I Accidentally Married a God, And I Can't Divorce Him

I died. Not in some glorious battle or noble sacrifice — I was hit by a van.

Yes, a van. Probably delivering tofu.



When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling in a celestial void, dressed in a golden wedding gown, staring up at a man who looked like he had been sculpted from stars and shadows.



“By divine pact and fallen starlight, you are now my wife,” he said.



Excuse me, what?



He claims I begged him for this. That I traded my life, my soul, and my future... in exchange for justice.



I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember him.



But Lucien — the God of the Underworld — remembers everything.

He says he loves me.

He says I chose him.

He says there's no way out.



And the worst part?

There are markings on my body I’ve never seen before, visions I can’t explain, and a gnawing feeling that…



This isn’t the first time I’ve died.