After a long period of unrequited love, I ended up as a duchess in name only.
I endured a cold marriage, hoping that one day Ains would finally notice me…
“Please… let’s get a divorce.”
I was exhausted from a love that would never be returned. The conclusion of a one-sided love could only be disastrous.
“But I have a condition. I want a substantial amount of alimony.”
More than anything, facing death, I needed money to cure my illness. So, I decided to get a divorce.
* * *
Though there were lingering effects, my illness was treated, and I was ready to live my life.
“Cecilia, why did you hide the fact that you were sick from me?”
But for some reason, the once indifferent Ains started clinging to me.
“You don’t need to worry about the illness. It’s already been treated.”
“Treated? Do you think someone who’s fully healed would cough up blood?”
“That’s just a lingering effect.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think I’ll believe that?”
His once arrogant eyes now showed signs of anxiety and unease. It was the same look I had seen countless times before, right before I decided to leave him.
