Cheers to My Sabotaged Marriage!

I couldn't stop grinning when my cousin Lirra caused a scene at our double engagement gala, dramatically swapping our betrothal documents. She claimed the glorious future Warmaster Bollan for herself, smugly leaving me with Fennik - the pale, coughing scholar everyone expects to drop dead by winter. Joke's on her! I know Bollan's military career requires years of patient, grueling support, and Lirra has the patience of a caffeinated squirrel. Meanwhile, I get a quiet life with a frail husband, right? Wrong. The moment the ink dries on the registry, a glowing magical shackle binds my wrist. It turns out Fennik’s 'sickness' is actually crushing depression from a classified Imperial Decree: he has exactly sixty days to invent a revolutionary mana-engine, or our entire household gets executed for treason. Nobody mentioned the ticking death-clock! Now, armed with shameless optimism, a judgmental six-legged sand-fennec, and absolutely zero filter, I have two months to cure my new husband's depression and turn him into the wealthiest inventor in the empire. But as Fennik's brilliant smile returns and his billionaire empire takes root, why does he keep looking at me like he's saying goodbye?