My Iceberg Husband Was Actually an Incubus

Three years of contract marriage, and Silas has been the picture of icy restraint — buttoning his shirts all the way to the top.

Knowing he doesn't love me, I decide to stop lying to myself.

But just as I'm about to flee with the divorce papers, I stumble upon a forum called Mischief & Mayhem.

The pinned post screams in red letters:

"URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've spent three years pretending to be cold and celibate so I won't scare my wife. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back in 30 days without revealing what I am?"

In the attached photo, a black heart-tipped tail is shamefully coiled around a suit trouser leg, its tip hooked around a tie.

That tie — I bolt upright in bed.

That's the limited-edition tie I gave Silas.

My iceberg husband is secretly a lovesick male incubus?

"Divorce papers. Sign here."

Three years of contract marriage, and I'd spent every one of them lusting after Silas's body, manufacturing every excuse to get close.

But he always pushed me away — cold, composed, without so much as a finger brushing mine.

Finally, I couldn't take the loneliness anymore and handed him the divorce papers.

"Alright."

His reply was perfectly calm.

He took the papers the way he'd take any inconsequential contract.

"Want to know why?" I asked, testing the waters.

"Since you've already decided, I respect your choice."

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, hooked a finger around the pen, and signed the papers without even glancing at the contents.

Holding those signed documents, I felt none of the giddy relief I'd expected.

Instead, his consistent indifference left a dull ache in my chest.

I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem.

Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that?

Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped in.

The first thing I saw was a massive, red-lettered help post pinned to the top:

"URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've been terrified of scaring my wife with my true form, so I've spent our entire three-year marriage pretending to be cold and celibate. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back within 30 days without revealing what I am?"

Intrigued, I dove in.

"HELP! I'm an incubus. I'm so afraid my wife will find out what I am and be disgusted that I've maintained this ice-cold persona our entire marriage. Three years, and I haven't even dared hold her hand — one wrong move, one moment of excitement, and my cover's blown."

"But today she asked for a divorce. I'm so drained I can't even keep my tail hidden anymore."

"Waiting online — does ANYONE know a way to make someone's heart soften instantly without exposing my identity?"

"Or any method to make her