In an instant, have a wife

This house looks simple and quite spacious, like the houses of people from the lower middle castes. There is only one floor with several rooms. However, one thing that makes X feel comfortable is his clean and tidy house.

Remembering how messy the apartment he lived in was because he was busy carrying out a mission, X smiled faintly. "It's not bad to have a wife either," he muttered.

When he arrived at the living room, from the direction of the door came the woman whose face was in the wedding photo that X saw earlier carrying some plastic bags filled with groceries.

"Louzen? When did you wake up?" the woman asked. He put his shopping down and walked over to Louzen with a worried face.

Not knowing how to act, X only chose to remain silent when the beautiful woman, the wife of the owner of the body, suddenly hugged him.

"Your fever has just gone down. Why have you gotten out of bed?" The woman's voice muffled as her face buried in Louzen's chest.

Not wanting to be caught in an unclear situation, X asked. "Who are you? You better let go of your arms now!" Louzen ordered with a straight face.

Instantly the woman's body froze. She seemed shocked to hear Louzen's question, which seemed cold. The hug was gone. The woman stepped back and looked sadly at Louzen while shaking her head.

"Zen, don't be joking. It's not funny, you know!" cried the woman.

"Sorry. But after waking up, I don't remember anything." Louzen replied, again sounding flat.

"How could that be? Can a high fever erase a person's memory?" Muttered the woman. She looked from head to toe, confirming that the man in front of her was Louzen—her husband. But judging by his calm expression and cold demeanor, it was clear that the man in front of him was not the Louzen he had known all along.

"Why has your attitude changed, Zen? The Louzen I know is a kind and smiling man, not flat and cold like you. So tell me, who are you? Why imitate my husband's face?"

"Enough! Stop talking so much because it's useless. I'm still the same person even though you search for the truth thousands of times. I don't remember anything. So, who am I?" Louzen took a step forward. His gaze grew colder and more intense.

The woman was embarrassed to be stared at by a man like her husband. He averted his gaze shyly. "Y—you are Louzen, my husband. And I'm Lidya, your wife. So-- we'd better sit down. I-I'll explain it to you."

Lidya pushed Louzen's body to give them some distance and walked towards the sofa to avoid Louzen's gaze, which made him feel fascinated.

Louzen also sat next to Lidya; for a while, he would follow whatever Lidya did. Finally, he leaned his back on the sofa and turned to Lidya. "Tell me, am I your husband?" asked Louzen.

"Well, you are my husband and the savior of my life." Lydia smiled. His gaze seemed to contemplate something related to the body's owner.

'Am I playing the late hero by saving a woman and marrying her? Shit!  is too ridiculous!'

"I— ever saved your life?" Ask Louzen. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Right. But I found out too late. Sorry. You're not mad at me, are you, Zen?"

Lidya nodded without saying the real reason; she lowered her face, her fingers intertwined. It is evident that Lidya seemed to regret something and didn't dare to look at Louzen's gaze, which seemed foreign to her.

Louzen only got more confused when he saw Lydia's downcast face. He could only sigh to increase the level of his patience with women. 'I'd rather deal with a dozen enemies than one woman. Is very troublesome.'

Not wanting to keep seeing the woman in front of him feeling guilty, Louzen rubbed the top of Lidya's head. "Stop crying. After all, we love each other, right?"

Again, Lidya's body froze. She was silent for a while as she thought about what to say to her husband. Finally, her face lifted with a faint smile that felt like she was harboring embarrassment.

"About that, we got married because of the late grandfather. So, I—I even ignored you. Sorry…" Lidya showed her puppy eyes.

Louzen's expectations had fallen. Lidya's gaze, which seemed cute, immediately felt disgusting. He could only laugh at his fate in the future.

"Hahaha..." his laughter sounded loud and discordant, making Lidya confused and even more afraid to face Lauzen. Being a poor man dumped by his mother-in-law, even his wife doesn't love him.

'How unlucky is the owner of this body?! I'd rather live alone than be dumped and ridiculed by the people around me. But, I can imagine how the real Louzen went through his marriage.' Louzen turned his face towards the ceiling.

I don't know where Lidya's courage came from; she suddenly grabbed the back of Louzen's palm and said. "I know you have nothing during our four months of marriage to make me ignore you. But you don't have to worry. From this moment on, I will learn to love and cherish you as I should. So don't do this. Enough of pretending to lose his memory, huh." Lidya persuaded with a lilting voice.

Shock? Of course!

Louzen immediately withdrew his hand roughly, making Lidya startled. Somebody instantly lost his sympathy at the shameless words of his wife. 'How dare a woman as you act like a Goddess after being content to dump her husband? I've had enough!'