Wasn’t I the Female Lead of a Regret Novel?

A single word briefly escaped her husband’s lips.

“I’ll agree to the divorce.”

Vendia Rose dropped the divorce papers she had just handed him.

‘W-wait, this isn't how it's supposed to go…?’

Vendia had believed that demanding a divorce—thinking she was inside a regret-trope romance novel—would spark a passionate love story with her husband.

Instead, the divorce went through in the blink of an eye, leaving her living in a run-down mansion granted as alimony.

‘Fine! I’ll just use this chance to live it up as a wealthy landlord!’

She declared boldly... but how much time had even passed since then?

“When are you going to unblock my fireplace?!”

A nightmare tenant demanding a working fireplace in the middle of summer.

“M-Master, should I bury them?”

A mansion manager with a sweet face but a ridiculously suspicious mindset.

“It has been a while, my lady.”

And her ex-husband, who had so coldly agreed to the divorce in the first place?

Why on earth is everyone gathering here of all places?!