My Husband Was Definitely a Paladin [Novel]

Tonight, once again, he craved her purification. It was a wretched life. Despite possessing the power of purification, Irene had been ranked at the very bottom, never receiving any love or acceptance throughout her short life. Even in her final moments, she died alone, drowning in solitude. Yet, strangely enough, she found herself hurled back into the past. Not just any past, but the exact moment before she met her husband, Michael—the man she had ruined. "This is the first mistake I need to correct in this life. And that is... not getting involved with Michael." Yet Michael seemed strange. "I... need you. Please, purify me." He was the one who had asked for purification first. A paladin, this pious man, coming to her every night. "Irene. My partner. My wife. Tonight, I want to be purified by your hands. Slowly and thoroughly." You certainly used to be a paladin in your past life—the man who wouldn't even touch me with the tip of his finger, weren't you?