In a letter from her dragon-husband, plain as day: “You pathetic weakling and you don’t deserve to stand beside me. I’m sending you away…”
Think about crying and falling apart? Not happening.
I’m retired Любовь Ільинична—and I unexpectedly found myself in the body of a young dragon wife. And the first thing that greeted me was a damp cellar with rats, where the poor thing had to spend the night.
Only now I’m not her. I’ll put the cellar in order, turn a clever magical rat into my partner, start earning money, and open my own tavern.
Next on the list is divorce from the dragon. And let him pay the compensation—since he’s so noble.
Except my calculations didn’t include one thing: my “ex” suddenly shows up in the backwater town where he himself exiled me.
They say he came to hunt otherworld demons that possess human bodies?
So, wait. Did he suspect me? Why is he looking so closely and so strangely? And why on earth is he trying to kiss me?