The sudden revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, I stood there in stunned silence, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

Six more husbands? What kind of twisted joke was this?

Is coming back to life after a car accident a harem package deal?

My mind raced with disbelief and confusion.

The blonde boy watched my reaction with a mix of amusement and a hint of pity, as if he found my bewilderment entertaining. My temper boiled over once again.

How can I not be bewildered?! When did I just know that I got a seven-year-old husband just after coming back to life here?!

His smirk deepened, and he crossed his arms.

"So, what do you think, President? Surprised that you got a lot of husbands under your hand? A lot of husbands for you to play with?" he taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

But I missed some emotions hidden deep in his blue eyes.

My jaw clenched as I resisted the urge to snap at him. Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to regain control of the situation. "Please explain," I demanded, my voice sharp and cold.

I really need an explanation right now.

This situation I am suddenly in is really confusing me so much.

He rolled his eyes as if my reaction was an inconvenience. "You really don't remember, do you? Well, let me enlighten you. You're the President of the Student Council, and you have seven husbands. A bit unconventional, I know, but that's the reality you're living in. Surprise!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to ward off the headache that suddenly came into my head.

Seven husbands? This had to be some kind of elaborate prank or a delusion brought on by stress. I glanced around, half-expecting someone to jump out and yell, "Gotcha!"

The blonde boy seemed to sense my skepticism and sighed, as if he were dealing with a particularly slow student. Why is it his turn now to be like that?

"Look, it's not that complicated. The seven of us are your husbands because of a contract we all 'willingly' entered into. It's not a joke, and it's not a delusion. It's just the way things are."

My eyebrows shot up in disbelief. A contract? What kind of school allowed students to enter into marriage contracts? And why on earth would I agree to such a bizarre arrangement?

Before I could voice my questions, he continued, "You don't remember the ceremony, do you? The one where we officially became your husbands. It's held annually, and you renew the contract each year. But this time, things got a bit messy, since your other husbands now have some things in their hearts after they got their inheritance from their ancestors other than wanting to continue being with you, that include me, of course. There will be a time that I can get my inheritance from the old man and make some divorce papers for you, wicked woman, to sign."

This is really like a plot from a cheesy romance novel, with a bit of rejection at first and then chasing at last.

"...."

Of course, that is only what I felt, and I really don't know if such a plot will happen in my life after I am divorced.

What am I thinking?! It really looks I am maried if I am thinking of divorcement!

"This can't be real. I need proof," I insisted, my tone still cold and unwavering.

He sighed, seemingly annoyed by my persistence, and reached into his pocket. After a moment of fumbling, he produced a small, ornate key with an intricate design on his phone. "This is the key to your apartment. The seven of us share a house, and you're the one who holds the key. Check for yourself if you don't believe me."

My heart skips a beat as the key on this blonde guy's phone is exactly the same key that I have in my apartment.

I... am not really married, right?

I eyed the key with suspicion but decided to finally play along. If this was some elaborate prank, it was really well executed for me to have a mini-heart attack one after another. "Fine, let's go to this supposed house of ours, and you better be the one to lead the way towards that apartment if you are really one of my husbands."

The blonde boy paused as his lips went pale looking at the dark road ahead but then he smirked once again, seemingly pleased that he had piqued my interest.

Piqued my interest, my foot.

Yes, he piqued my interest. piqued the interest of wanting to shove this handsome guy face into dirty mud to cover up that pleased face.

We began to walk in silence, the weight of this surprising revelation hanging heavily in the air.

It should be very heavy, but this blonde guy was just walking so close to me.

This guy really is a scaredy cat.

As we approached the familiar apartment that this blonde boy claimed that I and him and the other six husbands I have are currently living in, my heart raced as my mind also raced with confusion and doubt.

There is no way... It's really true.

The walk to my apartment—the supposed shared house—felt unreal, my mind buzzing with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. The blonde boy, who claimed to be one of my seven husbands, led the way with a swagger that suggested he enjoyed the theatrics of the situation.

I felt the urge to smack his face but still held myself as I coldly looked upfront.

As we reached the front door, he turned to me with a sly grin.

"Prepare yourself, President. It's about to get even weirder in there," he said cryptically, unlocking the door with the ornate key. The door creaked open, revealing a surprisingly ordinary-looking hallway. I half-expected a grand, opulent mansion filled with romantic decor, but the reality seemed disappointingly mundane.

Oh...

It's still the old apartment I had back then.

Nothing change.

So... The seven husbands also must be a joke, right?

We stepped inside, and the air felt charged with a strange energy, as if the walls themselves held secrets. The blonde boy led me through the corridor, and I couldn't help but notice the eclectic mix of decorations on the walls—pictures of moments I couldn't recall, symbols that seemed significant, and a recurring motif of seven intertwined rings.

"..."

I certainly don't have that in my apartment.

My apartment is being rigged by someone.

As we approached a familiar door at the end of the hallway, the blonde boy hesitated for a moment before turning the handle. The room beyond was surprisingly cozy, with warm hues and comfortable furnishings. But what caught my attention was man in the wheelchair inside, looking up in silently from his thick book as we entered.

"Look who I found wandering around, completely clueless and apparently having amnesia," the blonde boy announced, his tone a mix of amusement and teasing.

I closed my eyes.

One last teasing, this guy is going to wish that death was more preferable to life.

I thought that I would see six husbands on the spot, but only a man sitting on a wheelchair and quietly reading a book was all I saw.

He looked at us with his quiet but deep green eyes.

"President, meet the other husbands—one of your husbands beside me," the blonde boy declared after he only saw one man inside, with a theatrical flair, gesturing to the man in a wheelchair, which I furrowed my brows at since I thought that it was quite rude for this guy to do so.

The room fell silent as I took in the silent gaze of the man in the wheelchair.

I was the first to break eye contact with the man in the wheelchair, feeling very hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. With a little blush on both of my earlobes, I seriously said and asked.

"Okay, I've seen enough. Now, someone better start explaining everything from the beginning before I get confused all over again," I demanded, feeling a mixture of frustration and urgency. The urgency to know some information about my life here in this strange world.

The guy in the wheelchair, who seemed to exude an air of isolation but peacefulness, turned his wheelchair. "I suppose I need to introduce myself again if you have an amnesia... I'm Damien Llaire, your second contracted husband. Welcome to our home, Kate."

His quiet and peaceful voice , coupled with a light smile on his lips, somehow made my heart skip a beat.

What... What is this feeling?