused, with people shouting and crying around him, and too afraid to open his eyes to find out why. Who was the person he’d…possessed? And why was everyone so…upset? God, what had he walked into? What had they made him walk into? A sharp external pain unlike the ones he felt internally caught him by surprise.
Someone had pricked one of his toes, and gasping, he flung his eyes open. His breath coming in pants, Cass stared up at the ceiling above him in shock. What the fuck? Where the fuck was he? This wasn’t covered in the briefing the “god” gave him! The ceiling was painted in a mural. A very detailed, must have taken years kind of mural. The ones you saw in history documentaries. Which he knew, because he liked to watch them.