My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don't Want to Part Wit

"Yurica, will you divorce me?"

"What? What now?

It's a sunny afternoon.

When I was enjoying lunch without water for the first time in a month with my husband. I doubted my ear for a word my husband told me was rusty.

We were married for the third year. Baroness and a common political marriage in the aristocratic society of the Earl's son. My husband Anton is twenty-six years old. I, Yurica, am twenty-one years old and his late wife. Between them is Noah, his adorable son, a grain of six-year-old left behind by his late ex-wife.

Though a political marriage, I should have gotten along well with him and Noah. And yet I was wondering if you could divorce me? What happens to Noah when we break up?

"Um, Anton. Me, I feel like I've heard the word" divorce "right now, but have I lost my ear?

"No, your ears are fine. I said I wanted to divorce you."

Apparently the opening words weren't misheard or anything like that. Anton is a true face. I turned white in my head.

Anton wants to break up with me?

He has had a sudden increase in his work here and his return to the mansion has diminished, and the couple's business hasn't been around for about two years. He was still nice to me, and I never felt dissatisfied or anything like that.

If you look back at Anton if you're not convinced, you'll be flattered for a moment with a neat face. Wet feathery brunettes, obsidian eyes that made me feel the strength of my will captured me.

"... even in that it doesn't get anywhere to me?

We were on the balcony seats that our servants set aside to distract us from. I was just about to make tea after dinner.

When I first met Anton, he complimented me on the tea I put in as delicious. I'm glad to hear that, and from then on, I've tried to make as much tea after meals as possible. My husband's favorite tea leaf scent tickles my nose tip. I felt like hot air stood between me and my husband.

Anton is the son of the Earl of Garland in the general position, who has been promised to succeed his father sooner or later. Currently he is entrusted with the command of the Kingsguard. He seems to be taking the lead in guarding the palace and escorting the royal family.

For this reason, I stay in the palace almost every day, and I rarely come back to this mansion. He's a busy man. It's actually been a month since I've had time for the two of us like this, but the conversation I got out of there is divorce talk. I wasn't convinced.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you. Just..."

"Just...?

Anton told me I had nothing to do with it, but it seemed like there was a reason. Mouthfeel while denying it. The misguided gaze stopped around my shoulder and seemed to be watching my dull gray hair.

When I offered the teacup, my husband's hand, which I nearly extended to it, stopped on the way.

I have slightly reddish gray hair with brown eyes. I didn't quite benefit from the friendship because of my uncharted appearance, but on the fringe of my fifth sister's dowry, I was introduced to him and I got married. Unlike my husbands with a hua, when plain I married him, I also got a rather dissatisfied voice from the young aristocratic women.

Maybe Anton cared what I looked like.

He opened and closed his palms on the table and said "three years" after putting aside so much time that this one he was watching became sober.