Please, Divorce Me

In my entire life, I’d never seen a man crying so bitterly.
At his friend’s funeral, I fell in love with him at first sight and offered to marry him by a contract.

“Please marry me, sir.”
Despite knowing that he loved his deceased friend’s wife, I had a shallow hope that as time passed and Kyle’s unwavering heart weakened and wore out, he would look at me, who had always been by his side.

***

“Don’t be mistaken, Your Grace.”
“Aelle.”
“I’m crying because I’ve been sad for the past years.”

Kyle Herace. He is the man I am married to and a war hero. A young man who brought a family of nothing but titles into the empire’s big name.
He never lost his composure, and rarely had an expression-filled face.

I saw that he too can make such a face because of me.
I didn’t have any lingering feelings for him, but I felt a little satisfied.

“Please divorce me, Your Grace.”

I will now forget everything and live a new life.
A life without him…