“Let’s get a divorce.”
I endured for three years. I tolerated the servants treating me with disdain because of my low birth. I accepted being excluded from social gatherings.
I held onto the hope that one day, he would see me.
But no matter how hard I tried, I was nothing more than an obligation to him. So I did it.
I said the words I never imagined I would say in my entire life.
A brief silence followed, and then he answered, still unwilling to truly look at me, as though even this was a bother.
“Do as you wish.”
His response held no intention of stopping me or holding onto me.
And so, I divorced him.
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